If it went well, they'd not only have resources in abundance, but a name for themselves, too. If it went badly, they'd end up as a box of ashes.
Even so, it still couldn't extinguish the Rogue Cultivators' desire.
"According to Su Wen's panel, the Demon Race will begin its attack in three days."
"Three days is enough."
"Little Red, go play on your own for now. If anyone comes by, keep them out. I'm going to start cultivating."
After a moment's thought, Ye Lin called to Little Red in the distance.
"Hahaha, boss, cultivate in peace. Within a hundred li of here, I guarantee not even a single fly will get through."
"Bzzzz, bzzzz."
As they watched the little fly buzzing around in the air, Ye Lin and Little Red stared at each other, wide-eyed.
"That was an accident, an accident. It won't happen again."
Little Red slapped the fly dead and laughed sheepishly.
"Fine. Go on."
After speaking, Ye Lin sat cross-legged on the ground, while Little Red flew out of the cave and stood atop Feng Mountain, surveying the surroundings.
A ray of sunlight fell from the sky onto Little Red, making him look even more majestic.
Ye Lin swallowed the mutated spirit value along with the pills and began tempering his body.
These heavenly treasures for tempering the body were incredibly potent.
The moment he swallowed them, Ye Lin felt wave after wave of burning pain across his skin.
It was as though flames several hundred million degrees hot were roasting his skin alive. The agony was unbearable.
In the blink of an eye, three days passed. That day, Ye Lin slowly opened his eyes.
His physical body was still just a little short—only a little short of breaking through to the mid Golden Core Realm.