Of course, Gu Yuan was only thinking about it.
After all, if he really killed a Five Declines powerhouse who could work for him...
Would he have to drive the truck himself afterward?
The Transmigrator Alliance was under Sima Changkong's protection, so naturally, he could not die.
If he died, Gu Yuan would probably have to take over the mess himself.
Too troublesome.
Gu Yuan did not actually want to deal with that sort of thing.
There were now so many technique spreaders blossoming across the myriad heavens and worlds. Even if he could instantly know what every single one of them was doing, it was still extremely troublesome.
And with the Transmigrator Alliance added on top, he would have to handle that himself too.
Wouldn't that be having nothing better to do after eating his fill?
Sitting in his chair, Gu Yuan stretched lazily.
He glanced at Sima Changkong, who was still standing where he was.
Hopefully, he would go drive that truck soon.
Keep it up.
The outskirts of Thousand Mountains Sect were extremely bustling.
Even as Gu Yuan sat off to one side, all manner of voices filled his ears.
He had long since grown used to days like these.
Sometimes, Gu Yuan rather liked all this lively clamor.
Everyone passing before him wore a smile. Even if they had not joined the sect, life was still decent under its protection.
Time passed.
In the blink of an eye, another year went by.
Gu Yuan had not been idle this year. Whenever he had nothing to do, he painted a few pictures, as though cultivating both body and mind.
Perhaps because one thing illuminated another, his paintings were quite good. Occasionally, people even came to buy them.
Since he was idle anyway, he even opened a shop