Qu Jianlei spent a total of seven days on the three planets, and twice he was nearly discovered by Nascent Souls of the Mò Race.
Although cultivators looked down on other races deep in their bones, to be fair, the Mò Race did have a few unique advantages.
For example, in terms of perception, they were probably sharper than humans at the same cultivation level. Perhaps it was some kind of innate, bestial instinct?
Qu Jianlei was quite confident in his own ability to conceal himself, yet he had nearly been found more than once.
That day, he left the sixth planet and planned to take a look at the seventh... What if there were Mò Race members there who were even more resistant to the cold?
Even if there were no Mò Race, he could still see whether there were any suitable mineral deposits. If the Mò Race had not mined them, he might be able to make a little profit on the side.
In any case, after True Immortal Jin Ge finished tempering the spearhead, he would still need some time. Either way, it was just waiting.
The seventh planet was not large, but its mass density was relatively high, so it had a thin atmosphere.
What was rare was that there was actually a faint, intermittent trace of spiritual energy in the atmosphere.
This might have been free spiritual energy attracted from space, but it was also possible that there was a spirit-stone mine on the planet.
Qu Jianlei believed the chance of a mine was not high. Even if there was one, given the Mò Race's strength, they should have mined it already.
Cultivators could look down on other races, but they could not assume others were especially stupid. If they did, they would suffer sooner