“The Boneforge Pill can temper my body and grant me the physical prowess of a martial cultivator…” Yushi Moli was in fine fettle on his way home. “Long Qianjue must have taken similar pills like this back in his day!”

The boy’s lips turned upward and he smiled easily. His uncle had said that the pill was the equivalent of a year’s hard work. Then the pills in his hand were ten years’ worth!

As mature and steady as he might be, he couldn’t help but grow excited at the implications. He’d always craved to rapidly grow and develop his strength so he could complete something he was very anxious about. It was a goal he highly desired to achieve, so he inwardly thanked Yuqing Yang for the favor.

“But there’s only ten of the pills. I’ll have to buy them for one thousand gold coins each after ten days. One thousand gold coins…” Yushi Moli sent his horse into a moderate...