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第五百九十二章 阴阳难定论

"Absolutely not, this technique is tailor-made for me. I can't afford to miss it!"

Han Yi paced back and forth, muttering to himself.

"The penalty fee is a third of my principal—ninety-one thousand."

"If everything goes smoothly, that's sixty thousand..."

Han Yi felt a sharp pain in his heart.

Then he looked troubled: "Still fifty thousand short!"

"Even if I risk another backlash, I could still make this much within a year."

"But doing it too often might damage my foundation."

After much deliberation, Han Yi finally made up his mind.

"I used to think that as long as I could control fate and fortune, I would surely succeed in cultivation."

"But after these few years of experience, I realize that fate isn't all-powerful. To achieve harmony with the Dao or even immortality, relying solely on fate is far from enough."

"Resources and connections are equally important!"

"This technique being revealed to the world now is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. If you don’t seize it when offered, you’ll only suffer its consequences!"

With this thought in mind, Han Yi headed straight for the government hall of Congyun City.

On his way, he heard that many cultivators had gathered here, all hoping to redeem their contribution points early.

Initially, he felt a bit relieved, thinking that with so many people, it would be easier to handle.

But when he arrived, his heart sank.

Only a few scattered individuals remained, looking dispirited and forlorn.

"Is there another twist?" Han Yi nervously inquired.

To his surprise, the situation wasn't as dire as he had feared.

"Just pay thirty percent of the penalty fee, and you can take back your contribution points?"

"Are there no other conditions?"

Relieved after clarifying these details, Han Yi sighed with relief.

The cultivator across from him was displeased: "That's a third. Your friend seems unconcerned about it."

Han Yi shook his head: "I accept my fate as written in the contract. I signed it and won't have much to say even if I regret it."

"I thought the secret envoy would take advantage of everyone’s urgent need for money, adding more conditions."

"But now it looks like their credit is good."

Intentions aside, Han Yi's words angered some cultivators.

"You must be Li Fan's stooge. Your tone suggests you were conned and are thanking him?"

"Indeed, this friend seems unfamiliar. He looks like he was brought here by Li Fan to sow discord! Don't let his lies fool you!"

"He deserves death for his treachery!"

...

Han Yi suddenly became the target of everyone’s frustration.

He was still dazed when a few cultivators approached him.

"Stop all this nonsense!" said Hao Zhenghao, who had witnessed the scene. "This friend makes sense. Accept your fate as written in the contract. It wasn't forced upon you by our master. Some even begged to join the fundraising!"

Hao Zhenghao lectured sternly.

The other cultivators, intimidated, retreated silently.

"How should I address you?" Hao Zhenghao asked Han Yi, who was now visibly nervous.

"I am Han Yi!" Han Yi knew this was Hao Zhenghao, the key figure in organizing the fundraising. He felt a mix of tension and relief.

"Haha, relax, Han friend," Hao Zhenghao said with a smile. "I've met thousands of cultivators like you."

He quickly understood Han Yi's state of mind.

Recalling Li Fan’s sudden instructions, Hao Zhenghao had an idea.

"In this era, few cultivators are as rational and wise as you." He sighed.

"Don't be fooled by these rumors. The secret envoy is no fraud. On the contrary, he has a kind heart. Knowing many need contribution points urgently, he specially instructed us."

"If truly in trouble, you can waive the penalty fee."

Hearing this, Han Yi was overjoyed: "Really?"

Hao Zhenghao's face turned serious: "Our master always keeps his word; there’s no lie here."

"Come, Han friend. I'll handle your affairs now."

Overwhelmed with joy, Han Yi hurriedly followed.

After a while, he looked at the ninety-one thousand contribution points he had regained and felt myriad emotions.

"Is this my lucky day?"

Thinking about it, Han Yi vaguely sensed his troubles weren't over yet.

"Not really. Li Fan truly lives up to his reputation."

"With so many penalty fees due, he waved his hand and waived them all."

"I see those cultivators were clearly judging him with a small-minded heart!"

Grateful for Li Fan's help, Han Yi thought to himself.

Unbeknownst to him, this was exactly what Li Fan wanted.

Through Zhou Qingang, he issued the command: when some defaulting cultivators came seeking redemption, they could be offered half their penalty fee waived at random.

This would cost a little but muddy the waters.

The relieved cultivators who had their fees waived would naturally defend Li Fan against slander.

But those who lost out would not easily be convinced.

Thus, disputes were inevitable.

With one side accusing and the other defending, outside observers wouldn't easily believe either party’s viewpoint.

This way, negative effects could be minimized.

Others could simply say "It's complicated; they're just arguing."

In fact, Li Fan was buying time to soothe those still hesitating about redeeming their contribution points.

If he went too far, they might suspect he was leaving. But once their doubts were temporarily quelled, waiting for the arrival of the Scarlet Flame to Burn the Sea would complete his plans in Congyun Sea.

It matched Li Fan's expectations.

Despite causing a commotion, this incident gradually faded from memory as the deadline for discounts on techniques approached. Cultivators focused on earning contribution points and exchanging them before the opportunity vanished.

Han Yi was no exception.

Perhaps because everyone needed contribution points, he searched long and hard without finding an opportune moment.

Desperate, he activated his Fortune Scripture to seek a chance.

Following the感应, he left Congyun Sea and headed inland toward the mainland of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance.

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