Lin Bingchun's heart surged as he listened. In his daily life, he had seen far too many people blessed with extraordinary talent and outstanding spiritual roots.
Yet, lacking Cultivation Resources, they could only fade into the crowd in the end, their potential as cultivators ruthlessly buried. It was truly enough to make one sigh in regret.
Now that he had learned Chen Ze's original intention in establishing the Myriad Things General Store, Lin Bingchun could not help but regard him with solemn respect.
Having roamed the Cultivation World for many years, he had encountered no shortage of powerful figures and extraordinary people. Those mighty experts who had shaken entire regions had all left marks, deep or shallow, upon his memories.
But someone like Chen Ze, so young yet possessed of such grand ambition and far-reaching plans, seeking to shatter the Cultivation World's entrenched order and carve out a broad, open road for countless cultivators—such people were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns, few and far between.
Scenes from the past flickered through his mind like a revolving lantern, and Lin Bingchun could not help recalling the hardships he had faced when he first stepped onto the path of cultivation.
Back then, he had possessed nothing. For a single Low-grade Spirit Stone, for a single low-tier spirit herb, when had he not ventured into danger alone, staking his life to wrest a sliver of survival from heaven and seize a shred of meager hope from the earth?
Every struggle had come with the threat of death. One misstep, and he would be doomed beyond redemption.
Not to mention those high-quality Cultivation Resources.
In contrast, those disciples born into privileged families could rely on mountains of resources piled up by their Lineage. Even with mediocre talent, they could soar skyward