"Wait… why do I have to plan all of this?" Yang Hu lightly tapped his own head.
Hu Fangshan was clearly an adult man and completely loyal to him. So why not simply order him to handle this himself?
Besides, he was also a first-grade alchemist. It should not be difficult to manage something like this.
After all, who would not want to win the favor of an alchemist?
Thinking of this, Yang Hu looked at Hu Fangshan, who was still kneeling.
"Stand up."
"Yes, Master." Hu Fangshan immediately stood up.
Seeing the look full of admiration in his eyes, Yang Hu did not hesitate and gave the order directly.
"I will give you your first mission."
"I want you to find a way to obtain a legal identity."
"Do you think you can do it?" Yang Hu raised his gaze.
He really did not know his personality or his abilities.
But being loyal, if he did not believe he could do it, he would probably say so.
"No problem, Master!" Hu Fangshan's eyes shone.
This was the first mission given by his master, and he had to complete it.
After lightly adjusting his glasses, he prepared to leave the house.
Although he did not know how the outside world was, he could not simply waste his master's time asking for explanations.
That was not good behavior for a servant!
However, just as he was about to leave, Yang Hu's voice came from behind.
"Why don't you try going to Preparatory School No. 11? Maybe if you offer to work there, the principal can help you."
Hearing this, Hu Fangshan immediately stopped, turned around, and bowed deeply.
"Thank you for the suggestion, Master!"
After saying goodbye, he finally left the house, leaving Yang Hu alone.
The reason Yang Hu made this suggestion was simple.
Some time ago, his younger sister had mentioned that an alchemist had joined Preparatory School No. 1.
This caused the school's resources to triple for all students.
He still clearly remembered the envy in Yang Mingxue's eyes when she talked about this.
At the time, Yang Hu only realized that he had underestimated the value of a first-grade alchemist.
There were only twelve preparatory schools in the entire city, and even so, only one of them had an alchemist.
And on top of that, only first grade.
Even so, that was already enough to triple the resources for all students in the school.
Since that school had more resources than the others, the cultivation of its students advanced much faster.
This, in turn, would bring more merit to the principal.
Therefore, if Hu Fangshan appeared and offered to become a contracted alchemist, even without a formal identity, the principal would certainly find a way to solve it.
For someone at the level of a preparatory school principal, this was nothing special.
And the reason it was specifically Preparatory School No. 11 was simple: that was where his sister studied.
It would be good to have someone inside the school to take care of her.
As for tripling resources? Yang Hu simply did not care about that.
As soon as he managed to make money, the resources he would give his sister would be enough to make the young masters of the major families in the city feel jealous.
Do not forget, the system's rewards depended on her cultivation!
Now that he was finally alone, Yang Hu felt a strong urge to test his new abilities.
His gaze turned toward the TV remote control on the table. "Come to me."
Then, a bluish energy began to flow from his hand toward the remote, completely wrapping around it.
Then, with a simple hooking motion, the remote flew into his hand.
"This is amazing!" Yang Hu exclaimed, as he made the remote float like a paper airplane.
Not only because he could do this, but because his control over this energy was absurd.
At that moment, he was countless times stronger than when he was only a warrior.
Even so, he could perfectly control his energy to grab a simple remote from several meters away, without causing any damage.
This was not something a newly promoted Grandmaster should be able to do.
But he soon understood that becoming a fourth-grade alchemist had greatly strengthened his mental power.
He could control his energy with incredible mastery, as if it were pure instinct.
"Wait… if I can control this so well, then what if…"
A thought appeared in his mind.
His breathing unconsciously sped up as he looked down.
More specifically, at his legs on the wheelchair.
Then, with a single thought, the energy began to spread throughout his entire body.
In a few seconds, a faint bluish layer appeared over his skin.
Unable to hold back anymore, Yang Hu thought again.
In the next instant, his legs moved… and he stood up.
"I... I'm standing?" Yang Hu looked at the floor in disbelief.
Four years!
It had been four years since he last looked at the ground from this distance... and now he finally could.
Then, he controlled his energy to take a step.
"This is so cool!"
In the next few minutes, Yang Hu immediately began walking all around the house.
...
"Ugh," Yang Hu breathed heavily as he sat back down in the wheelchair.
"Although I can walk like this, the energy drains very fast."
"And I was only walking—imagine if I had to run... or even fight?"
Yang Hu lightly shook his head.
It seemed that using energy this way was not sustainable.
He still needed the third-tier Bone Rebirth Pill to truly be able to walk again.
So... the crucial question returned at this moment.
Money!
Where could he get money?
It did not even need to be much, just enough initial capital.
While he used a meditation technique to recover his energy, countless thoughts appeared in his mind.
A loan from the Alliance?
He had already thought about that, but looking at his phone, where there was already a loan waiting for payment, he shook his head.
Maybe I could borrow from someone?
A cold female face appeared in his mind, but he shook his head. If it were before, maybe he could.
But now, a dignified Grandmaster would owe a favor just because of a little money?
Yang Hu's face could not help but become a bit bitter. That was really a bit hard to accept.
The worst part was that if someone knew about his situation, practically the entire city would send money to win his favor.
Even other Grandmasters would not be an exception.
But... no one knew.
When Yang Hu was really thinking about leaving the city even in a wheelchair, he remembered something from a few days ago.