This old man, though he was Great Lake Loose Cultivator, dealt in nothing but the business of diverting disaster eastward.
According to him.
He had discovered this nest of Ice Flame Butterflies in an Ice Crevice Rift, and evil intent had risen in him. Using a special secret art, he lured these strange insects into attacking cultivators practicing on the icefield.
His targets were mostly lone individuals. Sometimes he succeeded, and sometimes he failed. If he realized the matter could not be done, he would take out the Ice Phoenix Inheritance Token to lull the other party, then seize the chance to flee.
Once the Old Man had confessed everything in full detail.
He saw Wang Yu's gaze filled with pity, and his heart could not help but give a jolt. Then he heard Wang Yu say, "I originally thought Great Lake was a blessed land for cultivators. Looking at it now, with your cultivation, you still need to do such high-risk things?"
It was not that he looked down on those who made their fortune as Robber Cultivators.
This line of work was just like this: high risk, high reward. Once successful, one could obtain the other party's entire net worth. He himself had done it plenty of times. The problem was that the Old Man was already Nascent Soul, yet was still willing to take risks.
Aside from being addicted to it, it meant there were no other options.
He had been forced by his environment!
The higher one's cultivation, the more one cherished one's life. The will one had in youth—to charge bravely into secret realms, challenge Demon Beasts, and fight across realms with fierce, rapid progress—would grow weaker and weaker.
It was not that the heart toward the Dao had weakened, but that one leaned more