As the saying went, the Way of Heaven took from what had more than enough and gave to what had too little.
Lu Yang felt that the changing tides of fortune were probably one of the fascinating aspects of martial cultivation.
"Old Man Corpse of Heaven is keeping watch outside the mountain lake, while Niangniang Rong is holding down White Bone Mountain and won't leave lightly. But she's very likely to send more Great Grandmasters here. With my current strength, leaving Water Moon Cave Heaven recklessly would be no different from seeking death. I need to improve my cultivation as soon as possible!" Lu Yang thought.
The Thunderclap Saber was a High-grade Saint Weapon. Lu Yang knew that, as a mere Grandmaster, refining it would probably take him a very long time.
It would be better to make use of the resources in Water Moon Cave Heaven to further improve his cultivation.
At that thought, Lu Yang picked up the storage pouch left on the bed in the thatched hut. When he opened it, delight filled his heart.
The things left in True Lord Lei Wu's storage pouch weren't actually that plentiful for a Martial King.
There were several hundred intact Low-grade Spirit Stones, a dozen or so Mid-grade Spirit Stones, and not a single High-grade Spirit Stone.
There was, however, a pile of Spirit Crystals—several thousand, by a rough estimate.
To Lu Yang, a Grandmaster Realm cultivator, this was naturally an enormous fortune.
But for a Martial King, it was truly pitifully meager.
Still, Lu Yang understood that rogue cultivators were poor to begin with. True Lord Lei Wu was relatively well off because he had Water Moon Cave Heaven. As long as he didn't drain the pond to catch the fish, it could produce resources continuously for him