80: Chapter 80 Sometimes, poverty is more terrifying than a ghost!

After finishing reviewing the Moves, Lu Siye began the enhancement process.

The enhancement of the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms was different from other martial arts; it was not divided into any Realms, but rather into eighteen separate Move enhancements.

Each enhancement unlocked one more Move, and the cost for each Move was 1,000 Fear Points.

Lu Siye did not fully enhance all eighteen Moves; he only enhanced the first three: Repenting Dragons Pride, Flying Dragon in the Sky, and Dragon Appears in the Field.

Afterward, Lu Siye spent a few more hours learning all three of these first Moves.

He didn't know if the power was great, but when he struck out with his palm and that Dragon-shaped Qi energy flew out, it was quite cool.

Moreover, every time he struck a palm, it was accompanied by a faint, lingering sound of a Dragon's roar, which really added to the atmosphere.

After finishing Cultivating the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms, Lu Siye checked the time; there were still a few hours left until noon.

So, he turned his attention to the last Secret Manual—the Dragon Capturing Skill.

Since he had no recollection of a description for this Cultivation Technique, Lu Siye looked up the Dragon Capturing Skill online before enhancing it.

After a while, Lu Siye had managed to clarify the information regarding the Dragon Capturing Skill.

Come to think of it, the Dragon Capturing Skill was related to Old Master Jin, as this technique originated from a game related to Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils.

With a 'let's try it' mindset, Lu Siye chose to enhance it.

After spending 2,000 Fear Points, the Dragon Capturing Skill remained the Dragon Capturing Skill; although the name hadn't changed, the content of the technique certainly had.

The enhanced Dragon Capturing Skill was a technique-oriented Internal Skill; it wasn't outstanding in terms of Internal Skill Cultivation, but it had quite commendable aspects regarding the technique of controlling objects.

After spending another hour or so, Lu Siye easily mastered this technique of controlling objects.

This was a technique that involved extending one's Internal Energy, attaching it to a certain object, and controlling it.

The distance and weight of the objects one could control were related to the depth of one's own Internal Energy.

Theoretically, as long as one's own Internal Energy was strong enough, one could even control a mountain and lift it up.

However, Lu Siye was far from reaching that level at the moment; he could currently only control objects within a range of about ten meters.

At noon, Lu Siye went to the balcony and began Cultivating the third layer of the Nine Yang Divine Art under the scorching sun.

Fortunately, no one came up to the balcony in the middle of the day; otherwise, if others saw Lu Siye sitting cross-legged on the burning hot floor, eyes closed, baking in the sun, they would definitely think something was wrong with his brain.

As the Cultivation proceeded, he wasn't sure if it was because the sun was too intense or because of Lu Siye's Cultivation.

The air around him began to gradually distort, and the distortion became increasingly obvious.

Pfft!

Suddenly, a soft sound rang in Lu Siye's ears, and a thin, golden flame appeared out of thin air beside him, then submerged into his body.

Lu Siye focused his Qi into his Dantian and began to look inward, seeing a tiny golden flame burning on the Yang pole of the Taiji diagram.

This must be the Pure Yang True Fire!

...

Knock, knock, knock!

"Open the door! Open up quickly!"

In an apartment in a certain urban village, a middle-aged man was standing in front of a door, knocking on it with an impatient look on his face.

The man had a black leather notebook tucked under his arm and was holding a key ring with at least twenty keys hanging from it.

It looked like a tenant hadn't paid their rent on time, and the landlord had come knocking.

Creak~

After a while, just as the landlord was impatiently preparing to take out his keys to open the door, it finally opened, and a somewhat pale face appeared from behind the door.

"Tang Yingyao, you're finally willing to open the door! Do you know your rent has been overdue for nearly two months? Hurry up and pay!" The man took down the notebook and flipped to a certain page, where Tang Yingyao's rent payment status was clearly recorded.

"Uncle Liu... *cough, cough*... I only have a little over five hundred yuan here. Let me pay you five hundred first, and please... *cough, cough*... grant me a little more time." Tang Yingyao's complexion was terrible; she pleaded while coughing.

She wasn't lying; having been unemployed for over four months, all the savings she had previously accumulated were already gone.

The landlord, Uncle Liu, frowned, looked at her pale face, and remained silent for a moment.

"Forget it, forget it. I'll give you one more week. After one week, you must pay the full two months' rent. You don't need to give me this five hundred yuan; take it to see a doctor. Just don't die in my house," the landlord, Uncle Liu, said with an annoyed expression.

"Thank you, Uncle Liu... *cough, cough*... Thank you, Uncle Liu..." Tang Yingyao's face lit up with joy, and she expressed her gratitude repeatedly.

"Alright, go back and rest! What bad luck."

After saying that, he turned around and walked toward the stairs.

After watching the landlord go down the stairs, Tang Yingyao closed the door and returned to her bed, looking weak.

She took out her phone and looked at the bank text message notification for the deposit of over five hundred yuan.

Although they had encountered a ghost that night, it had also gained them quite a few followers and they had received a fair amount of tips.

However, the cost was that she had fallen ill after returning, and it wasn't until after resting for a day that she had recovered a little.

Actually, from a professional perspective, she had been frightened out of her wits; her own Yang Qi was low and her Yang Fire was not flourishing, which led to a decrease in her body's resistance, making it easy for viruses to invade and cause illness.

These five hundred yuan could also be said to have been earned with their own lives that night.

Tang Yingyao stared blankly at the text message on her phone, and after a long while, she seemed to have made a difficult decision.

She opened her contacts, found Yu Hongkuo's phone number, and made a call.

"Hello! Yaoyao, what's wrong?" Shortly after, the call was connected, and a weak voice came from the other side of the phone.

Yu Hongkuo was also sick, but he was a hot-blooded young man, so he wasn't as severely ill as Tang Yingyao.

"Old Yu, let's do another job!" Tang Yingyao's weak voice revealed an unwavering tone.

"Are you crazy? Have you forgotten about what happened before?" Yu Hongkuo's terrified voice came through the phone.

"I haven't forgotten, but I have no choice. The rent has been overdue for nearly two months; if I can't earn money, I won't even have hope of surviving."

Tang Yingyao grabbed her hair in a breakdown, tears streaming out uncontrollably.

After a long while, Yu Hongkuo's hoarse voice came from the other side of the phone: "Alright!"

"Thank you! Thank you!" Tang Yingyao buried her head between her knees, murmuring continuously.

Sometimes, poverty is more terrifying than ghosts!