Even in his twilight years, he swept through the chaotic army of ten thousand warriors!

"It has to be this number!"

Ma Wu solemnly extended his hand.

Ji Yan was too lazy to even look at those five fingers.

Ma Wu made this gesture when he said ten taels, and he made this gesture when he said fifty taels.

Here we go again...

"Three hundred taels!"

But Ji Yan was still startled when he heard the number.

In this day and age, this amount is enough for an entire family to eat for a lifetime!

He had thought about many things before, but he never expected there to be so many.

Before Ma Wu could finish speaking, he hurriedly pulled Ji Yan forward.

Upon approaching, what struck me most was the pheasant's sharp beak, which was about the length of an arm.

"Three hundred taels, and that's excluding this precious treasure!"

Seeing Ji Yan's confusion, Ma Wu quickly explained.

"However, I suggest you keep this for now..."

"This stuff is excellent material for forging weapons!"

"If you put it out there to sell now, there will be countless people who want it, but it's unlikely to fetch a high price."

"Wait until the right person comes knocking on my door..."

"We'll sell them then!"

After he said that, Ji Yan actually wanted to stay a little longer.

However, it's not about waiting for someone to buy it; it's about using it myself.

He now possesses archery skills, but this is, after all, a long-range technique.

If he were to encounter another barbaric bird that lunges at him, would he have to kill it with his bare fists again?

He needs to learn a close-combat skill.

Because he is a late bloomer, he is not afraid of not being able to master the skill.

However, Ji Yan wasn't in a hurry to say these words; he just smiled and waved.

"You two drink the blood, then go down the mountain."

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When Ji Yan returned, it was just evening. Taking advantage of the effects of the medicine, he practiced standing meditation for another two hours.

Planning to take another drop tomorrow, Ji Yan didn't rush to sleep, but instead sat down cross-legged.

Actually, there was another gain today...

Ji Yan opened his destiny chart and focused his gaze on [Dust and Mud Forging the Dao].

Killing that savage bird also brought a malevolent aura into the tent.

It was just a wisp, something he should have refined along the way, but its grayish-white color still made him cautious.

He had a vague feeling that things should be different from before.

Extracting that wisp of malevolent energy, Ji Yan infused it into his cultivation realm...

It's definitely different!

Unlike the previous Black Fiend, there was no searching and mending process. Instead, it was as if a boiling spring had been installed inside Ji Yan's body!

It originates from within the body, and the Qi and blood instantly become turbulent and surging!

Ji Yan could clearly feel the blood and qi within his body moving at an extremely rapid speed...

In the midst of conversation and laughter, it had already more than doubled.

This one strand is worth more than ten strands of Black Fiend!

Although it hasn't reached the Pi Guan (skin barrier) that Liu Zhe mentioned, it already feels solid.

The candlelight reflected in his eyes seemed to emanate a divine light in a trance.

A sudden realization arose in my heart...

It turns out that the Black Fiend is more inclined towards the deduction of Dharma methods, while the White Fiend is more suitable for advancing in realms.

After a good night's sleep, before dawn, Ji Yan heard Ma Wu's shouts.

After Ji Yan opened the door and welcomed him in, Ma Wu could no longer keep his mouth shut.

"I don't want to disturb Elder Ji's good sleep, but the silver is making it impossible for me to sleep!"

He figured he hadn't slept all night and had cleaned up yesterday's spoils.

After he finished speaking, he took out a piece of paper, on which the quantity and price were listed one by one.

The most expensive item was the tail feathers, four of which sold for 180 taels of silver.

The remaining items, along with the prey Ji Yan had caught along the way, brought in a total of 420 taels of silver, more than Ma Wu had estimated yesterday.

But it's clear that he really put in a lot of effort.

"I've discussed it with the donkey; one fen each is more than enough!"

"We just hope that you'll take us along to help out when you have work in the future!"

He spoke frankly, but Ji Yan seemed not to hear him.

She grabbed a hundred taels in each hand and stuffed them into his arms, holding them firmly down.

"If I said 20%, then it's 20%."

"I should be the one saying that! Without you taking me, I'd probably still be worrying about my next medicinal bath!"

"Besides, I've already gotten the beak; I've already gotten a great deal!"

"I'll say what you just said. You'd better put in the effort, and remember to call me if you find another good job like this."

Previously, they were worried about the five taels of silver needed for the breathing technique, but now they're giving away two hundred taels in one go...

It would be a lie to say I don't feel sorry for her.

But money, isn't it just for distribution channels?

Xiao Wu is clever and easy to talk to. He will be of great help to everyone in the army camp.

As for the donkey...

Ji Yan had witnessed this guy unleash his power on the mountain before.

He might be able to fool others by saying he was born with good legs, but Ji Yan saw it clearly when he grabbed the bow...

Each step he took seemed pre-calculated, carrying a strange rhythm.

It's like stance training; if you take them apart individually, they might just be a series of strange movements, but when put together, they become a miraculous technique that can stimulate qi and blood.

A small favor is appreciated, but a large favor breeds resentment; giving more than that would be inappropriate.

Seeing Ji Yan's firm stance, Ma Wu could only accept the gift with embarrassment, and repeatedly promised to keep an eye on things every day.

Actually, this was his original plan. After all, who wouldn't want to try something so easy and quick to make money without risking their life?

"But it's Xiao Wu..."

Ji Yan patted the sharp beak beside him and looked up to ask Ma Wu.

"You're very knowledgeable. Do you think the silver I have left is enough to forge a fine weapon?"

Ma Wu was taken aback when he heard this, and then he was a little confused.

"Elder Ji, you... want to fire weapons?"

Ji Yan nodded. "If the materials aren't suitable, we can sell this one."

Ma Wu had originally planned to leave after delivering the silver, but upon hearing this, he decided to stay. He pulled up a chair, sat down, and said seriously.

"Professor Ji, it's really not that I'm being nosy!"

"I think what you need most right now is to use medicinal baths to regulate your body, and secondly, various ways to replenish your qi and blood..."

"Furthermore, with your talent as a sharpshooter, you'd be highly sought after anywhere. Melee combat just doesn't seem to be one of your most needed skills!"

But Ji Yan didn't seem to listen at all; after he talked for a long time, Ji Yan only gave him a warm smile.

"Tell me, what weapon would suit me best?"

Ma Wu opened his mouth, truly at a loss for what to do.

This smile even reminded him of his deceased grandfather, who was just as stubborn...

But there was nothing he could do; since they insisted, he had no choice but to go along with it.

"With your superhuman strength, you're already one in a thousand archers. Even if you were to carry a weapon, it would only be a secondary weapon for self-defense, like a short sword or a dagger..."

He was genuinely thinking things through, but before he could finish speaking, Ji Yan's words nearly made him choke.

"No need, choose according to the specifications of the main weapon."

Ji Yan pondered for a moment, then slowly said, "The horse spear, what do you think?"

Ma Wu rubbed his temples, feeling a throbbing pain in his head.

My dear Mr. Ji!

Do you remember that you were a sharpshooter?

Are you planning to forgo your excellent archery skills and instead wield a long spear, ride a tall horse, and charge into the enemy ranks to wreak havoc?

Are you serious about this age?

But when he met Ji Yan's unwavering gaze, he felt there was no need to ask those questions...

It really is.

"The reason why the horse lance is so famous is mainly due to its warhorse."

"But when the soldiers went to the battlefield, the horses became a hindrance, unable to fully demonstrate their strength."

"But what you mean is probably to use your divine power to pursue the ferocity of annihilating men and horses and sweeping away thousands of troops..."

As he spoke, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he blurted out:

"There really is one..."

"The Mo Dao!"