I'm in the world of cultivation, and I get a system for becoming a wealthy urban tycoon?

He Xiaoyue stood there, tears still streaming down her face, and it took her a while to come to her senses.

She hastily wiped the tears from her face with her sleeve and quickly bent down to help Wang Siyuan up from the ground.

Her hand gripped her son's arm tightly, her voice still choked with emotion: "Yuan'er, it's good that you're back, it's good that you're back... It must have been very tiring at the sect, right? Are you doing alright now?"

Looking at He Xiaoyue's face, etched with the wrinkles of time and toil, and at the few strands of white hair at her temples that weren't there four years ago, Wang Siyuan felt a surge of emotion in his chest.

He blinked hard, forcing back the tears welling in his eyes, and laughed loudly, "Mother, I'm fine! I've passed the sect's assessment and entered the outer sect! Oh, and this is Senior Brother Lu! Senior Brother Lu is a very good person; I came back with him!"

He Xiaoyue looked at Lu Yang and the others, following Wang Siyuan's words, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

She had never even met such an important person in her entire life.

He Xiaoyue quickly and carefully bowed deeply, saying, "Greetings... I've met Young Master Lu. Thank you so much for bringing Yuan'er back. You've gone to so much trouble."

Lu Yang chuckled softly, his voice as gentle as a March breeze: "I just happen to be going that way, it's no trouble at all."

He Xiaoyue nodded repeatedly, her lips moving slightly, too nervous to know what to say next.

The atmosphere became a little awkward for a moment.

Wang Siyuan noticed He Xiaoyue's unease and quickly took her arm, looking at Lu Yang apologetically: "Senior Brother Lu, my mother has never met such an important person as you in her life, she's a little nervous..."

Lu Yang waved his hand, interrupting him, and laughed, "Junior Brother Wang, you think too little of me, don't you?"

He can understand it to some extent.

The hundred-foot-long flying boat stopped in the sky, and two Golden Core peak puppets stood behind it. Not to mention a rogue cultivator in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, even the market owners in the Foundation Establishment stage were terrified and broke out in a cold sweat.

It's perfectly normal for independent cultivators to feel nervous in the face of such a spectacle.

He himself came from an insignificant small family, so he naturally had no ill intentions towards these lowly cultivators, and he would not look down on Wang Siyuan's family because of such a trivial matter.

Wang Siyuan breathed a sigh of relief, then looked around and asked with some confusion, "Mother, where are Father and my little sister?"

He Xiaoyue snapped out of her daze and quickly pointed to the cave behind her: "It's inside the house."

Wang Siyuan was puzzled. With such a commotion, why didn't his father and younger sister come out?

However, he suppressed his doubts for the moment, turned to look at Lu Yang, and with a somewhat embarrassed and awkward expression, invited him a little shyly, "Senior Brother Lu, please come inside with me... but my home is rather simple, I hope Senior Brother Lu won't mind..."

Lu Yang waved his hand casually, "I don't mind."

He Xiaoyue relaxed a bit at this point and quickly forced a warm smile, bowing to invite Lu Yang and his group into the house.

Guided by He Xiaoyue and Wang Siyuan, Lu Yang, holding Lin Ying's hand and accompanied by Wang Da and Wang San, bowed his head and stepped through the low cave entrance.

Outside the door, the scattered cultivators looked at each other in bewilderment.

They still find it hard to believe.

Unexpectedly, Wang Siyuan has managed to get involved with such a powerful figure.

This aroused envy, jealousy, and a sense of awe in many independent cultivators.

By associating with such a person, Wang Siyuan will likely rise to great heights, and the Wang family will probably no longer be on the same level as them.

The rogue cultivator, who had some disagreements with the Wang family, turned pale and felt weak in the legs.

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Inside the cave.

Lu Yang stepped over the threshold and glanced around.

The Wang family's cave dwelling was smaller than he had imagined, only about thirty square meters in size.

The chisel marks on the cave walls were rough and old, and a cheap lamp in the corner emitted a dim, yellowish light.

The room was simply furnished: a stone table with chipped edges, several polished stone stools, an old stove with an iron pot and a few rough earthenware bowls on it, and a few futons piled in the corner.

There was a stone bed against the wall at the far end, covered with a thin, coarse cloth mattress.

Lying on the stone bed was a middle-aged man with a withered face, and standing beside the bed was a thin little girl.

When Wang Siyuan saw Wang Ming on the bed, his expression changed drastically.

He rushed forward, squatted down beside the stone bed, and looked at the bloodless face, his lips trembling violently.

Then a surge of anger rose within him: "Father, what's wrong with you?! Who hurt you?!"

Although Wang Ming and Wang Siyue didn't go out, as cultivators, their hearing was quite good.

With such a loud commotion outside, and Lu Yang and the others not keeping their voices down when they spoke outside the door, they naturally heard most of it.

Upon seeing Lu Yang and the others enter, Wang Ming struggled to sit up and bow.

He braced himself on the stone bed with his elbows, gritted his teeth, and struggled to rise, veins bulging on his forehead.

Seeing this, Lu Yang waved his hand and said gently, "Fellow Daoist, there's no need to be so polite. You're seriously injured, so just lie down and rest."

