A little after five that afternoon, Huang Tian emerged from meditation and slowly breathed out a mouthful of clear air. His expression was calm.
Cultivation was progressing too slowly. He still needed the help of spirit herbs and pills. Otherwise, forget cultivating back to the Heavenly Immortal or Golden Immortal realm—even reaching Dao Foundation and Golden Core would take considerable time...
He shook his head slightly, got up, and checked the delivery status on his phone. To his surprise, the ginseng and other herbs he had bought that morning had already arrived. He went downstairs to collect them from the parcel station. It was just the hour when university students came out hunting for food, and the paths were busy.
After collecting his parcel, he was walking back when a familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.
"Old Huang, picking up a parcel? What'd you buy?"
He turned to find Zhou Dongqiang carrying a bag, his face wreathed in smiles and the corners of his mouth refusing to come down.
"I drank too much a while back. It was hard on my body, and I haven't felt great, so I bought a few things to nourish my stomach and spleen."
Huang Tian answered casually, then asked, "You look like a man with the spring breeze at his back. Had a good haul?"
Zhou Dongqiang nodded repeatedly, then burst out laughing. "My skills beat every angler on the planet! Of course I had a great haul!"
Huang Tian looked at his empty hands and said with an air of sympathy, "I get it. I understand."
Zhou Dongqiang's face fell. "What's with that look? Old Huang, you don't believe me? You guys have no idea what I can do! Listen, just because I came back empty-handed doesn't mean anything. I sold all the