Wooden Fish Island. The lofty immortal fell from the heavens, stunning countless people hiding in the shadows.
"That cultivator who could easily subdue the monster just died like that?"
"No, the one who died was an evil cultivator."
After their brief shock, many people began to entertain other thoughts. Regardless of righteous or evil, Jiang Chen looked far more upright than the newcomer, not so frightening that people would not dare approach him at all. Moreover, quite a few had already recognized Jiang Chen, though they scarcely dared confirm it. After all, water bandits and lofty cultivators simply did not belong together.
Though they usually held themselves in the highest esteem, as if Heaven was first and they were second, these water bandits actually understood their own standing very well. If they had truly been doing well, how many would have chosen to take to the hills as bandits? Most of those here were former failures or unlucky wretches.
At that moment, Jiang Chen rode the wind through the void and descended from the sky as well.
"His True Qi reserves were indeed deeper than mine, but its quality was lacking. He most likely cultivated mixed qi, at best lower-grade. And though he knew several spells, most had only barely crossed the threshold. Their power was limited; otherwise, I would not have won so easily."
He used a current of clear wind to support Corpse Daoist's body, keeping it from smashing into a puddle of gore. Recalling their earlier clash, Jiang Chen came to a conclusion.
What Qi Refinement cultivators cultivated was a single breath of True Qi, and its quality made an enormous difference. Using higher-quality True Qi to cast the same spell not only made it more powerful, but also consumed less. In truth, if Jiang Chen had