A Clash of Experts

Ling Xiao quietly cultivated the Heaven-Battling Combat Art. It would serve as his primary cultivation method. In this world, he had no allies—at least, not for now.

He could only rely on his own strength to face all manner of powerful enemies. There would inevitably be times when he was outnumbered and bullied by the many.

But it did not matter. With the Heaven-Battling Combat Art, offense and defense would all change hands. He alone could bully an entire crowd.

Not long afterward, Uncle Boya came back cursing under his breath. After searching hard for so long, the results had left him deeply disappointed.

"Damn it, what kind of shitty ruin was that? The owner was a pauper—the treasure vault was completely empty. After searching for ages, I only found one Primordial Sacred Pill."

"This is the most worthless ruin I've ever encountered."

Uncle Boya appeared in human form, holding a Sacred Pill the size of an egg. A startling power faintly radiated from it.

"Really? Where did you find it?"

Ling Xiao woke up and stared at the Sacred Pill in Uncle Boya's hand in surprise. He had clearly stripped the place clean—how could there still have been a fish that slipped through the net?

That should not have happened!

He felt somewhat vexed, not because he cared about the pill, but because he was dissatisfied with his own looting skills.

They needed improvement!

"I found it on top of a statue's head. That guy had bumps all over his head, so I thought they were decorations. Who would've thought there was a pill embedded right in the middle?

Good thing my discerning eye sees through the heavens, or this pill really would've gotten away."

Uncle Boya smiled smugly. A professional who made his living at this was simply