Wang Siyuan quickly reached out and gently pressed Wang Ming back onto the bed.

Wang Ming lay back down, catching his breath. His sallow face was filled with fear. "Young Master Lu, I'm so sorry... I'm seriously injured and unable to get up to greet you."

Lu Yang waved his hand: "It's nothing."

Wang Siyue stood somewhat awkwardly to one side.

Wang Siyue glanced up at Lu Yang secretly, then quickly lowered her head, her face turning bright red to her ears.

The young master my brother brought back is really handsome...

She was more beautiful than anyone she had ever seen in the market, even more beautiful than the immortals in the picture books!

Moreover, this young master's identity seems to be quite extraordinary.

Although she was still young and her cultivation had only just begun, she could still sense that the aura emanating from the two silent seniors beside her was far more terrifying than that of the Foundation Establishment ancestors in the market.

He Xiaoyue stood to the side, looking at Lu Yang with an embarrassed expression, and explained in a low voice, "I'm sorry to have made you laugh... Yuan'er's father went into the mountains to hunt demons a few days ago and was seriously injured by a demon beast. We don't have enough spirit stones to buy healing pills, so we can only let him recover slowly for now."

Upon hearing this, Wang Siyuan felt as if his heart had been squeezed tightly by a hand, and he couldn't help but clench his teeth.

It's all his fault for not coming back sooner.

If he had come back sooner, Dad might not have gotten hurt.

He took a deep breath, suppressing his surging emotions, and asked urgently, "What kind of healing medicine does Father want?"

He Xiaoyue's eyes lit up, and she looked at Wang Siyuan with some anticipation: "Your father's injury requires a bottle of Jade Dew Pills."

My son has already entered the outer sect and knows such important figures. He should be able to afford spirit stones to buy pills, right?

In that case, his family's situation will improve!

Wang Siyuan quickly reached for the storage bag at his waist.

Then, his hand froze, and his face gradually turned red.

He had only been an outer disciple for a few months.

Although he hadn't had a moment's rest these days, taking on missions to earn spirit stones in his spare time, he still had to spend money on his own cultivation. He needed to learn cultivation techniques and spells, buy pills and talismans... With all sorts of miscellaneous expenses added up, he barely had any spirit stones left in his pocket.

If he had another year or two, he might have been able to save up enough money for a bottle of Jade Dew Pills, but right now, he really couldn't afford it.

This made Wang Siyuan's sense of guilt even stronger.

His eyes stung, and he almost cried.

I originally thought that I had entered the outer sect and returned with Senior Brother Lu's flying boat, which was a triumphant homecoming.

But now they can't even find the medicine to heal their father's injuries.

What kind of triumphant return is he?

Guilt gnawed at his heart, causing his face to flush red and then pale.

He Xiaoyue and the other two people standing nearby naturally knew their relatives very well.

Seeing her son's face turn red and then white, He Xiaoyue immediately understood.

She quickly said, "It's my fault. I forgot that you've only just entered the outer sect, Yuan'er. Don't worry about your father. His life is saved now, and he can recover with time."

Wang Siyue nodded vigorously and said, "Brother, don't worry. I'll take care of Dad at home. He'll get better soon."

At this moment, Wang Siyuan suddenly remembered something, his eyes lit up, and he raised his head and shouted, "It's alright! I still have a high-grade magic artifact that can be exchanged for a lot of spirit stones!"

This high-grade magic artifact was a reward for entering the outer sect. Although Wang Siyuan was extremely reluctant to part with it, he would be more than willing if it could heal his father's injuries.

Just then, Lu Yang's gentle voice rang out: "Junior Brother Wang, I must thank you for reminding me about Li Yao's matter. Here are five thousand spirit stones, please use them first."

Lu Yang flipped his hand, and spirit stones poured out of his storage ring.

The spirit stones, radiating a soft glow, fell to the ground with a clatter, piling up one after another, illuminating the originally dim cave.

The air fell silent for a moment.

Wang Ming and He Xiaoyue, who had originally intended to persuade Wang Siyuan, were both stunned, their mouths agape but unable to utter a single word.

Wang Siyue stared wide-eyed at the pile of faintly glowing spirit stones on the ground.

Not to mention Wang Siyuan himself, who was squatting by the stone bed with his mind blank, wondering if he was dreaming.

What does 5,000 spirit stones mean?

The monthly salary for outer disciples is twenty low-grade spirit stones, which is only two hundred and forty stones a year.

It would take twenty years of saving up those five thousand spirit stones without eating or drinking!

Of course, outer disciples can take on quests to earn contribution points and spirit stones.

But outer disciples also need to cultivate and spend money; pills, magic tools, and talismans all cost money.

Without any powerful connections, a senior outer disciple is considered to be doing very well if he can save up two or three hundred spirit stones a year.

For a disciple like Wang Siyuan, who has just entered the outer sect and is in the mid-stage of Qi Refining, it would be considered lucky if he could save up a hundred low-grade spirit stones a year.

Now, Senior Brother Lu has casually given him five thousand low-grade spirit stones?!