Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Inside Five Terraces Sect's management office, sandalwood incense curled upward.

Shen Xiuyong sat beside a desk, humming a little tune. His fingers clattered on an abacus, clearly in good spirits.

Chen Qing pushed the door open, "Elder Shen, this disciple has come to repay the debt for the Thunderbolt Fire Seeds."

Shen Xiuyong put down the abacus, looking at Chen Qing with great interest, "Yo ho? Made a fortune, lad? You gathered it so quickly? Let your uncle take a look..."

His gaze swept carefully over Chen Qing. His originally lazy eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, "Tsk tsk tsk! Incredible! You lad... mid-stage embracing elixir strength!?"

Shen Xiuyong walked half a circle around Chen Qing, as if recognizing him anew, "How long has it been? Only about two months since returning from Nine Waves Island, right?"

Chen Qing bowed slightly, "Fortunately broke through. I've made Elder laugh."

"Don't play dumb with me."

Shen Xiuyong waved his hand, "Thirty-three thousand, right? Hand it over! I'm a bit tight on cash lately."