Back at Hu Liang Academy, Qin Yang did not notify anyone. He quietly returned to his residence there.
Thinking back, it seemed that after returning to the world of the living, he had not eaten anything in a very long time. He dearly missed the grilled vegetable pockets from the streets of Green Forest City—big, stuffed full, and so fragrant that even without meat, they tasted better than meat.
And if there were also a bowl of soy milk, plus a bowl of silky tofu pudding drizzled with braising sauce and chili oil...
After pulling an all-nighter cultivating like his life depended on it, life suddenly felt worth living.
The more Qin Yang sat there and thought, the less he could settle down. With a shake of his body, he changed faces, concealed his aura, and took one step into a city near Hu Liang Academy.
After wandering around once, he found nothing he liked. There were very few ordinary people here; those gathered here at present were all cultivators.
Even if they could not enter Hu Liang Academy, once enough cultivators gathered here, the place naturally grew prosperous. Especially after Qin Yang had created the Sermon Platform, the place on the other side that had originally been little more than a market was gradually showing signs of developing into a city as well.
More cultivators were not necessarily a good thing. Especially when there were many powerful people around, there were more places to drink tea and wine. On the one hand, cultivators who could abstain from food rarely consumed things with low spiritual energy and many impurities.
And incidentally, they could show off.
Back in his early years, Qin Yang had heard plenty of low-level cultivators say that it did not matter if one could not see through