Underground Auction

Cultivation knew no passage of years.

Over the past three years, Jiang Ding had simply cultivated as usual, accumulating spiritual power; attended classes and studied to deepen his immortal dao foundations; and followed Yuan in learning and engaging with Nascent Soul-level cultivation techniques, preparing for the future.

Besides that,

the refinement of the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword had never stopped. He could now cultivate while refining the flying sword at the same time, the two not interfering with each other.

This was his Dao Foundation Sword.

Even if the efficiency was relatively slow, even if he lacked secret techniques, even if it would take more than five hundred years to advance it to the peak of a Nascent Soul treasure, he could not stop moving forward and place his hopes in the future.

He had to keep walking, no matter what happened.

Still, slow flying-sword refinement was not without its benefits: it saved money.

He had originally estimated that the Supreme Clarity Flying Sword alone would cost seven hundred million low-grade spirit stones a year, with an annual purchase of No. 10 Synthetic Geng Metal equivalent to a top-grade fourth-tier material.

Now, he would not spend that much even over three years.

The finances that had been expected to go bankrupt could now hold on for several more decades. That was a blessing amid misfortune.

Though this was not the sort of saving and frugality he wanted.

To him, spending too much money had never been a problem.

He could take out loans, collect from kindhearted people, or arrange for the Tushan Maid Corps to control more territory. Any of those could solve it.

Only cultivation could not be delayed.

Tens of thousands of li away from Great Sun Sword City.

Jiang Ding awoke from standby mode.

There had