During the month Ning Zheng spent in seclusion, Xi Rong had developed to its peak.
Thanks to the prestige of an Esteemed Immortal, no one dared provoke them. Wherever Xi Rong prospered, they encountered nothing but "good people" who treated others kindly, while the blacksmiths developed the Daoist Civilization into a truly powerful alliance.
This allowed Ning Zheng to devote all his energy to cultivation, condensing Dharma forms, and controlling the new Jiumu Qing, constantly deepening his foundations and strengthening himself.
"True Immortal, sixth layer."
Ning Zheng slowly opened his eyes and stretched.
It hadn't been easy.
He was poor again.
During his seclusion, he had not only broken through a realm but also improved the quality of his Dharma forms.
From among his seven hundred Dharma forms, he had pulled out another hundred-person squad at the True Immortal level, preparing to have them ride atop the second Jiumu Qing, who was about to awaken.
How many resources did a hundred True Immortals require?
Ning Zheng could barely keep the household running.
Even though he had been extremely wealthy lately, he still couldn't withstand such expenditure.
Fortunately, the results were equally abundant.
He was about to raise a second Esteemed Immortal Jiumu Qing.
As for the wretched state this Jiumu Qing had recently been reduced to, there was no need to mention it. In any case, Number One Jiumu Qing had tormented her thoroughly.
Ning Zheng had not meddled in other people's business either, leaving everything to her judgment.
He had Number Two Jiumu Qing helping him forge weapons, and that was another new Treasure Basin.
"Life's going pretty well." Ning Zheng was in an excellent mood. He had broken through, there was a Shadow Crocodile Giant God in his pocket that was still crazily absorbing battlefield energy and growing