...So what was the most indispensable part of a cultivation world?
"...What do you mean Elder Cao Pi had lost all his cultivation and was no different from a cripple?"
Upon hearing the cultivator opposite him explain.
Even Fang Mo could not help falling into thought.
"It was like this, Immortal Venerable."
The slightly younger cultivator bowed to Fang Mo before respectfully explaining, "Although Elder Cao Pi developed many pills for the sect, an explosion in the pill furnace injured his foundation. His spiritual roots are now damaged, and he has lost all his cultivation. Moreover, the grudge between our sect and yours began because of him..."
"I see."
Fang Mo roughly understood what had happened.
Then this had to be related to Mei Po. That idiot had used raw rice to make pills, and the pill furnace explosion had blasted Elder Cao Pi's spiritual roots inside out.
The demon sects had always been places where the strong preyed upon the weak.
Though Cao Pi had once been an elder, all his cultivation had now vanished completely.
With some of his former reserves, merely staying alive should not have been difficult. Unfortunately, Fang Mo had just attended the Blood Feast of All Demons with a whole group of monstrous demon sect figures.
From their earlier exchange, it was not hard to tell that Daoist Si Shui, the sect master of the Thousand Refinements Ten Thousand Flowers Sect, had a rather indifferent personality. He was likely the sort of Tribulation Transcendence cultivator wholly devoted to attaining the Dao through pill refinement, with little interest in the sect's internal affairs. Fang Mo had merely happened to mention this matter to him.
Because Fang Mo's strength was utterly terrifying.
These demon sect monsters had no desire to clash with him head-on. After all,