My Simulated Road to Immortality

One day, when Li Fan wanted to have another drinking session with the other party, he received such a response.

Hence, his face was filled with astonishment.

Sima Changkong’s face had a slight blush, he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

But in the end, he nervously scratched the back of his head and said awkwardly, “There are not many people I am close to in Misthaven Ocean, so I didn’t prepare much.”

“Brother Li, you have been a guest here for quite some time…”

Li Fan counted the days and said in astonishment, “I didn’t realize that time has passed so quickly, it’s been almost a year.”

He said apologetically, “Since Brother Sima finds me bothersome, it’s time for me to leave.”

“But before I leave, please tell me the raw materials for brewing that wine. I will get some for you…”

Before he could finish, Sima Changkong blushed and hastily waved his hands, “Brother Li, it’s not that I’m complaining, it’s actually…”

He wanted to explain, but for some reason, he shook his head and gave up with a sigh.

“Forget it, Brother Li, wait for me at home for a few days. I’ll be back soon!”

Without waiting for a response from Li Fan, he hurriedly left.

“This Sima Changkong is quite a character.” Li Fan watched Sima Changkong’s retreating figure and chuckled.

Although he never went out during the year, Li Fan was not completely ignorant of what was happening in the outside world.

Zhou Qingang, his avatar, was in a mess.

Let’s not talk about the other things, the most important was the monthly “Cultivator Conscription Roster”.

Yes, even though Misthaven Ocean was weak, the Immortal Alliance Headquarters still issued a conscription order.

Fortunately, considering the actual situation of Misthaven Ocean, most of the cultivators conscripted did not have to go to the battlefield.

Most of them were involved in logistics and operations.

That being said, no one could guarantee that the scale of the war would not suddenly expand and the innocent would suffer.

Therefore, no one wanted to be conscripted to Tianlingzhou.

Arranging this roster became a difficult task.

Originally, this task was supposed to be decided by Li Fan, the Secret Word Envoy.

As Li Fan was “retreating” and in theory, this decision should be made by He Zhenghao, Gao Yuan, and others who were authorized by Li Fan.

But He Zhenghao was the nice guy, and Gao Yuan was the one who planted seeds on both sides.

Both of them were unwilling to do this task which would offend people.

If the other party died on the battlefield, that’s fine. But if they didn’t die and came back with military merits, wouldn’t they have made an enemy for no reason?

So the two men privately found the relatively solitary “Zhou Qingang” for help.

“Zhou Qingang” flatly refused.

He had no reason to take up this thankless task.

However, He Zhenghao quickly revealed his trump card.

“Daoist Zhou, take a look at this.” He mysteriously took out a scroll and unfolded it in front of “Zhou Qingang”.

“Liu Yihang, ten million contribution points.”

“Zhou Peng, eight hundred thousand contribution points.”

“Sikong Yi, three hundred thousand contribution points.”

…

Li Fan glanced over the familiar names on the scroll, paused for a moment, and asked knowingly, “What is this?”

He Zhenghao cleared his throat, “This is last year’s contribution list from the fundraising plan.”

“The year is up, and it’s time to return the principal and interest. Fortunately, the Emissary gave me guidance, so I sold them all off when the prices of accumulated supplies rose to more than three times the original.”

“In the end, they all sold for about…”

He Zhenghao paused, a triumphant smile appeared on his face, “Three hundred and fourteen million, fifty-seven thousand contribution points.”

Li Fan pretended to be surprised, “So much? I’ve only heard that the supplies for the battlefield are in short supply. I didn’t expect the prices to be so outrageous. Doesn’t the Alliance of Thousands of Immortals manage that?”

“Manage? How to manage? It’s a willing buyer and seller. If you don’t want it, don’t buy it! Anyway, one more preparation on the battlefield gives you one more chance to survive. If you don’t buy, there are people who would!” He Zhenghao, who had been somewhat scared of “Zhou Qingang” a year ago, was now completely nonchalant.

Li Fan just shook his head slightly, not commenting on this matter anymore.

“So? What is Daoist He showing me this for?” Li Fan looked at the scroll again, feigning confusion.

He Zhenghao and Gao Yuan exchanged glances, then looked around and casually set up a Stealth Array.

With that done, they finally relaxed.

He took out a pen, circled five names on the scroll.

Then, he drew a slash over each of these five names.

Li Fan pretended to be shocked, exclaiming, “These cultivators, they’ve perished in the Battle of Heavenly Spirit State?!”

“Keep your voice down, keep your voice down!” He Zhenghao was startled and quickly stopped Li Fan who was shouting.

“This matter can’t be made public, I only told you because I trust you.” He said somewhat reproachfully.

Li Fan nodded repeatedly, indicating that he understood.

“So, no one is claiming the principal of these people now?” He asked quietly.

He Zhenghao said excitedly, “Right. I found out secretly. The several people I circled, they have indeed died on the battlefield of Tianlingzhou.”

“And they didn’t leave any will.”

“The total principal of the five people is three hundred and thirty thousand contribution points, plus the same amount of dividends they should have received…”

Li Fan quickly interrupted him, “Isn’t that a threefold increase? Why only three hundred thousand?”

He Zhenghao snorted, “Three hundred thousand is already the result of the Emissary’s kindness in adjusting the dividend ratio.”

“According to the original agreement, only fifty percent of the principal profit needs to be given every year.”

“But since the Emissary was compassionate, it’s not good for me to say anything.”

“In short, these sixty-six contribution points are now unclaimed.”

“As long as Daoist Zhou helps resolve this matter, they belong to you.” He Zhenghao said enticingly.

“Zhou Qingang” was obviously tempted.

However, he still seemed a bit hesitant.

“Will anyone find out? Coveting the money of the dead is a bit taboo.”

“And does the Emissary know about this?” Li Fan deliberately asked.

He Zhenghao’s eyes sparkled, he slapped his chest and assured, “Daoist Zhou, rest assured, the roster of fundraising participants is top secret, only we few know about it. There will absolutely be no leaks.”

“Furthermore, I have asked the Emissary, he said I can handle this matter myself.” He Zhenghao confidently assured.

“Is that so…” Li Fan looked at He Zhenghao for a long time.

It wasn’t until the other party was somewhat creeped out that he finally retracted his gaze.

“In that case, leave this matter to me.” Li Fan agreed.

He Zhenghao and Gao Yuan exchanged a glance, their faces filled with joy.