Night fell, a black curtain shrouding the vault of heaven. A crescent moon rose, and myriad stars glittered overhead.
In a stretch of wilderness some five hundred li from Return Heaven Valley, several cultivators were besieging a Green-Eyed Boar.
Though Mount Taimang was fraught with dangers, it also held no shortage of opportunities: rare Monster Beasts, precious medicinal herbs, and many minerals difficult to find elsewhere. Every one of these opportunities held immense appeal for cultivators.
Cultivators were a group that naturally pursued profit, for cultivation consumed vast amounts of resources. The monthly stipend issued by every sect to its disciples was never enough to meet their cultivation needs. This was true of both great sects and small ones.
It was not that the sects were miserly. Rather, they used this method to encourage their disciples to acquire more cultivation resources through their own means, while also tempering them in the process.
Otherwise, if one knew only cultivation and nothing of the methods of battle, then no matter how high one's cultivation was, one would be nothing but an empty frame.
Only Lu Ye faced no restrictions when taking cultivation resources from his sect's treasury... The vast stockpile within had all been plundered by him from Myriad Demon Ridge in the first place. It was rightfully his. Although Shui Yuan nominally oversaw the distribution of sect resources, how could she make things difficult for him over such a trivial matter?
Before Lu Ye, the Crimson Blood Sect could not exactly be called impoverished, but it had never possessed many resources. Shui Yuan's cultivation had even been affected because of this. Otherwise, with her aptitude, she would have advanced to the Divine Sea Realm long ago. Why would she have been delayed until only last year?
Now, after all the things