Five Hundred Years Old

Aaron left the Heavenly Pill Tower, his pace steadily quickening.

After changing directions several times in succession, he left Qianyang City and flew several dozen li away.

Throughout the process, his clothes, appearance, even his scent... were constantly changing.

At last, in a desolate stretch of wilderness, he carefully inspected the clothes from his black-faced alter ego, as well as the pills and spirit stones from the Heavenly Pill Tower, several more times. He transferred them into several other storage pouches, then burned those pouches and his outer robe to ashes in one blaze.

Meanwhile, his divine sense constantly scanned the surroundings. The instant he discovered a Core Formation cultivator attacking, he would immediately use the Blood-Burning Escape Art to flee...

But in the end, nothing happened...

It was worth it to first investigate the Heavenly Pill Tower's background and specifically choose a day when their patriarch was absent for the transaction...

Another round of wits and courage against thin air...

Still, for safety's sake, what needs to be done must be done!

Aaron remained in the wilderness for several days, then transformed into Shen Fei's appearance and leisurely returned to Qianyang City.

He continued drawing talismans and selling talismans every day... occasionally saving up spirit stones to inspect the more developed customs industry of Great Qian...

Several years later.

The Heavenly Pill Tower released a kind of "Fish-Luring Pill." At only several hundred spirit stones per bottle, it was wildly sought after by the cultivators who fished at Myriad Demon Lake.

Watching them rake in money hand over fist, Aaron did not feel particularly envious.

After all, without sufficient strength, earning too many spirit stones was little different from courting death.

Besides...

He had only improved one fishing formula from the Demon-Luring Manual; there were still many beast baits