"As long as we wipe out this band of West Mountain bandits, my cultivation in the True Qi Realm will be secured."
At the foot of the mountain, Li Chengfeng stared at the stronghold ahead, his gaze blazing.
Over this period of cultivation, he had come to clearly feel just how difficult training in the True Qi Realm was. All the Blood Qi in his body had condensed into only the tiniest trace of true qi.
Zheng Pandao had been right. Without cultivation resources for the True Qi Realm, advancing to the perfection of True Qi at this pace would be far too slow.
So slow that he could not bear it.
Since that was the case, he naturally had to find a way to break the deadlock.
For instance, he had to fight for a share of the Exotic Beast Forest breeding quota at Wang Family Manor.
What Zheng Pandao had said was not wrong, but the suggestion he had offered did carry the hidden danger of getting Li Chengfeng killed.
With such an obvious danger laid out before him, he naturally could not knowingly walk into it.
Otherwise, if Zheng Pandao harbored ulterior motives and wanted to use some crooked, sinister method to bind him—a talented martial artist—to himself forever, Li Chengfeng would have no way to resist.
The Exotic Beast Forest quota at Wang Family Manor before him was different. He could fight for it entirely through his own efforts. It was worth the gamble!
Men die for wealth; birds perish for food.
With such an opportunity and profit laid before him, if he let it slip away and Wang Family Manor was taken over by someone else, it would be difficult to find another chance so suitable for obtaining Exotic Beast quota resources.
Therefore, Li Chengfeng