After a full sleep, Bai Qi felt revitalized, and even his pants seemed to stand firmer than usual.
Having consumed the viscous soup brewed with the Demon Pill, his entire body felt enriched with Qi Blood, experiencing a sense of rebirth, unbelievably comfortable, even his breath seemed fragrant.
"Originally, I hoped to pursue both Dao and martial arts, become a Hexagon Warrior, but now I just hate my lack of financial resources... What holds me back isn't my Spirit Root, but my poverty."
Bai Qi stayed up all night reading, gaining some initial understanding of the Immortal Master Daoist Officials under the rule of the Dragon Court.
Increasingly, he felt that they truly could devour gold mountains and silver seas clean!
Consuming all sorts of rare and precious items worth hundreds of gold, like stalactites, red ochre, and red lead pills, as if they were meals.
Who could afford to sustain such a lifestyle?
