On Wooden Fish Island, in a quiet chamber within the courtyard, Jiang Chen sat cross-legged, silently drawing in and exhaling the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. As time passed, the spirit sand placed beside him gradually lost its luster.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Chen exhaled a three-foot stream of white breath and slowly opened his eyes.
"At my current pace, another two months will be enough to fill my dantian aperture with true qi. The price, however, is the rapid consumption of spirit sand..."
His gaze swept over the surroundings, falling upon the spirit sand that had completely lost its spiritual essence. Jiang Chen's eyes flickered.
Cultivating with spirit sand and without it were entirely different experiences. He had cultivated high-grade true qi, his foundation was deep and solid, and his soul was powerful. He refined spiritual energy at an astonishing speed, using it far more efficiently than ordinary cultivators. As long as he had sufficient spirit sand, he could advance by leaps and bounds in a short time.
"I wonder whether the two hu of spirit sand left behind by Corpse Daoist will be enough for me to achieve minor success in Qi Refining. Windfall wealth is windfall wealth after all. If I want to cultivate in peace, I still need at least one steady source of income."
As his thoughts collided, Jiang Chen pondered how to reliably obtain spirit sand.
"People bustle about in panic for nothing more than a few taels of broken silver. Immortal cultivators are no exception."
With no good solution for the moment, Jiang Chen shook his head, rose, and left the quiet chamber for the martial practice ground to train his various spells.
He already possessed an inheritance and had obtained some of the legacies left behind by Corpse