Not much.

Two Elixir Pills, different kinds; one to enhance the foundation, one to increase cultivation; a portion of Heavenly Treasures, just enough for one person.

That’s it.

As for the weapons being replaced, Fang Qingyun’s cultivation is not enough yet, and it would easily invite disaster, so keep it for him for now.

"Sigh, I worry more about this cousin than I do about my uncle..."

Because Fang Che knows his good cousin’s temperament: he’s the kind of person who, whenever he has a bit more, will share it with friends.

Such people are certainly good people.

But the problem now is, Fang Che does not think the people currently around him can accompany him to the end.

Especially those who are good at gambling, even better at losing everything they have, and then hanging around Fang Qingyun for food, Fang Che is not optimistic about them.

Because this bunch never shares anything good with Fang Qingyun, always trying to fawn over those geniuses, even if they are despised and looked down upon, they delight in it... For such people, Fang Che doesn’t even want to give them a sip of water, let alone cultivation resources.

So every time he gives Fang Qingyun something now, he’s become smart: everything, I give you just enough for yourself, and still a bit lacking.

I force you to be selfish.

To hide it and eat it yourself!

Let’s see what you do.

I must say, Fang Che’s approach makes Fang Qingyun a bit troubled. This good guy always feels like he can’t share the things he receives.

If he reveals them, they definitely can’t be shared evenly, and surely someone would only get an insignificant amount.

So inevitably, he would offend quite a few people.

Being forced to keep things to himself by his cousin, Fang Qingyun feels guilt in his heart, feeling like he’s letting his friends down; out of a sense of compensation, he more frequently takes everyone to eat.

However, over such a long period, with the resources continuously provided by Fang Che, Fang Qingyun’s aptitude has improved quickly, and thus his cultivation has soared, having already broken through to the first grade of the Marshal Level.

Then Fang Qingyun discovered something: those who used to hover around him gradually disappeared.

Replaced by a large crowd of Marshal Level individuals around him.

Although the former people were now distanced, almost none spoke ill of Fang Qingyun, and the new group naturally saw the benefits of Fang Qingyun’s temperament. Everything was very harmonious...

Thus, Fang Qingyun’s popularity actually improved.

But he felt bewildered.

I didn’t alienate them; why did they leave on their own?

That night.

Bing Shangxue found Fang Qingyun to give him resources and saw this good man’s face filled with melancholy, so she asked.

Fang Qingyun naturally said whatever was on his mind.

Bing Shangxue sighed and asked, "When you were a child, how many of the kids you played in the mud with are still with you now?"

"How many of your childhood playmates from Bibo City are still around?"

"From the friends you had when you entered Martial Arts Academy, how many left as your cultivation fell behind? Or how many did you leave voluntarily?"

"Who are the people now surrounding you? Aren’t they all from families, with knowledge, cultivation, demeanor, combat power, and sincerity levels all better than before?"

"Aren’t these Marshal Levels more concerned with fairness? No longer will you be the only one footing the bill. When you insist on treating, you’ll often receive invitations for several meals in return?"

"Why is it that the higher a person’s cultivation, the less willing they are to owe even a meal’s worth of debt?"

Bing Shangxue patted Fang Qingyun on the shoulder: "Qingyun, you’re a good kid, even kinder than your cousin; but... you’re too honest. You’ll suffer for it!"

"I hope you can think through each of these questions. Then tell me what you’ve realized."

Bing Shangxue got up and left.

That night, Fang Qingyun couldn’t sleep.

Tossing and turning, images of all his past companions at different life stages flashed before his eyes.

It wasn’t until dawn that he fell into a drowsy sleep.

He decided.

Tomorrow, he’ll go home to take a look.

Perhaps there, he can find a perfect answer for himself.

...

Scholar Residence.

After tidying up the room, Fang Che and his companion returned to the bedroom and lay down, only then feeling the fatigue and tension from their journey.

Speaking of it, ’home’ is just a house.

Just like every other house in the world.

The only difference is whether it’s your own house or not.

Your own house is called ’home’.

’Home’ has this strange function: no matter how energized you are outside, how vigorous; as soon as you return ’home’, all fatigue washes over you.

The body and mind completely relax as well.

Even someone as strong as Fang Che can’t escape this, lying comfortably in his own bed with a sigh of contentment.

"Sleep."

"It’s already light," Ye Meng whispered.

"Even if it’s light, let’s sleep."

Fang Che, completely relaxed, hugged Ye Meng: "Don’t say anything, don’t say anything, just sleep."

The two lay on the bed and almost simultaneously fell into a dream.

This sleep was incredibly sweet.

Until the sun hung low in the west.

Only then did they wake up, and Fang Che felt that such a quiet and comfortable environment should not be wasted, and since Ye Meng had been resting for so long, she must have fully recovered, with her combat power maxed.

Then he started dual cultivation with Ye Meng again, enhancing their strength.

Ye Meng was unwilling but was forced by Fang Che.