At this, Old Wang raised a hand to rub the tip of his nose, then waved it with a smile, his tone carrying a trace of wistfulness:
"I merely got lucky and grasped a sliver of the Dao resonance of talismanship. It hardly counts as a true breakthrough.
This little output can barely cover my daily cultivation expenses.
As for saving up Spirit Stones to attempt the Golden Core stage, that remains a distant dream."
"That's the honest truth."
Old Sun let out a soft sigh. Looking at the passing Mortal Cultivators on the street, hurrying along with weary expressions, he continued, "People only see how rich and dense the Spirit Energy is in large Immortal Cities, how much faster cultivation is than in medium and small cities. They squeeze their way in, desperate to settle there.
But they have no idea just how many hardships there are in cultivating in a top-tier city like Xuanfeng Immortal City."
"To live in an Immortal City is no easy thing."
Old Wang lifted his head with a long sigh, speaking from deep experience.
"If the costs of food, clothing, lodging, travel, formation rentals, and cultivation resources in major cities could fall to the level of medium or small Immortal Cities, Rogue Cultivators across the world would swarm into them like a hive.
Then the cities' Spirit Energy would be divided until nothing remained, their carrying capacity would be utterly overloaded, and no number of Immortal Cities would be enough for cultivators to fight over."
The two chatted back and forth, their conversation in full swing, when...
Old Sun, whose eyes were sharp as knives, suddenly shifted his gaze. His eyes passed through the crowded stream of people and settled on the slender, youthful figure of a boy across the street. He hurriedly