With only 8 years to live at the start, I'm going all in.

Chapter 30 Turning Mud into Gold?

into the night.

Ding Yi didn't lie on the bed, but sat quietly at the table waiting for something.

After an unknown amount of time, Ding Yi, who had been pretending to be asleep with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide, as if he had noticed something.

At this moment, the restlessness from last night returned. Ding Yi frowned and subconsciously glanced at the water clock in the room, only to find that it was already the hour of Chou (1-3 AM).

"It seems that the Yin-Yang Fiend appears at the same time every night, so there must be some kind of formation at work."

Ding Yi thought to himself.

Next, Ding Yi resisted the urge to light the oil lamp and prepared to see what was so special about this Spirit Nourishing Pill.

Soon, Ding Yi seemed to realize something, and his brows furrowed.

Last night, when the Yin-Yang evil spirits attacked Ding Yi, he clearly felt a burning heat all over his body, and even dreamed of erotic scenes, which was like a wet dream.

But today, as the Yin and Yang evil spirits invaded, Ding Yi felt that his heart only stirred for a moment before quickly calming down. He then became like Liu Xiahui, losing all reaction to his human instincts.

To put it bluntly, it's withered.

"Fuck..."

Ding Yi was greatly surprised. While he was shocked, he was also speechless. He thought to himself, "If a person with a mortal disability came, wouldn't they be able to walk around here with impunity?"

However, although this kind of pill can resist Yin and Yang evil, is it really okay to take too much of it?

Ding Yi couldn't help but shudder at the thought and quickly lit the oil lamp on the table next to him.

The fiery red flames gave Ding Yi a slight warmth, and at the same time, he saw that familiar notification.

[You have refined the Yin-Yang Fiend, your lifespan increases by 0.1 days]

[You have refined the Yin-Yang Fiend, your lifespan increases by 0.1 days]

...

"There's no other way. Let's just get through this period and find a solution as soon as possible."

Ding Yi looked at the notification flashing in front of him and thought to himself.

Early the next morning, Ding Yi got up and left the house, intending to go to the patrol office first.

The patrol office of Qingfeng County, under the jurisdiction of the county government, is considered a military institution under the rule of the Great Liang Dynasty.

The patrol division's job is to patrol the area of ​​a county and specifically handle some tricky cases such as disasters, robberies, and murders.

Needless to say, the entry requirements for such a violent organization with law enforcement powers must be incredibly high.

But Ding Yi had no choice. After all, to gain longevity, one had to deal with all kinds of evil energy, so the Patrol Division was the best option at the moment.

Soon, after making some inquiries, Ding Yi arrived at the outskirts of the patrol office in the outer city.

The patrol office's residence in the outer city was also a small courtyard, but much larger than the one Ding Yi lived in, and there were guards at the entrance, giving the impression that strangers should not enter.

In fact, there were hardly any pedestrians outside the patrol station. The residents here seemed to be very afraid of the patrol station and would take a detour when passing by.

Ding Yi stood at the crossroads, looking at the patrol officers across the street, and a sense of unease arose in his heart.

"Are you just going to go up and ask?"

As Ding Yi was hesitating, he overheard two people passing by whispering to each other.

"This inspectorate is really unreasonable. The incident in Ma Liu Fang yesterday caused quite a stir."

"Is it that Du Wu? I heard he got his teeth knocked out and was arrested for swearing at the inspector."

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

"If I were a warrior, I'd want to join the Inspectorate too. How prestigious that would be!"

"You call yourself a warrior?! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself in the mirror!"

The two chatted while secretly observing the patrol station, and their figures quickly disappeared from Ding Yi's sight.

"It seems there are certain conditions for joining as a martial artist. This is troublesome."

Ding Yi muttered to himself, his brows furrowing.

Although he currently knows an ordinary sword technique and has also cultivated the Evergreen Skill, both Qingyunzi and Li Baozheng said he was not a martial artist the moment they saw him. Clearly, there is a unique method for judging martial artists.

Thinking of this, Ding Yi glanced at the patrol office over there again, and then quietly left. It was obvious that with his current qualifications, it was probably impossible for him to join the patrol office.

