The disciples of Immortal Dao Sects and rogue cultivators from the outside world could be told apart at a glance by their demeanor. The former often appeared far more confident, and every gesture carried an air of composure.
Rogue cultivators, on the other hand, were different. They had to run all over the place for the resources needed to cultivate, always seeming terribly rushed, with the dust of travel written all over them, inside and out.
Arriving before the Merit Hall, Li Qing looked at the disciples around him who greeted him with courtesy, and a realization suddenly dawned on him.
Of course, competition among disciples of Immortal Dao Sects was no small matter either. But no matter what, they still valued the bond between fellow disciples. It was not like the rogue cultivators outside, who would settle matters with life and death at the slightest provocation.
Among outside rogue cultivators, fighting to the death over one or two pills that advanced one's cultivation, or even a dozen or so Spirit Stones, was an all too common sight.
Thus, disciples raised within a sect often lacked a certain vicious aura—the air possessed only by those who lived like desperadoes.
"If possible, who wouldn't want to be a flower in a greenhouse for an entire lifetime?"
Li Qing sighed inwardly, then entered the Merit Hall and used his elder's token to collect the Spirit Stones he had not claimed over the past two years.
"Elder Li, these are your Spirit Stones. Please keep them safe!" A disciple serving in the Merit Hall respectfully handed six Mid-grade Spirit Stones to Li Qing.
"Mm, thank you." Li Qing toyed with the Spirit Stones for a while before putting them into his Storage Bag.
The value of one Mid-grade Spirit Stone was equivalent to