When he had faced the Blood Gourd Daoist, two unfathomable clay warriors had held the man off. Without them, he would have been unable to escape either of those two encounters. The only time he had relied on his own strength to get away was when the green-robed old man appeared during Di Kun's tribulation. Even then, the key had been the Five Elements Maze Formation, which had held the old man up for a brief moment. Without it, even his Dragon Soul Battle Bead would have been useless.
Their strength had been comparable, yet their fates had been different. Lu Xiaotian could only sigh. It seemed that having a broad and varied range of knowledge wasn't always a bad thing. Sometimes, what seemed insignificant could become the key to survival. He felt even more keenly how perilous the path of cultivation was. It seemed that those who walked farthest along it did not rely on talent alone; no matter how formidable one's strength, one also needed fortune. The Blood-Faced Cultivator was a case in point. He had possessed the finest aptitude Lu Xiaotian had ever seen, yet he had died beneath Di Kun's claws.
With that thought, Lu Xiaotian soon smiled again. He'd lost track of how many Spirit Stones he had spent over the years and couldn't be bothered to count. He'd earned only a small portion himself; most had been taken from other cultivators. His stores had nearly run dry after more than a decade of expenditure, but on the way to Luohe Island, the ill-intentioned cultivators who'd tried to stop him had all fallen into his hands. The Spirit Stones, pills, and other treasures in the Blood-Faced Cultivator's storage bag alone had left him astonished. He couldn't tell whether they'd been plundered from others or bestowed