Coming back to his senses, Meng Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed and took out the precious large chunk of Xianlei Gold.
He had just withdrawn money from the martial arts academy account.
Adding his own hundred million, four billion was fully deposited into the national account, without owing a single cent.
Only now could he peacefully consume this treasure.
He had long memorized the precautions for consuming Xianlei Gold.
In the absence of achieving the Martial Arts Firmament, when projections like Intention cannot be mapped externally.
All treasures must be ingested into the body by martial artists.
Meng Chuan looked at the bottle cap-sized crystal, his neck stretched straight, gulping it down hard.
Under introspection, Xianlei Gold appeared like a transparent cosmic gem, shimmering with dense treasure light within the firmament.
After entering the body, driven by internal energy.
