Three Feet Scraped from the Sky

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

Along the road, Yuan Tian saw many races he had never encountered before: the Lion Clan, the Wolf Clan, the Marten Clan, and countless others. They were strange and varied, encompassing everything imaginable.

Yuan Tian had little interest in most of these races. Of course, there were exceptions, such as the Fox Clan.

Legend had it that every woman of the Fox Clan was as beautiful as a blooming flower, as lovely as flawless jade. Though Yuan Tian had never seen one, he had heard no shortage of tales concerning 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 mean fox spirits were all exceedingly beautiful?

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

Given Yuan Tian's current thoughts, Woyou could not help wondering whether Yuan Tian had come out to gain experience or specifically to look at beautiful women. At any rate, Woyou had no idea.

They said the Primordial Wilderness was full of beautiful women, but who knew who had said that? Yuan Tian had reincarnated into the Primordial Wilderness for over a billion years. Fine, Yuan Tian admitted that he had spent all those billions of years on Penglai Island. Yet even on the Primordial Continent, he had trained for nearly ten thousand years. But let alone beautiful women, he had not even seen a single female. As for those beauties famous in later generations, there was even less need to mention them. It nearly depressed Yuan Tian to death. Now, he had only one thought: to ruthlessly teach the person who had spread the rumor that the Primordial Wilderness was filled with beauties a lesson. Unfortunately, Yuan Tian likely would not get that chance now. Even if his strength rivaled that of a Zenith Heaven Golden Immortal at the pinnacle of the Immortal realm, he would at least have to wait tens of billions of years until the modern era to find the person who had spread the rumor. By then, who knew whether Yuan Tian would even remember this matter?

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

Although Yuan Tian was rather interested in the Fox Clan, the race of beauties in both the Primordial Wilderness and later generations, perhaps his luck was simply too bad, or perhaps it was something else. In short, Yuan Tian had not seen 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, though their intelligence was also quite renowned—after all, people said one was as cunning as a fox. But their racial strength, their combat power, was not great. No, it should not be called merely weak; it should be called exceedingly weak, at least compared to the Hundred Races of the Primordial Wilderness today. This was the era of the Hundred Races, and every one of them possessed formidable strength. Even the three great overlords of the Primordial Wilderness did not dare reveal any ambition to dominate, and could only silently develop their respective forces. Much less the Fox Clan, which stood at the bottom in terms of strength. How could they dare wander around outside? What if someone snatched them home to become a bandit chief's wife? This was precisely why Yuan Tian had not encountered the Fox Clan, the beautiful race of the Primordial Wilderness.

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

Although he had not seen any beautiful women, Yuan Tian had found quite a few spirit herbs and spirit stones. Following the principle of "if you do not take it, it is wasted; if you take it, it is not wasted," Yuan Tian could be said to have scraped three feet from the sky. He did not care whether they were good or bad, poisonous or nonpoisonous. As long as he saw them, he stored them away. By the time he passed through, the ground was spotlessly clean.

How clean was it? To give an example, if any city's sanitation department hired him now, that city would absolutely rank first in the world for cleanliness with him on board. Given his current methods, if it failed to take first place, that could only mean one thing: the rankings had been rigged. This showed just how thoroughly Yuan Tian worked. He truly scraped three feet from the sky.

This could not entirely be blamed on Yuan Tian. Did protagonists in the novels of his previous life not all do the same? This was an alternative form of "robbing the rich to aid the poor"—robbing the wealthy Primordial Wilderness to aid his own poverty. Yuan Tian was poor too. If he did not build up his assets now, was he supposed to wait until later?

The last time he had been with Pang Heng, Yuan Tian, as the boss, had not even possessed a suitable magical treasure to give his underling. In the end, he had given Pang Heng the spirit treasure they had robbed from the Dragon Clan. Otherwise, Yuan Tian truly would not have had a spirit treasure to give Pang Heng. How humiliating was that?

In the novels of his previous life, the underlings and disciples of protagonists all used innate spirit treasures. As a protagonist himself, Yuan Tian only had four spirit treasures. Though every one of them was among the finest magical treasures, they were his natal spirit treasures and could neither be given away nor should be given away. Other than those, he only had the Golden Dragon Scissors. Yet the karmic consequences of using that treasure were 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 did, there was only one of it. How was he supposed to divide it?

Therefore, while he had yet to take disciples and had no other underlings, Yuan Tian needed to collect more materials. Otherwise, when he had disciples and underlings in the future, what spirit treasures and spirit roots would he use to give them? Surely he could not dismantle himself? Even if Yuan Tian possessed heaven-reaching magical power and divine abilities, he could not conjure spirit treasures and spirit roots out of thin air.

Besides, if Yuan Tian did not take these spirit herbs, spirit roots, and spirit stones of the Primordial Wilderness, they would go to waste. Battles erupted throughout the Primordial Wilderness every day; who knew when they might be destroyed? Rather than let them be ruined then, it was better to let Yuan Tian preserve their useful forms. Yuan Tian believed he could carry their useful forms forward and make them flourish.

Even if these spirit herbs, spirit roots, and spirit stones were not destroyed in the future, they might be collected by someone else. That person might very well be Yuan Tian's enemy. Since that was the case, it was better to benefit himself than supply his enemies. After all, if Yuan Tian wanted to live well and roam free in the future, then on one hand, he needed formidable strength; on the other hand, he also needed a formidable force.

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

The further Yuan Tian's cultivation advanced, the more magical power he would require. Sometimes, merely restoring his magical power could take centuries, millennia, or even ten thousand years. At such times, Yuan Tian would need medicinal pills that could quickly restore magical power. But where would the pills come from? Naturally, he would need spirit herbs and spirit roots. And where would those spirit herbs and spirit roots come from? Yuan Tian would have to gather them himself. Who told him to be all alone now? His only underling was still diligently cultivating by the shores of the Eastern Sea. Sigh, being a commander without troops was not easy.

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