This True Immortal...
"How is he even poorer than I was right after crossing my tribulation?"
In the underground secret chamber, Li Changshou looked at the seven or eight storage magic treasures before him. He removed the useful items from them one by one, then placed the useless things, along with the storage magic treasures themselves, into a treasure pouch for sorted waste disposal.
No matter how slim the chance of being recognized, Li Changshou would not use these "spoils of war" magic treasures.
Naturally, Spirit Treasure-grade items were an exception.
The problem was that the sleeping drugs and poison pills he had used also came at a cost.
These were all valuable items that would never be put up for sale. Some of the poisonous herbs had come from Elder Wan Linjun's support, and their value could not be precisely calculated.
The outcome of being tailed this time was, in truth...
He had taken a slight loss.
This True Immortal truly had little in the way of assets, which reflected the plight of most rogue cultivators.
The human race had risen, the Daoist tradition flourished, Daoist lineages spread everywhere, and immortal sects sprang up like bamboo shoots after spring rain. Most resources had been controlled by the immortal sects.
Those rogue cultivators who, due to aptitude, personal experiences, or other reasons, lacked the support of an immortal sect, found it difficult enough merely to maintain their daily cultivation. It was hard for them to amass much of a foundation.
When Li Changshou had given the other party a chance to stop, it was purely because he could not bear to use the poison powders in his magic tools, which was why he had called out...
"Wait."
If the other party had stopped, simply drugging him unconscious would have been