The third day of the second month of the lunar calendar. Noon, the day after the Dragon’s Gate Banquet.

Su Yi finished his cultivation in the mulberry grove. Just as he returned to the Apricot Cottage, he saw Fu Shan and a group of the Old Guard waiting there for him.

“Master Su.” Fu Shan walked up with a smile and cupped his fist. “I’m here to thank you for your assistance at the Dragon’s Gate Banquet, as well as to deliver your rewards.”

With that, he waved his hand, and three guards approached. Each of them respectfully proffered a jade box.

Fu Shan smiled as he explained, “These are the prizes for the victor of the Dragon’s Gate Competition. Altogether, there’s a thousand taels of gold, ten clusters of pearls, three stalks of spiritual medicine, and one peak yellow-grade secret martial arts tome.

He paused, then continued, “I brazenly took it upon myself to convert the gold to silver notes. That will make it easier for you to carry it on your person, Master Su.

He pointed to the first jade box. “This contains eighteen silver notes. Each is worth ten thousand taels of silver.” 

“The second jade box contains three stalks of spiritual medicine. They are, respectively, Jadeleaf Poria, Bloodjade...