Ten years drifted by.
Gale City.
Aaron dug up the last piece of loot from beneath an uninhabited house—the Blackwood Sword artifact—and strolled away at his leisure.
"Nothing happened... I was outwitting and outmaneuvering thin air..."
As he left, he glanced at his attribute panel:
[Name: Fang Yu (Aaron)] [Talent: Immortality] [Age: 149] [Realm: Qi Refinement Level 6] [Cultivation Method: Primal Unity Art Level 6 (600/600)] [Spells: Spirit Eye Technique (100/100), Wind-Riding Art (100/100), Golden Light Shield (100/100), Fireball Art (100/100), Spring Return Art (100/100)] [Martial Arts: Iron Garment Fist Level 3 (1000/1000)] [Skills: Fishing (100/100), Incomplete Sea-Gathering Art (4/5), Disguise Art (100/100), Bone-Shrinking Art (49/100), Medicine (100/100), Music, Chess, Calligraphy, Painting (100/100)]
"After ten years of bitter cultivation, I've finally perfected the sixth level of the Primal Unity Art. Now I really don't have any cultivation method left to practice."
Seated in the carriage he had hired, Aaron pondered as he began inspecting the spoils from ten years ago.
Those two rogue cultivators had failed to rob him and instead lost their lives, delivering their entire fortunes into Aaron's hands.
When Aaron sent in his mana and dispersed the mana imprint on an ochre storage pouch, then pulled out a handful of multicolored spirit stones, he even began considering whether to switch careers to the seemingly promising profession of banditry.
Forget it... Rogue cultivators may be nice, but it doesn't suit my steady style.
After a careful inventory, Aaron had gained more than forty spirit stones of various kinds, pushing his total number of spirit stones past fifty in one stroke. A cause for celebration, a cause for celebration...
Besides that, there was one storage pouch, with an interior capacity of several cubic meters.
One low-grade Blackwood Sword artifact. Since it had belonged to a rogue