For living beings in this world, there were usually only two choices: hurt someone else, or end up hurting themselves.
And Qin Jiuge would choose the former, of course. That had always been his way of surviving.
After reassuring Bing Qingqing, Lian Nishang, and Tian Yao Kui, Qin Jiuge settled down in the town to consolidate the foundations of his cultivation.
Now that he had reached the Early Immortal Realm, he could ask the Dragon Clan and the Ghost Fox Clan for the vast resources he needed to advance further. His state of mind, however, could not catch up overnight.
Qin Jiuge looked at the extraordinarily dense Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown above his head, and at the boundless fortune surging toward him. His heart grew heavier by the moment.
The Fortune Path and the Child of Destiny had always been his sharpest weapons. Back at White Bone Abbey, his fortune had already risen dramatically. He had noticed it then, but had assumed it was because he had supported the members of the Tian Xuan Faction around him.
He had thought the faction's rising fortune was flowing back to him. Only now did he realize how naive he had been.
How could the fortune returned by the forces under his command be so conspicuous?
In the end, his journey up to this point had simply gone too smoothly.
Qin Jiuge could not help thinking it over, and at last he reached a new conclusion.
Something was wrong with White Bone Abbey.
The thought stirred in Qin Jiuge's mind, and he decided to make another trip there.
But just as he was about to leave, the first person to stop him was neither Bing Qingqing nor Lian Nishang, who had been clinging tightly to him these past few days. It