Gao Xian checked over his gains. Golden Lamp was quite good—clearly a seventh-rank Divine Artifact.
Lingci had a sweet little mouth, but the demon-subduing vajra in her hand was utterly unremarkable, merely at the sixth rank.
There ought to be some good things hidden within those two Divine Artifacts, but unlocking the restrictions at their cores would take time.
What he needed now was the Clear Light Pill to cleanse away baleful and foul qi. He could not bear to use it to refine the restrictions on Divine Artifacts.
He had heard that Buddhist cultivators of the South Sea excelled at alchemy. The Compassion Ferry Pill could carry one through ten thousand tribulations, while the Nirvana Pill could cleanse and refine the origin and divine soul, making it even more wondrous. The Vajra Wisdom King Pill was the foremost divine pill in the world for strengthening body and soul.
Dragon Elephant Palace had inherited ties to the Buddhist sects of the South Sea. He would not say Dragon Elephant Palace had no bad people, but the cultivators he knew from there were all greatly benevolent, righteous, compassionate, and merciful.
Even that bargain-bin disciple of his, Tie Yuan—even if his character was somewhat lacking—still possessed a basic sense of right and wrong. He was completely different from Lingci and Golden Lamp.
This was not simply a matter of good or evil in one's nature. More importantly, it was a matter of one's worldview. The South Sea Buddhist cultivators had crooked worldviews. Or rather, their views did not align with his.
And it was not only the South Sea Buddhist cultivators. Most cultivators of the East Sea Daoist sects were much the same.
Good and bad, kindness and evil—these could not be judged simply by outward factors such as gender, age, or