Of course, the matter of refining a Nascent Soul-level corpse was equally important. It was just that Han Lin was merely an Eleventh Tier ghost cultivator, and he could not pull off anything particularly clever. At worst, the refined corpse would be less powerful than before. That was beyond Lu Xiaotian's control, and there was not much he could worry about.
"Right—the Battle of the Giant Deer, the place where the cauldrons were smashed and the boats burned. I should find an opportunity to spread this maxim. Perhaps others can use it to find clues about the pre-Qin legacy." Lu Xiaotian rubbed his chin. The Xiang royal clan, however, clearly knew far more about the pre-Qin treasures than the outside world did. For now, those heading to the Star Fields were mainly royal clansmen from the various immortal dynasties. Yet where all under heaven bustled for profit, if something truly extraordinary emerged there, even the royals might not be able to suppress the various Aristocratic Clans.
The entire Crimson Abyss Continent was already stirring with unrest, and sooner or later, the various royal clans would reach the point where they could no longer keep it under control. When that happened, they would have no choice but to open the gates. Still, the royal clans of the various immortal dynasties had been the first to enter the Star Fields. Even if they loosened the restrictions somewhat, they would inevitably drag many people along to serve as cannon fodder. Whether one would be treated as cannon fodder depended partly on one's strength, and partly on how much one knew about the Star Fields. In that regard, Xiang Qingcheng should be able to help quite a bit.
After sorting through all these matters, large and small, Lu Xiaotian stood with his hands behind