The rich could be willful, and the powerful could be willful too.
If Li Mu Yang had been an ambitious man, and the ruler of a nation had extended such an invitation to you, promising to make your family one of the empire's foremost lineages, would you have been tempted?
Li Mu Yang was not an ambitious man, but he was still tempted.
Li Mu Yang was no immortal. How could he not wish for his family to grow powerful? Even if they could not become one of the great powers influencing the empire's direction, they at least could not be bullied at someone's whim.
He had been bullied for so many years. He did not want his descendants to suffer everything he had once endured.
Rare treasures, cultivation manuals, and all kinds of spirit stones and pills were necessities for cultivators.
This was also why so many cultivation prodigies were willing to attach themselves to renowned sects or powerful factions. They had abundant resources and occupied the mountains and rivers with the richest spiritual energy. It could be said that they held a monopoly in many respects.
For ordinary people, trying to cultivate was harder than climbing to the heavens.
To rapidly increase one's cultivation and break through realms, to chase the stars and race the moon ahead of one's peers—or even everyone else—required far too many factors.
Very few people were like Li Mu Yang, struck by lightning the moment they were born.
After all, even heavenly lightning had eyes. It did not strike just any bad person.
There were some things Xifeng Monarch Chu Xianda could provide that Lu Xingkong could not.
Seeing that Li Mu Yang was tempted, Chu Xianda swung his little hoe even more energetically and said with a smile, "I know you're on