The Professional Rankings, in twelve volumes, each bearing the name of my lord.

It was getting dark, but not yet.

The wealthy area was already ablaze with lights, with various screens playing colorful programs, like a vibrant burst of dazzling fireworks blooming on the ground.

In the urban area where Song Feng lived, there were only scattered artificial lights as far as the eye could see.

The crooked and leaning building exudes an air of antiquity.

There are no buildings floating in mid-air here; they are all low-rise brick and tile houses, no more than three stories high.

The streets, long neglected and filthy, were teeming with rats and cockroaches.

In the corners of the alleyways, homeless people huddled in the darkness.

The air was filled with the stench of sewers, making even breathing a form of torture.

The densely packed, towering buildings of the wealthy neighborhood stand in stark contrast to the dilapidated, low-rise, foul-smelling, backward, and unsightly conditions of the poor neighborhood, separated only by a road.

It was like two different worlds.

"Hey, you old thief, do you really live in this dump?"

"A disastrous start."

"Brothers, let's go to that rich neighborhood and rob a three-bedroom apartment."

"Robbery? Robbery of what? They're the ones who moved into my house!"

"In my opinion, this world desperately needs bandits to liberate it!"

Song Feng gave a bitter smile.

"Your thinking may need to shift from the Gregorian calendar a thousand years ago, or the Common Era two thousand years ago. Now, it is 4025 AD."

Chen Gou glanced at Song Feng.

He was already used to it and knew that Song Feng was talking to his clone.

"Hey bro, I heard you say before that you rent a place, right?"

"If you want to stay, pay half the rent."

Chen Gou gritted his teeth.

"Okay! I'm only staying for a few days anyway, I'll leave once I find new business!"

There wasn't even a flight path for an aircraft in the skies above the poor areas.

As a result, at night, this place is almost completely dark, except for a few streetlights that can barely function.

Although every household had lights, the bulbs were so low-wattage that they barely illuminated their own homes.

Moreover, the power supply is unreliable, with frequent power outages.

Here, you can see a group of people fighting every few steps.

Many of them were martial artists who had acquired their skills later in life. When they fought, each wielded a weapon and displayed their martial arts techniques. Their fighting was both skillful and ruthless.

You can also see homeless people being bullied, and even if these homeless people are bullied to death, no one will care.

Women are a rare commodity here.

Even if you could see them, they would be androgynous and covered in filth.

Every now and then you can hear the sound of windows breaking; I wonder whose house has been burgled again.

"It's a pity that Blood Brother hasn't come out yet. This place is practically the perfect starting point for his career!"

"This is more than just the starting point of my career; I feel like I could work here for the rest of my life."

"I've never seen a city with such poor public security. Even the old town of Yunshan City wasn't this bad before."

"Don't insult the old town of Yunshan City. At least Wang Miao and his men patrol there. I estimate that there is absolutely no one to maintain social order in this poor area. It's a place where wild animals grow."

Song Feng explained this to his clones.

"Those people who were fighting were actually from local gangs. If there is any order in the poor areas, it is all established by the local gangs."

To live a peaceful life here, you either need to join a gang as an outer member or pay protection money to the gang as a tribute member.

"If you want to become a formal member of the gang, the kind who gets a share of the protection money, that's difficult. They all have requirements regarding the Spirit Martial Realm."

The clones said, "Actually, we read your memories, so we know all this."

Song Feng: "Uh... I'm not used to this kind of operation yet."

Although Chen Gou knew that Song Feng was talking to his clone, he still chimed in.

"Then why don't you join a gang, brother? You're already at the fifth level of the Day After Tomorrow realm. Putting aside everything else, you should be more than qualified to be a formal gang member."

Song Feng said in a deep voice.

"I don't like it."

"Looks like you have high standards for yourself, bro."

Everyone has their own bottom line.

The clones who read Song Feng's memories knew this.

In a place like this, joining a gang would obviously make life better, and Song Feng had the ability to do so, yet he didn't.

Because of.

Song Feng's parents died in a gang fight.

He felt nothing but disgust and hatred for these parasites who bred from the suffering of the poor, and he would never allow himself to become one of them.

After wandering around the winding, dirty alleys of the poor neighborhood for a while...

Chen Gou and Song Feng finally arrived at the three-story wooden house that Song Feng rented.

I climbed the creaking stairs to the third floor and opened one of the doors.

This one-room apartment, less than ten square meters, is Song Feng's home.

"Please sit wherever you like."

Chen Gou looked around at the bare walls of the house and didn't know where to sit.

Song Feng pressed the light switch and found that it didn't light up.

"The landlord probably cut off my electricity again."

Chen Gou was indignant.

"What kind of landlord is this? Cutting off the electricity! He has absolutely no integrity!"

"I didn't pay the electricity bill."

"I understand, but I won't suggest or encourage it."

Upon returning, Song Feng immediately sat on the bed and began cultivating his internal energy.

Seeing how hard Song Feng was working, Chen Gou couldn't help but tease him.

"Brother, what difference does it make whether you rent a place or not? You might as well be like me, take things as they come. Sometimes, even sleeping in a park in a rich neighborhood is better than here."

"Having a home makes me feel more at ease, and a peaceful state of mind is beneficial for cultivation."

"No wonder you're only twenty-three and already at the fifth level of the Acquired Realm, much more impressive than me. I was just saying, with your dilapidated and shabby house, you must be making a thousand or two a month, right?"

"Six thousand."

"Huh? No, bro, you're pretty good at making money! Got any tips on how to get rich? Tell me about it!"

Song Feng stated that his main way of making money is by taking on missions from the Lingwu Association.

Occasionally, they would act as enforcers or bodyguards for companies or families.

Chen Gou's mind raced.

"Yeah, with so many clones, you can take on a bunch of tasks at once, no wonder you make so much money!"

Song Feng, who was cultivating, opened his eyes.

Hey, I really didn't think of that?

He earned a decent amount of money before he had the ability to be in two places at once because he was very diligent, working around the clock and using martial arts training instead of sleeping to rest.

This was barely enough to maintain a living where I could afford to rent a place and have food to eat.

Now that we have clones, let them all go out and do the orders for the association. Wouldn't our income increase dozens of times over?

Suddenly I feel like I'm about to become rich overnight!

The clone naturally knew what Song Feng was thinking at this moment.

"Good heavens, a thousand years have passed, and we still can't escape our fate of being beasts of burden."

"I'm certain this guy is the old thief, no doubt about it."

"New and old thieves, let's broaden our horizons! What missions do we need? What kind of henchmen do we need? Whoever has money, we'll rob them!"

"Exactly, no way is working faster than robbery."

"Don't forget, we're bandits! We're meant to take the unorthodox path!"

Song Feng could naturally hear the clone's voice.

He certainly knew about the history of Song Gua's rise to power, and all he could say was...

"Gentlemen, times have changed."