Chen Qiu sucked in a breath through aching teeth, and his desire to raise his cultivation grew ever fiercer.
His cultivation was still too weak.
If his cultivation and strength were a little greater, then damn whatever rules there were—whoever dared provoke him would be wiped out!
This world was still far too dangerous. He had to become stronger as quickly as possible!
That day, he went nowhere and cultivated peacefully in the inn.
His wariness of unknown dangers left him with no mind to go out. He only wanted to remain in the inn and cultivate, though he knew that even if he cultivated for an entire day, his cultivation would not improve by much.
Soon, night fell, and midnight arrived.
After Scholar used the Voice-Transmission Ring to ask for his location, a gleaming golden longsword shot into the inn. Scholar soon appeared before him, tossed him two storage pouches, and wore an exceptionally excited smile.
"Brother Qiu, take a look. It'll definitely be a surprise."
"All I can say is that Liu Zide is absolutely a genius. I've never seen anyone crazier than him. It isn't that his brain is especially clever—he's simply utterly mad. So mad that even I want to run away."
"Today's haul will definitely satisfy you, Brother Qiu, and tomorrow's is expected to be even greater!"
"Oh?"
Chen Qiu raised his brows slightly as he accepted the storage pouch Scholar handed over. His divine sense swept inside, and he said in mild surprise, "This many?"
There were a full 283 Low-Grade Foundation Heavenly Dao Cultivation Pills inside.
There had only been 67 yesterday. Today, there were roughly four times as many.
"Naturally."
Scholar was somewhat proud of the results as well, his face full of smug satisfaction. "A total of 187 people made the