.

At this time, there is another saying in Daxin - only those with rank six or above are the real aristocratic families!

The so-called "poor family" is just a game that the family members throw out and watch the people below fight for it.

But Fang Xi knew that the truth was actually far more cruel than this.

Even an aristocratic family is nothing more than a plaything for a wealthy family. It only gives a glimmer of hope to the people below in name, so that it won't cause an uproar.

"I want to build a foundation!"

The skinny boy clenched his fists.

Although he is only at the fifth level of Qi Refining now, he is full of hope in his heart.

However, this hope is still very slim.

As ordinary people, there are no good exercises at all, and there is no guidance from masters.

The most important thing is... there are no resources!

The Qi Refining Perfection monks in the Shushan world attacked and built the foundation on their own, but the success rate was so low that it was shockingly low!

All foundation-building spiritual objects are basically monopolized by aristocratic families.

For example, those evil points that produce evil spirits are the property of aristocratic families. If an individual dares to use them rashly, he will be arrested and severely sentenced!

As for the ‘Foundation Building Pill’ that was finally developed after experimenting with various spiritual plants, only Tai students can redeem it with credits.

But now, it is difficult for even a seventh-grade son from a poor family to enter the Imperial College for further study.

The so-called Foundation Establishment Pill is just an elusive dream.

Snapped!

At this moment, the young man suddenly looked at his palm.

On the index finger, a ring suddenly cracked.

A terrifying aura rushed directly into his mind, causing him to faint.

"I...where am I?"

The young man seemed to have had a dream. In the dream, he came to a jade palace, full of fairy birds and rare beasts, and strange fruits...

In the middle of the palace, there is the figure of an old man with an immortal air.

"I am the ancestor of Shushan!"

"There is an evil spirit from outside the world using human evil methods to harm me in Shushan... I led my disciples to fight against it. In the end, the entire sect was lost, leaving only a trace of the remnant soul, which is lodged in the ring."

The old man stroked his beard.

"this……"

The young man's first reaction was disbelief, but after thinking about it, he smiled bitterly: "It seems that no one can spend such a high price to deceive me, because it's not worth it..."

"good."

The old man smiled and said: "Although you have poor aptitude for the mortal method, your character is outstanding and you are a genius in practicing the ancient method... My Shushan method, as long as the character and perseverance are enough, you can practice it in one year as a swordsman, ten years as a swordsman, and a hundred years."
Chapter completed!