Three Feet Bare

After witnessing a live-action, Primordial Wilderness-grade immortal fantasy blockbuster, Yuan Tian set off again, thoroughly satisfied. The Primordial World was quite fascinating. Though there was no electricity, no television, no movies, he could often watch live blockbusters instead. These scenes were far better and more thrilling than any movies or television from later generations. Without realizing it, Yuan Tian had come to enjoy this kind of life.

Along the way, Yuan Tian encountered many races he had never seen before: the Lion Clan, the Wolf Clan, the Marten Clan, and all manner of strange and bizarre creatures. There was nothing under heaven that did not exist.

Yuan Tian had no interest in most of these races. Of course, there were exceptions—such as the Fox Clan.

It was said that every woman of the Fox Clan was as lovely as a flower, as beautiful as jade. Though Yuan Tian had never seen one, he had heard plenty of legends about the Fox Clan in his previous life. Otherwise, why were beautiful women so often called fox spirits? Yuan Tian thought that, on one hand, people were probably jealous of those beautiful women; on the other hand, did that not prove that fox spirits were all exceedingly beautiful?

Although Yuan Tian had been a shut-in in his previous life, his sexual orientation had not changed. He was still deeply interested in beautiful women. Back then, he had the heart of a thief but not the nerve, and he had never had the chance to get close to beautiful women. That did not mean he did not love beauties. Now that he had come to the Primordial Wilderness, of course he had to see its beautiful women for himself. How could he ever see beauties by staying cooped up at home?

Given Yuan Tian's current thoughts, Wo You could not help but wonder whether Yuan Tian had come out to gain experience or specifically to look at beautiful women. In any case, Wo You had no idea.

They said the Primordial Wilderness was full of beautiful women, though who knew who had said that. Yuan Tian had been reborn in the Primordial Wilderness for over a billion years. Well, Yuan Tian admitted that he had spent those billions of years on Penglai Island. But even on the Primordial Continent, he had trained for nearly ten thousand years. Yet not only had he failed to see any beauties, he had not even seen a single woman, much less any famous beauties from later generations. It nearly depressed Yuan Tian to death. Now he had only one thought: to ruthlessly teach a lesson to whoever had spread the rumor that the Primordial Wilderness was full of beauties. However, Yuan Tian probably had no chance to do so now. Even though his strength rivaled that of a Daluo Golden Immortal at the pinnacle of immortals, if he wanted to find the person who had spread that rumor, he would have to wait at least tens of billions of years until the modern era. By then, who knew whether Yuan Tian would still remember this matter?

Hmm, it seemed he had wandered a little too far off topic. Let us continue with the previous subject.

Although Yuan Tian was interested in the Fox Clan, the race of beauties in both the Primordial Wilderness and later generations, perhaps his character was simply too poor, or perhaps it was something else. In short, Yuan Tian had never encountered a single member of the Fox Clan.

Of course, it was quite realistic that Yuan Tian could not see the Fox Clan now. The Fox Clan was most famous for the beauty of its women, and their wisdom was also quite renowned. After all, people said one was as crafty as a fox. But their racial strength—combat power—was not strong. No, it should not be called weak; it should be called exceedingly weak, at least compared to the current Hundred Tribes of the Primordial Wilderness. The present Primordial Wilderness was an era belonging to the Hundred Tribes. Every one of the Hundred Tribes was extraordinarily powerful. Even the three great overlords of the Primordial Wilderness did not dare reveal any ambition to dominate, and could only silently develop their respective strengths. Much less the Fox Clan, which ranked at the bottom in strength. How would they dare wander about outside? What if someone snatched them home to be a "bandit chief's wife"? This was precisely why Yuan Tian had not seen the Fox Clan, the beautiful race of the Primordial Wilderness.

Though failing to see beauties was rather regrettable, life still had to go on. Yuan Tian believed that he would have opportunities to see beautiful women in the future. He had already endured for so many years; would he care about waiting a few more? Wait long enough, and one became used to it.

Although he had not seen any beauties, Yuan Tian had found quite a few spirit medicines and spirit stones. Following the principle of "if it was free, take it; taking it was never wrong," Yuan Tian practically scraped the sky three feet bare. He did not care whether something was good or bad, poisonous or harmless. So long as he saw it, he collected it. By the time he passed through, the ground was spotless.

How spotless was it? To give an example, if any city's sanitation department hired him now, then with his addition, that city's cleanliness would absolutely rank first among all cities in the world. If it did not take first place, that could only mean one thing: the judging had been rigged. This showed just how thoroughly Yuan Tian worked. He truly scraped the sky three feet bare.

This could not entirely be blamed on Yuan Tian. Did not the protagonists in novels from his previous life all do the same? This was a different kind of "robbing the rich to aid the poor"—robbing the rich Primordial Wilderness to aid his own poverty. Yuan Tian was poor too. If he did not accumulate a fortune now, was he supposed to wait until later?

The last time he had been with Pang Heng, Yuan Tian, as the big brother, had not even possessed a decent magical treasure to give his little brother. In the end, he had given Pang Heng the Spirit Treasure looted from the Dragon Clan. Otherwise, Yuan Tian truly would not have had any Spirit Treasure to give Pang Heng. How humiliating had that been?

In the novels of his previous life, the underlings and disciples of protagonists all used Innate Spirit Treasures. Yet Yuan Tian, also a protagonist, had only four Spirit Treasures. Although each of those four belonged to the category of top-grade magical treasures, they were Yuan Tian's Life-bound Spirit Treasures, treasures that could not and must not be bestowed upon others. Aside from them, only the Golden Dragon Scissors remained. But the Karma involved in using that treasure was far too great; even Yuan Tian did not dare use it lightly. How could he give it to his disciples or underlings? Even if he gave it away, there was only one. How was he supposed to divide it?

Therefore, while Yuan Tian had yet to take disciples and had no other underlings, he needed to collect more materials. Otherwise, once he had disciples and underlings in the future, what Spirit Treasures and Spiritual Roots would he give them? He could not exactly dismantle himself, could he? Even if Yuan Tian possessed Tongtian's magical power and divine abilities, he could not conjure Spirit Treasures and Spiritual Roots out of thin air.

Besides, if Yuan Tian did not take these spirit herbs, Spiritual Roots, and spirit stones now, they would only be wasted. Battles erupted throughout the Primordial Wilderness every day; who knew when they would be destroyed? Rather than let them be ruined then, it would be better for Yuan Tian to preserve their useful forms. Yuan Tian believed he could carry their usefulness forward and make it flourish.

Even if those spirit herbs, Spiritual Roots, and spirit stones were not destroyed in the future, they might be collected by someone else. That person might even be Yuan Tian's enemy. Since that was the case, it would be better to benefit himself than to nourish an enemy. After all, if Yuan Tian wanted to live well and freely in the future, on one hand he needed formidable strength; on the other, he also needed a formidable force.

And where did strength and influence come from? They were not blown in by a gale. They had to be accumulated bit by bit over time. Of course, Yuan Tian's method of accumulation was somewhat excessive—he scraped the sky three feet bare. Still, no matter what, this was a process of accumulation.

The further Yuan Tian advanced in cultivation, the more magical power he would need. Sometimes, merely restoring his magical power would take hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of years. At such times, Yuan Tian would need pills that could rapidly restore magical power. But where would pills come from? Naturally, they required spirit herbs and Spiritual Roots. And where would spirit herbs and Spiritual Roots come from? Yuan Tian had to gather them himself. After all, he was currently all alone. His only underling was still cultivating diligently on the Eastern Sea Shore. Ah, being a commander without troops was not easy.

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