Li Tui opened his eyes and slowly withdrew the spiritual sense he had extended. The last wisp of Killing Intent in the air had been completely refined, yet the Yin Baleful spiritual energy in his dantian had barely increased.
This wouldn't do.
Without a sufficient source of baleful energy, the Yin Baleful Qi Refinement Method was like a tree without roots. The thin Killing Intent in the market simply could not sustain cultivation.
He rose and walked to the wall, rapping his fingers against the wooden panels. One board loosened, and he took out a palm-sized cloth bundle from within: over thirty spirit stones, several low-grade talismans, and that dog-eared copy of the Breath-Hiding Technique.
As for the Yin Baleful Qi Refinement Method? Li Tui had destroyed it long ago after committing it to memory.
At present, the people from the Black Sand Society were looking for yin-related goods, and the old man's shop had been targeted.
It seemed he could not remain in the market for long.
Li Tui got up and paced twice around the room. Thoughts raced through his mind. There might be places rich in Killing Intent deep in the wilderness, but searching alone was too risky. The best path would be one where he could find a source of baleful energy while picking up some benefits along the way.
What did rogue cultivators rely on to find work?
The Hundred Affairs Pavilion.
That place was a muddle of fish and dragons, with every kind of task available. Most importantly, they did not investigate one's background.
Li Tui sat cross-legged and circulated the Breath-Hiding Technique. He layered restraint upon the Yin Baleful spiritual energy within his body, forcibly suppressing the fluctuations of his cultivation to the level of the early second layer of Qi Refinement. Neither