Ding Yi, who had left the patrol station, kept his head down and was deep in thought. Suddenly, he noticed that there were more and more pedestrians around him. He couldn't help but look up and found that there was another large mansion in front of him.

Unlike the patrol office just now, there were many people coming and going at the entrance of this large mansion, and some even went in and out from time to time. This made Ding Yi subconsciously glance at the horizontal plaque hanging on the mansion.

"Bai Family Martial Arts School"

Ding Yi's pupils contracted, and he muttered something under his breath.

Unconsciously, he followed the crowd down the street and ended up in front of the martial arts school.

"Oh right, the martial arts school."

Ding Yi seemed to have thought of something. Looking at the open gate of the Bai Family Martial Arts School, his eyes darted around, and he immediately followed a man inside.

Upon entering the courtyard, Ding Yi saw an old man sitting at a square table in the center, with a few people scattered around in front of him, seemingly registering something.

On either side of the entrance to the front hall directly opposite the courtyard stood two muscular, shirtless men with their hands behind their backs, watching the passersby entering the courtyard like two guardian deities.

Ding Yi looked around the courtyard, then quietly went behind the square table where the old man was sitting, intending to see what they were registering.

"The registration fee is thirty taels, and the monthly food allowance is ten taels, totaling forty taels!"

The old man spoke to the first person who had squeezed in front of the table.

"I know, I know, I'll sign up right away!"

The man carefully took out a small cloth bag from his pocket and then respectfully handed it to the old man.

The old man took the cloth bag, opened it, looked inside, then weighed it in his hand before nodding. He then took out the roster and began registering.

"Name."

"Zhou Hai!"

"age"

"21"

"Okay, take the sign and go in."

The old man pulled a plaque from under the table and handed it to the man named Zhou Hai. Zhou Hai quickly thanked him and excitedly ran towards the front hall with the plaque in hand.

Ding Yi, who was at the back of the line, was stunned when he saw this scene.

What the hell? Forty taels? Did I hear that right?

This is a robbery!

Although he was somewhat prepared for the high registration fee, he was still quite shocked when he heard the actual figure.

Ding Yi found it even more unbelievable that Zhou Hai had taken out forty taels of silver.

Isn't this supposed to be a slum? How come there are people this rich?

To Ding Yi's astonishment, the second person also started paying to sign up, which suddenly gave Ding Yi an idea.

"It turns out that it's not that rich people don't have it, it's just that they don't have access to it."

Ding Yi sighed inwardly, touched the three taels of silver he had been hiding at his waist, and then hurriedly slunk out of the Bai family martial arts school.

On his way home, Ding Yi felt that the scenery in his field of vision was gray and gloomy, much like a faded old photograph, which made him feel a sense of desolation.

Forty taels of silver, where am I supposed to get that?

Without money, you can't get into a martial arts school.

Without entering a martial arts school, one cannot gain the experience and knowledge to become a martial artist.

If one cannot become a warrior, one cannot enter the Patrol Division. If one cannot enter the Patrol Division, then one's lifespan will be like water without a source, and one day it will be exhausted.

"It's in a vicious cycle..."

By the time Ding Yi returned to his courtyard, it was nearly noon.

On the way, he took a break and ordered a bowl of noodles from a roadside stall. Although he added chili, he couldn't taste any flavor. Clearly, Ding Yi was preoccupied with worries and troubled by the registration fee for entering the martial arts school.

However, after Ding Yi returned to the house, sat down, and drank some cold tea, he calmed down a bit and immediately came up with a new idea.

He quickly went to the yard, dug out a small piece of mud from the ground, wet it with water, and shaped it into the form of a silver coin.

Immediately afterwards, Ding Yi used a bamboo skewer to carve the word "gold" into the mud, then stared intently at the mud in his hand, waiting for the prompt to appear.

A breath later, familiar words appeared in Ding Yi's field of vision, but this time Ding Yi couldn't feel happy at all.

[Currently, upgrading requires 1 year and 3 months of lifespan. Upgrade now?]