Immortality Starts From Making Money.-Chapter 340: A Year Later.

A year later.

The continent had undergone a visible transformation, most notably in the Western Region and the Southern Region.

People from the Central Region and the Northern Region swarmed in droves to glimpse the magical carriage that had appeared in the two regions.

Besides the magical carriage, the introduction of Tier-1 and Tier-2 Spirit Food had made the area a must-visit destination.

Previously, the Central Region had been the heart of the continent, but now the Southern Region seemed to have claimed that title.

Many believed the Western Region would soon be the most popular on the continent, but they were wrong.

After the war with the Evil Cultivators ended, the Thousand Wealth Chamber propelled the Southern Region to the center while curbing the Western Region's exposure.

The move confused many, but no one had the audacity to question the Thousand Wealth Chamber's Young Master.

Apart from the various Nascent Soul Powerhouses, the next person who would wield the power to command wind and reign over the continent was the Thousand Wealth Chamber's Young Master.

In addition to his influence, he was acclaimed as the wealthiest person on the continent. No one dared approach him.

Every region housed hundreds of Thousand Wealth Chamber branches, controlling half of the resources of their area.

To call them the true rulers of the continent wouldn't be far from the truth.

Meanwhile, the young man who controlled everything sat in a lotus position with his eyes closed in a secluded chamber. The surrounding spiritual energy was thick enough to form a mist. It wrapped around him like a second skin, seeping into his body at a visible speed.

Suddenly, a cracking sound came from deep within his body.

Bang!

The sound of glass shattering echoed inside the chamber, and Mo Jian's expression softened into relief.

outwardly, nothing seemed changed, but inwardly, his essence had transformed. He had formed his dantian and its core had turned solid gold.

With the golden core, he siphoned pure spiritual energy to his dantian to consolidate his breakthrough.

Three hours later, the stone door to the chamber slid open, and Mo Jian stepped out.

Dressed in a pure white robe, his long silver hair cascaded over his shoulders like a gentle waterfall. His deep blue eyes were so clear they seemed to swallow everything.

Before, nothing could compare to him; now, even women would be envious of his appearance.

His skin was flawless, unblemished like baby skin. His phoenix eyes were both inviting and filled with authority.

Most importantly, the noble aura gave the illusion that he was a banished immortal.

"Son, congratulations." His father, the head of the Dust Valley Sect, appeared beside him.

Looking at their son, both husband and wife overflowed with pride. His mother stepped forward and studied him from head to toe, nodding.

"As expected of my son. Your appearance has risen once again." She spoke with pride. "I'm sure the Qiu girl is lucky…"

She clicked her tongue, unable to contain her joy. Now, she couldn't wait to see her grandchildren.

"Oh, by the way, what is your relationship with the Frost Moon Sect Master?" she asked, staring directly into her son's eyes.

His father shared a knowing look.

They'd noticed an unusual closeness between them. They knew their son well; he rarely interacted with anyone unless they were important to him.

As for the Frost Moon Sect Master, apart from her beauty they didn't see anything particularly remarkable about her.

Looking at his gossipy parents, Mo Jian remained unflustered. "Mother, I've just become a Golden Core Expert. Is that how you're going to celebrate your only son?"

His parents paused for a moment.

"Of course," his mother replied, her gaze bright. "If not for your father, I wouldn't have asked such a silly question. Let's go and celebrate."

Without thinking twice, she pulled her husband along.

Watching their departing silhouettes, his father hovered for a moment, then shook his head and rose into the air to follow them.

At the Dust Valley Sect, news of Mo Jian's Golden Core breakthrough spread secretly to only a few.

In the sect's grand mansion, Mo Jian and the others shared drinks.

"Young Master, I never expected you to become a Golden Core Expert in just one year," Elder Bai Delan said with genuine astonishment.

"Not only you," Elder Luo Zhen added, lowering his cup and sighing. "The last I remember, you were Mortal Rank 1. Now… this is astonishing."

Mo Jian was not the only one who had improved. His parents had also become Golden Core Stage-3 experts.

As for Elder Bai Delan, Supreme Elder Zhao, Elder Luo Zhen, and the others, everyone had risen at least one full stage.

Within the sect, those who had once stood at the Peak of Core Refining Warrior had all broken through to the Golden Core Realm.

Now the Dust Valley Sect buzzed with Golden Core Experts. Previously, the elders and disciples aimed to become Golden Core cultivators; now their goals had shifted.

Their new target was the Nascent Soul Realm and beyond.

After hours of drinking and celebrating Mo Jian's breakthrough, the elders returned to their residences.

His parents retired to their room, leaving Mo Jian and Zhao Tian behind.

When dinner ended, Zhao Tian's hands never stopped moving, clearing plate after plate.

Eating the succulent beast meat prepared by Tier-2 Spirit Chefs, he closed his eyes, savoring the flavors and rubbing his fat stomach in contentment.

"Are you planning to eat yourself into oblivion?" Mo Jian teased with a sly grin.

"Let's take a walk," Zhao Tian suggested, rising to his feet.

Now that he had become a Golden Core Expert, Mo Jian could consider how to leave the continent.

They wandered through the quiet sect, passing the buildings that had undergone many visible changes.

Most notably, the sect's spiritual energy had increased dramatically.

"Young Master, your former crush," Zhao Tian murmured with a knowing smile.

Mo Jian turned his head and saw Zou Mei walking toward them, flanked by a male disciple.

Zou Mei met Mo Jian's gaze with a complicated expression, but she recovered quickly. Beside her, Peng Zhao looked at Mo Jian with reverence.

"Young Master," they called and bowed their heads.

Mo Jian nodded once, silent.

Whatever had happened in the past was the past. He and Zou Mei were two parallel lines that could never meet again.