Lack of money had left him unable to support his own Dharma Aspect Army.
Each Dharma Aspect had been starved down to skin and bones, with their cultivation still hovering around the Human Immortal First Realm. There was simply no energy to replenish them or raise their cultivation.
How much money would it take to train them into an elite army?
"Forget it. I'll keep sending them to mine ore. While I'm at it, I'll see how the profits from the golden elixir turn out over the next while."
"I'll also take a look at what treasures are in that Immortal Venerable's ancient tomb, and see if I can replenish my body."
Ning Zheng's more than a hundred bodies were simply too weak.
Cultivators of the Clone System like him, just like painters, were all damn bottomless pits!
Ning Zheng walked out of the cave dwelling and calmly passed by the female cultivator at the front desk.
The female cultivator was used to it by now. She glanced at Ning Zheng, recorded this visit with her pen, and muttered, "Sure enough, it hasn't even been the time it takes an incense stick to burn. He only needed to go into seclusion for a little while. Couldn't he cultivate in seclusion outside?"
"Our shift rotation is already considered fast—one shift every three years. I feel like I'm going to be seeing this weirdo all the time for the next three years."
Ning Zheng shot her a sideways glance.
Three years. At the very least, I'll be a True Immortal by then, right?
As he was leaving, he suddenly looked toward the Mid-grade cave dwelling in the distance. "Now that I've become a Heavenly Immortal, I'm qualified to enter a Mid-grade cave dwelling."
He had heard that the Mid-grade cave dwellings were