My Longevity Simulation

Chapter 594

"No, this method seems tailor-made for me. I absolutely cannot miss it!"

Han Yi paced back and forth, muttering to himself.

"I’ll lose one-third of the penalty fee, and my principal amount is 910,000."

"If I can successfully recover it, that’s 600,000..."

A wave of heartache struck Han Yi as he calculated the loss.

He furrowed his brows in frustration: "Still, I’m short by over 500,000!"

"If I push myself again this year, even at the risk of backlash, I could earn that much. But such frequent use will likely harm my foundation."

Caught in an internal struggle, Han Yi finally made up his mind after a long while.

"I used to think that as long as I controlled my fate, I could achieve greatness in cultivation."

"But judging by my experiences over the past few years, fate alone isn’t omnipotent. To achieve Dao Integration or even Longevity Immortal, fate alone is far from enough."

"Resources, connections—these are just as important!"

"Now that such an incredible technique has surfaced in the world, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If the heavens give and I refuse, I’ll only regret it later!"

With that thought, Han Yi headed straight to the administrative hall in Congyun City.

On the way, he heard that a large number of cultivators had gathered there, all hoping to redeem their contributions early, just like him.

At first, he was a bit relieved, thinking that a crowd would make things easier.

However, when he arrived, his heart sank.

Only a handful of individuals remained scattered around, their expressions weary and lifeless, like frostbitten eggplants.

"Could something have gone wrong again?" Anxiously, Han Yi began asking around.

To his surprise, it was just a misunderstanding, and his concerns were unnecessary.

"So, as long as I’m willing to pay 30% of the penalty fee, I can retrieve my contribution points?"

"No additional conditions?"

After confirming the details, Han Yi let out a long sigh of relief.

A nearby cultivator, however, scoffed: "Thirty percent is no small amount, and yet you seem completely unfazed."

"Could it be that my luck is finally turning?"

But as he reflected further, he felt a lingering unease.

"No, it’s not just luck. Li Fan truly lives up to his reputation—what magnanimity!"

"Waiving such a significant penalty with a simple gesture... Truly extraordinary."

"Those cultivators earlier were clearly judging him unfairly."

Grateful to Li Fan, Han Yi couldn’t help but admire him even more.

Little did he know, this was precisely what Li Fan had intended.

By instructing his subordinates to selectively waive penalties for some cultivators, Li Fan had sown discord.

Those who benefited would naturally defend him when criticized, while others, burdened by real losses, would remain skeptical.

As debates arose, public opinion shifted from unified criticism to divided arguments.

For uninvolved onlookers, it became harder to trust either side completely.

Thus, the negative impact was quietly neutralized.

When questioned, one could easily dismiss it with: "Ah, it’s a complicated matter. Hard to say who’s right."

This strategy also bought Li Fan precious time to finalize his plans.

If he acted too harshly, it might raise suspicions that he was preparing to flee.

But by temporarily calming doubts, he ensured that when the Crimson Flame arrived, his grand scheme in Congyun Sea would reach its final stage.

As expected, although the incident caused some unrest, it gradually faded from memory.

As the deadline for the discounted technique drew closer, cultivators focused most of their energy on earning contribution points to exchange for techniques before the opportunity disappeared.

Han Yi was no exception.

Because contribution points were scarce, he searched relentlessly but failed to find a suitable opportunity.

Left with no choice, he activated his Heavenly Fate Scripture to seek a chance.

Following its guidance, he departed from Congyun Sea and ventured deep into the Ten Thousand Immortal Alliance.