He may have just earned a lot of money recently, but he was still a man in a pile of debt.
The fact some people could still spend 10 spirit stones on a simple day's rent was still completely foreign.
It seemed that no matter which world you went into, the difference between those at the bottom and those at the top would always be overwhelming.
But Fang Yang didn't even have the time to be jealous. Such time would be much better spent earning spirit stones.
Turning back towards the man, Fang Yang finally gave his answer.
"I would like to rent a 1st level residence"
As Fang Yang spoke, he handed over 7 spirit stones to pay for a week's stay.
Taking the spirit stones, the man reached under the desk, bringing out a small jade token that he handed over to Fang Yang.
Looking down, Fang Yang could see the number 87 on his token.
"The token is proof of your payment. It also represents the number of your residence."
After taking the token and thanking the man for the information he gave him, Fang Yang moved towards his new residence.
After searching for a while, Fang Yang eventually arrived at a small, nice looking courtyard with a plaque with the number 87 hanging at the front of it.
Fang Yang instantly knew that this was his new place, and he didn't waste any time and entered the room.
As soon as Fang Yang walked in, he quickly noticed something strange.
Just by staying in the house, Fang Yang felt extremely refreshed.
Although it didn't make sense, it was as if the air inside the house was still fresher than the air outside.
Fang Yang knew this was the effect of having a higher spirit qi concentration and he instinctively knew that this was the natural environment every cultivator was supposed to be in.
Just by breathing in the air filled with spirit qi, Fang Yang felt completely liberated, like a fish that had been placed back in water.
The effect of this residence was much more powerful than his place in the sect.
Fang Yang's place was located on the very outskirts of the sect's spirit veins.
But that was to be expected. In the eyes of the Corpse Ghost Sect, Fang Yang was simply a waste.
After reaching the 2nd level of qi refinement, his cultivation had stopped progressing for several years now.
If he stayed with this pathetic performance and failed to at least reach the 3rd level of qi refinement, he could very well end up being demoted to a handyman disciple.
But those were the woes and problems of the old Fang Yang.
Right now, Fang Yang refused to believe that he would still struggle to raise his cultivation realm with the help of his system and Battle Saint corpse puppet.
If he really did not reach the third level of qi refinement in the next few years, then he would be worse than trash.
For now, Fang Yang decided to push those thoughts to the back of his mind. Right now, the thing he wanted to do the most was to try out the effects of cultivating in this new environment.
Fang Yang sat down and got into a meditative position and slowly drifted off into cultivation.
Before long, the familiar pain of ice cold needles started appearing all over his meridians. But Fang Yang didn't get to focus on the pain for long before he realised something much more shocking.
The percentage of Qi he lost due to his poor quality root bone didn't change at all but what changed was the rate at which he drew qi.
It was incomparable to anything he had ever felt before!
It was so easy and quick to draw the qi into his body when compared to what he was normally used to. It was like the Qi was drawing closer to him by itself.
Amazed by this new situation, Fang Yang plunged deeper and deeper into his cultivation, and before he even realised several hours had passed and his meridians were unable to bear the stress of cultivating for much longer.
Snapping his eyes open, Fang Yang inspected his body with a sense of disbelief.
After checking his body, he realised that he could actually feel the progress that he made
during cultivation!
Before, Fang Yang had been stuck at a major bottleneck during the 2nd level of Qi refinement.
Although he could cultivate before, no progress was made at all. It was more of an action to prevent his cultivation from regressing than to actually move his cultivation forward.
Now, the progress was small and it would still take a long time before he could break through to the next level, but what excited Fang Yang was that progress had been made and his bottleneck had been loosened.
At the same time, a powerful sense of longing was starting to grow in Fang Yang's heart.
What would happen if he could cultivate in a place like this every day?
But Fang Yang knew that this was nothing more than a dream.
He wouldn't be allowed to stay in the mining outpost all year long and after his mission time was over, he would quickly be sent back. Back at the sect, he would not be able to get near the locations of the spirit vein with higher concentrations of spirit Qi. Those residences were all assigned to people with a much higher cultivation talent than him.
Fang Yang searched his mind for any possible way for him to have access to the spirit veins, but after nearly an hour, he still couldn't come up with anything realistic.
Disheartened, Fang Yang decided that he would stop thinking about this for now.
If he did, he was afraid that he would go completely crazy.
For a cultivator like Fang Yang, asking them to give up such a good place for cultivation is like asking them to cut off a limb.