Han Qingyu heard that most people needed deep concentration to absorb source energy. It could even be accompanied by soreness in the meridians and muscles.

That wasn’t the case for Han Qingyu.

While he couldn’t absorb blue crystal energy cores instantly the way he could with raw metal cores, it was still effortless—quite comfortable, too.

It was akin to soaking in a hot spring or a footbath. He had plenty of capacity to do other things at the same time.

Lying back with his hands behind his head, he arranged the fifteen energy cores on his body in the shape of the number eight for good luck[1] and as a prayer that this trial would end with him striking rich.

Han Qingyu had always been hopelessly mundane in his outlook and values.

He’d invested heavily in this outing. If he came back without a single raw metal core to show for it, the problem wouldn’t just be a matter of tight finances and...