"Robber cultivator" sounded like such a lofty term.
But what they actually did was utterly low-down.
It was simply a name for cultivators who blocked roads to rob people, killed for treasure, and seized others' possessions.
Luo Chen did not like robber cultivators at all. Though he had pulled one or two jobs himself, those had all been in self-defense.
He would rather stay home and steadily develop as a "home cultivator."
The changes in Great River Market seemed to have had no effect on home cultivator Luo Chen.
He still stayed home every day, refining pills and cultivating qi, practicing spells and studying arts.
Instead, the return of his neighbors, Qin Liangchen and his wife, had greatly affected his life.
In a good way.
Perhaps because he was preparing to take part in the death matches, Qin Liangchen had often gone to the Mountain Shattering Gang headquarters lately to practice with magic tools and strengthen himself.
By the time he returned each day, he was usually exhausted.
And whenever he saw Luo Chen in the courtyard practicing the Attraction Art and Wind Riding Art, he would always generously offer a few pointers.
All along, Luo Chen had practiced spells by forcibly grinding out proficiency.
He belonged to the type who knew that something worked, but not why it worked.
The spell manuals he had bought from Wang Yuan had no annotations from any master either. They were merely copied down, and even the handwriting was crooked and slanted, making one wonder whether the copyist had ever properly attended school.
Only after proficiency rose to a higher level would this situation change.
But under the guidance of Qin Liangchen, a Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator, Luo Chen often gained insights. When he cast the spells again, it was as though