Once his Dao heart had formed, Wang Chen felt as though a ten-thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders.
His entire body felt much lighter.
In truth, his Dao conviction was rather rogueish, steeped in the essence of Huang Learning.
Yet for a transmigrator from a modern civilized society, such a Dao conviction suited him best.
"I only do what I believe is right!"
It did not conflict with the values he had formed over more than twenty years in his Previous Life.
And with such conviction, Wang Chen was able to subdue the Heavenly Dragon in his heart and stop it from causing trouble!
He began taking stock of the gains from this adventure.
From the Black-faced Cultivator's storage bag, Wang Chen found several hundred Lower Spirit stones and several thousand Shattered Spirit fragments.
Other than spirit stones, there was nothing else!
Without question, these spirit stones had been obtained by "selling" rice seeds.
Every single one was stained with the blood and flesh of bottom layer cultivators like himself.
Those bastards truly deserved to die!
Wang Chen's righteous indignation was not directed solely at the new Village Chief's deputy.
He knew that man was merely a minor lackey.
Nothing more than a vicious dog raised by the big figures above.
But if a dog bit you, you had to beat it to death without mercy!
The other storage bag held mostly odds and ends—Talismans, Pills, Spirit Rice, and beast meat.
The only Magic Tool was an Outer Sect standard-issue Wild Goose Feather Saber.
Wang Chen himself already had one of these spell sabers.
It was worthless and impossible to sell.
Yet the combined value of the two storage bags still came to over a thousand spirit stones.
Wang Chen stored everything together in one storage bag.
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