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You were at a loss for words.

The Firewood Sect had sunk this low, who wouldn’t harbor evil designs?

It was like a leopard chasing an antelope, then ending up owing ten thousand calories after the meal.

”May I ask, why has our Firewood Sect fallen into such destitution?”

Shen Yifeng was looking at you with a strange expression.

You added one sentence.

”I come from another planet.”

”I see. But as far as I know, even on other planets, humans are roughly in the same condition, right?”

”There are very few humans in my hometown.”

”Oh, is that so...” Shen Yifeng told you that on Blazing Star, a planet governed and controlled by countless sects, a natural food chain existed.

Big sects preyed on small sects, and small sects preyed on ordinary people.

Above the Firewood Sect stood the Blood Iron Sect, which drained all the wealth the Firewood Sect generated.

But the Firewood Sect could not bring themselves to harm Firewood Town and the surrounding mortals, so they had to tighten their belts.

”Senior Shen, you really are kind-hearted...”

You felt sincere admiration.

Shen Yifeng waved his hand with a smile.

”We’re neighbors in the same streets. Everyone’s life is hard, so why torment each other?”

At that moment, Sect Master Ma Bang asked a question.

”Chen, do you have a residence permit?”

You shook your head.

You guessed that on Blazing Star, where household registration was strict and human stowaways were tightly guarded against, you might be rejected by the Firewood Sect for lacking a residence permit.

Unexpectedly,

Shen Yifeng said calmly,

”It doesn’t matter, it doesn’t matter.

They make outrageous agreements for outsiders, refusing to issue residence permits if you don’t comply. If it were me, I’d refuse too.

If you don’t have one, you don’t have one. Rest assured, as long as you’re in the Firewood Sect, in Firewood Town, nobody will check your residence permit.”

This was the second time since arriving in the Real Realm that you felt a hint of warmth.

You joined the Firewood Sect and took the position of Sixth Elder.

Originally Ma Bang wanted you to be Grand Elder, claiming it was based on cultivation ranking.

But you only wanted to cultivate, and titles like elder meant nothing to you.

Both sides backed down a step, and in the end you became the lowest-ranked elder, Sixth Elder.

Third-generation disciples of the Firewood Sect had to farm, labor, and do chores; part of the money they earned and the grain they grew had to be handed to the sect as tuition.

Second-generation and first-generation elders theoretically didn’t have to do these tasks, they only needed to manage the sect and teach disciples to cultivate.

But that was only in theory.

When harvests were poor, they too had to go out to perform for money, or farm alongside the disciples.

As a newcomer, the sect took good care of you and didn’t make you do manual labor.

Yet seeing Shen Yifeng and Ma Bang frequently heading to the fields to help, or using their immortal techniques to solve neighborhood problems for extra money, you felt embarrassed to eat without contributing.

So you pulled out some savings.

”I have some pills. If we sell them at a cultivator trading market, when the Blood Iron Sect collects taxes this month, it should be enough.”

Seeing the Firewood Sect leaders worried about taxes, you intervened slightly.

Shen Yifeng resolutely refused to accept them.

”No, no, no, these are your cultivation resources, the sect cannot take them!

Normally a sect should be responsible for part of a disciple’s cultivation resources, but our Firewood Sect cannot provide you anything, so we can’t let you spend your own savings.”

Under normal circumstances, a sect should distribute cultivation resources to its members each month.

But the Firewood Sect was all about ”bare cultivation”—they had no resources and trained hard anyway.

”It’s alright. I made them myself. I can go back to the mountains later to find more materials and make more.”

Materials gathered casually from the mountains produced low-quality pills.

But you had Enhancement!, and after level +1, even if the pill’s grade didn’t rise, its efficacy improved, boosting its market value considerably.

”You can refine pills?”

”Yes.”

”Ah! Our Firewood Sect really hit the jackpot!”

The Firewood Sect members’ surprise continued to grow.

Firewood Town had no cultivator trading market, so Ma Bang personally rode to a town a hundred li away to find a market to sell your pills.

He had been a bandit and was crafty in business, selling your pills at high prices.

The sect’s tax problem was solved, and there was surplus Source Stone.

Ma Bang returned the extra Source Stone to you, and you waved your hand and distributed it to the disciples.

The disciples had hardly ever seen Source Stone.

Although in the Real Realm it couldn’t be directly used to raise cultivation level, it was hard currency!

For a time, your prestige within the Firewood Sect skyrocketed.

You rode that wave of prestige and boldly launched economic reforms within the sect.

Disciples could still farm when needed; after all, not every season demanded farming.

But manual labor for money was unnecessary.

Instead, they would go into the mountains to gather spirit plants.

Of course, you had to teach them how to identify spirit plants in advance, which wasn’t difficult; at worst, they’d pull back anything they couldn’t identify.

With spirit plants, you could refine pills.

You already had a refining furnace, it came from the storage pouch’s original owner.

Even without ground fire, ordinary firewood would suffice.

Moreover, your alchemy had improved a great deal during those years riding the star ship.

The pills you refined would then be taken by Ma Bang, that business genius, to the trading market to sell.

Thus began the accumulation of wealth for the Firewood Sect.

Forty years later, at sixty-four years old.

Once, on his way back from the neighboring town, Ma Bang encountered a bandit group.

These bandits were all cultivators and included many races—a chaotic rabble.

Ma Bang fought his way out, but one accompanying disciple died.

”Si-xi, Sixth Elder, some Source Stone was stolen, there’s only this much left, h-here...”

The most seriously wounded disciple offered blood-stained Source Stone with both hands.

Before you could take it, his hands fell and the Source Stone scattered across the ground.

You transformed into Super One on the spot and charged into the mountains, leveling the bandit camp.

Ma Bang watched you unleash your might, punching through alien bandits, and stood dumbfounded.

”Chen Elder is at Qi Transformation, Nine Rotations, right? How are you stronger than my Third Rotation of Qi Transformation...”

You had killed less than a tenth of the alien bandits.

The remaining hundreds were now all kneeling before you.

Ma Bang stepped forward to warn you.

”Chen Elder, I used to run with those kinds of people; I know bloodthirsty cutthroats don’t understand gratitude.

If you spare them today, they will never thank you, and they may cause you trouble in the future.

If they can’t beat you, they might prey on the weak around you...”

You lifted the corner of your mouth and with your eyes told him: you think I’m some good guy?

You pronounced the fate of these bandits.

”From today on, you are slaves of our Firewood Sect! Get to mining for me!!”