Carrying Carter Foster on her back, the maid felt wronged in her heart: “You’ve been waving that duster for so long, and it only landed once, and it hit me…”

“Master, please calm down. Look how tired Carter Jr. is—let him go back to his room and rest first…”

Mrs. Foster hurried over, pulling on Mr. Foster to persuade him.

“Rest, rest—what has he even done to deserve a rest…”

Mr. Foster scolded angrily, “It’s all because you spoil him! Look at what he’s become…”

Mrs. Foster was displeased: “Whenever he’s not doing well, you say it’s because I spoil him. But when Charlie does so well, why don’t you say anything?”

Mr. Foster retorted, “Charlie is obedient because he takes after me!”

Mrs. Foster spat, “Nonsense! The one who’s not doing well is the one who takes after you…”

“This one takes after you…”

“That one takes after me…”

“…”

“…”

The two started arguing, and the maids nearby didn’t dare chime in—they’d seen this scene far too many times.

“Stop arguing!”

Carter Foster opened his sleepy eyes and called out impatiently.

Mr. Foster and Mrs. Foster immediately fell silent. Mrs. Foster even nudged Mr. Foster: “See, you’re disturbing our son’s sleep!”

Carter Foster said, “Dad, I’m out of money. Give me some more to spend later!”

Mr. Foster, still angry, glared when he heard this: “How long has it been since I gave you money, and you’ve already spent it all, you…”

Carter Foster turned and said, “Mom, I’m out of money. Give me some more to spend later!”

Mrs. Foster quickly replied, “Alright, good boy, go to the accounts room later to collect it…”

Carter Foster said, “I’m sleepy!”

Mr. Foster and Mrs. Foster hurriedly stepped aside, urging the sturdy maid to quickly carry him back to his room to sleep. Watching the child’s figure about to disappear, Mr. Foster finally came to his senses and complained to Mrs. Foster: “See, you’re spoiling him again, always giving him money to spend. Do you know how much he spends? In one month, he spends more than other families do in three years… Be careful, don’t bump his head!”

Mrs. Foster said, “It’s none of your concern how much he spends—it’s not like you earned the money…”

Mr. Foster said, “I manage the household, so how is it not my earnings?”

Mrs. Foster said, “If it weren’t for me raising Charlie to be so accomplished, could your abilities have earned this money?”

Mr. Foster protested indignantly, “Charlie was raised by me too!”

Mrs. Foster said, “Nonsense! The one who’s not doing well is the one you raised…”

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When he woke up, it was already afternoon.

Carter Foster climbed out of bed. A maid who had been waiting for a long time brought him bird’s nest soup. Carter Foster took a few sips, found it too sweet, and set it aside. Looking at the table, he saw a small wooden box already placed there. Opening it, he found inside a dozen or so gold-inlaid tokens, each engraved with secret patterns. These weren’t for direct spending, but were tokens for drawing funds in Foster Estate.

Each token could be exchanged for three hundred taels of gold.

A little maid on the side reminded him, “Madam said, young master, you should spend more sparingly—this is for the month…”

Carter Foster waved his hand and stuffed all the tokens into his robe.

Having transmigrated here for over a decade, he was already used to this life of luxury.

Though it was called Da Xia, this Da Xia was not the same as the one from history—much more interesting!

Perhaps this world was much larger than his previous one, or perhaps it was the existence of cultivators that made productivity here far higher than in his past life. The wealth and prosperity of this world’s gold and silver truly couldn’t be compared to the ancient times of his previous world.

He was lucky, reincarnated into this world, into The Foster Family.

Even luckier, this The Foster Family had an elder brother twelve years his senior, who was a peerless genius.

Reading at three, enlightened at five, entered the academy at seven, and from then on, advanced without pause, his immortal prestige resounding. Now, he had long become one of the top talents in Da Xia, his fame spreading far and wide, even to foreign lands. Naturally, this brought prosperity to all around him. Though The Foster Family still resided in the small city of Liuhu, with his elder brother Charles Foster’s abilities, they could easily become a great clan even in the capital.

With him around, The Foster Family didn’t even need to make money—countless wealth flowed into The Foster Family.

And that was only because The Foster Family, following his elder brother’s instructions, never dared to go all out in making money, always acting within Da Xia’s laws and never overstepping boundaries. Otherwise, if they truly focused on making money, it would be unimaginable.

“Heh, when others transmigrate, they have to struggle for their lives—how could anyone be as comfortable as me?”

Carter Foster sat down smugly, letting four or five maids dress him, put on his shoes, and wash his face. He felt a bit proud—after so many years in this world, everything from his past life was almost like a dream, nearly forgotten.

As far as he could remember, no other transmigrator had ever lived as comfortably as he did.

If he could really live a life of luxury like this, why bother with the hardships of being a cultivator?

Live comfortably for a lifetime, die of old age, and maybe even transmigrate back again…

The only thing that gave him a headache was probably the monster-hunting tasks his upright elder brother assigned him.

Who knows what got into him, insisting that he fight with demons and spirits every day…

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