Hearing Ji Mofan mutter, Li Jinchu didn't know whether to laugh at him for being stingy or pity him for never having seen anything good.
However, he could understand that Ji Mofan, as the chief of the Yun Cang Sword Sect, was really at a huge disadvantage.
As a humble sect, the Yun Cang Sword Sect's resources are just enough to support its few disciples.
In recent years, they have risen to fame, but they don't have enough resources to further train their newly recruited disciples. Ji Mofan, the chief disciple, is doing the work of a steward but no one pays him a steward's salary, so it's understandable that he would have such a habitual way of thinking.
"If you can win the championship of this Dao Asking Tournament, becoming the chief of Chaoming Hall should be a sure thing." After thinking for a moment, Li Jinchu added, "At that time, you can also take these things from the Chaoming Hall's storeroom. Just be prepared not to be scared."
Ji Mo Fan remained silent.
He felt that if that day ever came, he would just become a poor kid holding a gold nugget but not knowing how to spend it.
Moreover, judging from the time that Ji Mo Fan spent in the Chaoming Palace, the rumors about him from the past are probably not very true.
Or perhaps there's a misunderstanding.
Although the disciples described Chaoming Palace as poor, it depended on who it was being compared to.
Of the former five major sects, the Xiaoling Sect goes without saying, and the Changfeng Valley made its fortune by selling medicinal herbs, so it was naturally very wealthy.
The Listening Wind Music Academy and the Crimson Snow Palace also have additional revenue streams. The former has opened countless music halls in the streets, while the latter holds talent competitions twice a year, which can bring in enough income to support the sect for half a year's expenses in just a few days.
Compared to them, Chaoming Palace was naturally poor.
Ji Mofan had previously considered creating something similar at the Yun Cang Sword Sect.
But this group of stubborn old folks are not only poor, they are also very aloof. Every time they are mentioned, they have a kind of arrogant attitude of "I will not eat food given with contempt".
On the one hand, they lacked the emotional support of the crowd, and on the other hand, the group of sword cultivators really didn't have any revenue-generating projects.
Should we get them a space to perform sword dancing?
Who would want to watch that?
Ji Mofan picked up the idea several times, but each time he was forced to put it down gently, so that the plan remained shelved until he left.
Chaoming Palace is similar to Yuncang Sword Sect in this respect, except that one of the reasons they do not engage in additional revenue-generating projects is that their disciples do not like to get involved in a messy, chaotic affair.
He has no external revenue and a very low profile, yet in order to support the sect's operation, he even takes spirit stones from his disciples.
This forced his disciples to use their own unique abilities to earn enough spirit stones to fill the gap in the business.
As a result, the rumors became increasingly outlandish—that Chaoming Palace was so poor that it had to ask its disciples for money to support the sect's operations.
In reality, the amount that disciples need to pay is not much, at least it is a drop in the ocean compared to the rewards they can get, and they don't have to trouble everyone to take time out of their schedules to work for the sect.
On the contrary, the benefits that such a prestigious name as Chaoming Palace can bring are far greater than a few spirit stones.
Everyone who came said it was great.
Only those who can't have the grapes say they're sour.
Although the foundation of Chaoming Palace is indeed at the bottom among the five major sects, it is still insignificant compared to Yuncang Sword Sect, which entered the sect halfway through its history.
At least in the Chaoming Hall, there were more people offering sacrifices than people eating fruit.
The Yuncang Sword Sect, on the other hand, has always relied on its existing resources to support newly recruited disciples.
It's incomparable.
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Ji Mofan had never tried to upgrade his rank using rare and precious materials before.
After all, his advancement speed has always been incredibly fast, and his normal cultivation speed is several levels faster than others.
But now, in just one hour, Li Jinchu has stuffed him with a whole level of spiritual energy using rare and precious materials.
The spiritual platform, which had just been tempered by the lightning tribulation, was barely able to withstand the strain and seemed about to crack.
No wonder Li Jinchu chose this place with cold spring water for him to break through; if it weren't for the continuous flow of water washing over him, he felt like he would have melted away.
Heaven knows that he, with his ice-elemental root, isn't afraid of the cold, but he's terrified of extreme heat.
Normally he could have tolerated it, but the situation was clearly different now, and he couldn't spare a single thought for it.
If you lose focus even slightly, your meridians can easily be burst by the immense spiritual energy.
The damage to his body is negligible, since the areas he can hardly reach are mostly small parts like the extremities, which puts little burden on his body.
The problem is that if there is even one damaged area, the spiritual energy that was painstakingly implanted into his body will seep into the outside world little by little along the worn meridians.
Although the wound was small, leaving it untreated resulted in a considerable amount of wasted spiritual energy.
He simply doesn't have the energy to worry about these minor injuries; his body can no longer withstand even the slightest external force.
He felt a sticky, wet sensation on his palm, not the cool, light touch of the stream.
Washed into a blurred vision by the water, a few specks of scarlet appeared, but quickly dissolved into the transparent water droplets.
Tsk, all the injuries he hadn't suffered in the past six months since his rebirth have come back to haunt him in the last two days.
The external spiritual energy disobeyed Ji Mofan's commands and rampaged through his meridians.
Ji Mofan could only use the spiritual power stored in his spiritual center to separate the chaotic energy strand by strand, then wrap it around him and guide it to circulate repeatedly in his meridians.
One week...
Two weeks...
......
He had lost count of how many times he had adjusted his breathing.
Even with cold water constantly washing over his head, he felt a burning pain all over his body.
His fingers and feet had long since lost all feeling, and blood kept seeping out from his pores. He looked at his fingertips and saw that there was no color left at all.
But the burning sensation in my mind was gradually dissipating.
His efforts were not in vain; most of the spiritual energy he had just absorbed had already been absorbed under his guidance.
The result of rapidly absorbing spiritual energy is that he is now dizzy and lightheaded, as if he had drunk a glass of strong liquor that Xie Qingya handed him when he became an apprentice that day.
His stomach was churning, and he kept trying to vomit.
Even though the sour taste was rising, he had to suppress the nausea.
He had taken quite a few of those rare and precious herbs orally, and now spitting one out would be an unforgivable waste.
It's better to force the sour taste back into your stomach than to vomit it up and then eat it again.
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