Liu Qisha's expression remained calm. Looking at the heavenly treasures carpeting the mountains and plains, a knowing smile finally appeared at the corner of his lips. "I've finally cultivated to the point where I can build up some family wealth. What a joy..."
The sect was truly poor!
The good things could only be looked at, never touched. Every blade of grass and every tree was recorded. Other than getting rich through wilderness reclamation, there were no shortcuts.
Liu Qisha's eyes brimmed with hope. Once he reached the Half-Immortal Realm, he would be able to roam the Eternal Ancient Immortal Territory and truly stretch his limbs. For now, building up his fortune came first!
Yet before he could think further—
Some mixed-race beings emerged from the Forest Sect. Their faces were bloodless, and they spoke in the local dialect. They merely held up spirit herbs in their hands and offered them to Liu Qisha, their gazes incomparably clear.
It was not that they were especially brave. They simply had never encountered the true cultivation world, nor did they possess any Immortal Dao cultivation arts. Their thoughts were exceedingly simple.
The strong could help them drive away the Chi Clan. They knew the locations of many mountain treasures and were willing to lead the strong there, as long as they were given a share afterward. That was roughly what their local dialect meant.
Meanwhile, the native beings who were even a little smarter hid far away.
They only wanted to flee this hunting ground, not remain within it forever. They did not believe some inexplicable strong cultivator could withstand the powerful Chi Clan experts of the Cosmic Sea.
"Alright." Liu Qisha cupped his hands, warmth in his eyes. "I am Liu Qisha."
The surrounding native beings sensed the goodwill Liu Qisha