My longevity simulation

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As soon as Ji Shaoli spoke, the entire room was shocked.

It was already astonishing that the first-place prize of five million contribution points was beyond what most cultivators could accumulate in a lifetime.

And now, in such a short time, his fortune had doubled?

He Zhenghao was so stunned that he immediately stood up. “Brother Ji, you must be joking, right?”

Ji Shaoli’s expression darkened as he solemnly declared, “Would I speak nonsense about something like this?”

Realizing his mistake, He Zhenghao cupped his fists and apologized, “I was too abrupt.”

With Ji Shaoli personally confirming his words, the cultivators present began to look at him with a hint of fervor in their eyes.

At least ten million contribution points—not just in the Congyun Region, but even in the core central regions of the Immortal Alliance, such wealth was considered significant.

“Yeah, surely not just to flaunt your wealth?”

The crowd murmured among themselves.

Ji Shaoli raised his hand, and silence immediately followed.

All eyes were fixed on him, waiting for his words.

“A great war is on the horizon, and the situation is uncertain. We must plan ahead.”

“One person’s strength alone is insufficient to face the coming storm. That is why we must act together.” Ji Shaoli spoke with unwavering determination.

The cultivators exchanged glances, uncertain about what he meant by “acting together.”

“Mutual assistance, unity. Sharing information and standing together in times of crisis!” Ji Shaoli looked around, his voice firm.

However, the people present were not naive youngsters who could be easily swayed by mere words.

They remained skeptical, waiting for Ji Shaoli to elaborate.

“As a group, the stronger our members are, the more beneficial it is for us all. I know that some among you have been stuck at your current cultivation stage for a long time due to a lack of resources to acquire the right techniques.”

“And it just so happens that I have more than enough contribution points…”

At this point, some of the smarter individuals had already guessed what Ji Shaoli was about to propose. However, they still found it hard to believe and stared at him intently.

“So, for any brother willing to join our Mutual Aid Association, I will lend the necessary contribution points for acquiring cultivation techniques.”

“There will be no interest. You only need to repay it gradually over time. In fact, you can even reduce or eliminate your debt by completing tasks assigned by the Mutual Aid Association.”

Although it wasn’t a handout, an interest-free loan with no collateral was an offer too tempting for many cultivators to ignore.

“Since my current resources are limited, I must consider everyone present. For now, the maximum loan per person is set at 100,000 contribution points.”

“However, as members complete more tasks within the Mutual Aid Association, their borrowing limit will increase. There will also be additional benefits…”

Ji Shaoli continued to explain in detail how the Mutual Aid Association would operate.

“Joining the Mutual Aid Association does not require signing any binding contract. If someone wishes to leave, they only need to repay their debts to do so freely.”

“Borrowing contribution points also does not require any form of collateral or restrictions.”

“However, those who deliberately violate the rules will face the collective judgment of the association’s brothers!”

Ji Shaoli’s expression grew stern, and a faint killing intent surfaced.

Many of the cultivators present felt a chill run down their spines.

“I knew it—Brother Ji, you are no ordinary person. To come up with such a bold idea…”

“I’m in!”

The first to respond was Pei Tuo, a Golden Core cultivator and the guardian of Haitong Island.

In a past life, Li Fan had crossed paths with him once before.

This person had already reached the perfection stage of the Golden Core Realm for over ten years, yet he still hadn’t accumulated enough contribution points to exchange for Nascent Soul cultivation techniques. Let alone finding a suitable Cave-Heaven to devour.

Wasting such precious time—how could he not be anxious?

Now, encountering such a heaven-sent opportunity, he did not hesitate and agreed on the spot.

Even if joining the Mutual Aid Association came with restrictions and constraints, he was willing to accept them!

If he could step into the Nascent Soul Realm just one day earlier, his entire future could be completely different!

Ji Shaoli clapped his hands and praised, “Refreshing! Fellow Daoist Pei, rest assured—since you are the second member of the Mutual Aid Association, I will not treat you unfairly!”

Naturally, the first member referred to Ji Shaoli himself.

Ji Shaoli’s lips moved slightly, as if whispering something to Pei Tuo.

Upon hearing it, Pei Tuo’s body trembled violently, his face full of shock and disbelief as he stared at Ji Shaoli.

Ji Shaoli merely smiled and raised a hand to interrupt whatever Pei Tuo was about to say.

However, the sheer excitement on Pei Tuo’s face did not go unnoticed by the others present.

He stood up and sat beside Ji Shaoli, then turned to look at the remaining cultivators who had yet to make their decision.

Although everyone was extremely curious about what kind of benefits Ji Shaoli had promised Pei Tuo, they did not let themselves be swept away by impulse and rush to join the Mutual Aid Association.

After all, no one could be sure whether Pei Tuo and Ji Shaoli were simply putting on an act together.

Caught in hesitation, not a single person spoke up.

Ji Shaoli, however, remained calm. Instead, he spoke gently, “There’s no rush. Whenever you make your decision, you can come find me.”

“But let me make one thing clear in advance.”

“Those who join earlier will receive preferential treatment in various aspects. The later you join, what was once freely available may have to be earned through your own efforts.”

Though his words were somewhat vague, they carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

By the time the banquet concluded that day, a total of six cultivators—including Pei Tuo—had chosen to be the first to join the Mutual Aid Association.

“Fellow Daoist He, are you sure you don’t want to reconsider?”

Ji Shaoli smiled as he looked at He Zhenghao, who was about to leave.

“Brother Ji, don’t worry. I’ll give it some thought after I return. You’ll have my answer soon!” He Zhenghao promised confidently.

Ji Shaoli did not press further.

Once the other cultivators had dispersed, Ji Shaoli turned to the six who remained.

Two Golden Core cultivators, four Foundation Establishment cultivators.

He reactivated the Taihuang Eight Extremes Dragon-Slaying Formation, sealing the island.

Ji Shaoli looked at the group and nodded in satisfaction. “Excellent. You all are now the elders of our Mutual Aid Association.”

“Fellow Daoist Ji, are you truly not enforcing any contractual restrictions within the association?” asked another mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, Xiang Xin.

Ji Shaoli chuckled. “What bond could be stronger and more reliable than shared interests? I’ve said it before—the purpose of establishing this association is mutual aid and mutual benefit, to overcome tribulations together.”

Xiang Xin remained silent, merely nodding in acknowledgment.

The others also chose not to comment, neither agreeing nor objecting.

Only Pei Tuo, unable to contain himself any longer, spoke up.

After receiving a subtle nod from Ji Shaoli, he eagerly asked, “Brother Ji, about what you said earlier—the information on an unclaimed Nascent Soul Cave-Heaven…”

“Is it really true?”