The fundraising drive moved far faster than He Zhenghao had expected.

The moment he let slip that Li Fan was about to restart the investment plan, the cultivators of Congyun Sea scrambled to transfer their contribution points to him, terrified of missing a rare chance to make their fortunes.

He Zhenghao was swamped. It was a state of painful bliss.

In under seven days, they had already cleared half the target, receiving nearly fifty-three million contribution points.

Handling such an astronomical sum caused He Zhenghao's own mentality to undergo a subtle, unconscious shift.

"What kind of life was I living before I met the Secretary-Envoy?" he murmured, shaking his head. "Counting...