After leaving the medicine shop, Xu Qing headed back toward Harbor 79. In the Violent Crimes Division, attendance at morning roll call was mandatory. After that, you would leave to go on patrol. However‌, unless there was a big mission, there was usually a lot of free time. And thus, Xu Qing would often go back to his berth to work on his cultivation. As usual, he walked along the side of the road, where he could stick to the shadows.

Because of the big storm, there were many traders and sect disciples who hadn’t been able to bring their ships and boats back into the port, and were stuck out on the open sea. But the storm was over, and though it was still raining, there was a lot more traffic on the water.

As Xu Qing walked along, he thought about medicinal pills and cultivation.

The base cost of concocting a white bolus is about three spirit coins. If I keep this up, I should be able to make significant profit. He patted his sack with the spirit stones he had earned from selling his white boluses.

Cultivation is ridiculously expensive. If I want to keep progressing as quickly as I have so far, I need to use at least one spirit stone per day. I also have to worry about the fee for my berth. What’s more, it’s going to be very expensive to upgrade my dharmaboat.

He sighed inwardly, and wished he hadn’t killed that man so decisively the other night. He really lost a big opportunity by not taking his merit points.

Then he started considering tracking down some wanted criminals, or maybe even taking a trip into a forbidden region. Otherwise, he would never save up the funds needed to upgrade his dharmaboat.

Everything in this capital city was expensive,...