Rage City.
After leaving the Immortal Materials Shop, Ji Yuan did not rush to find a place to stay.
Instead, he wandered through Rage City, observing all manner of Demonic Cultivators.
Only after nearly half a day had passed, once he was certain no one was following him,
did he turn into a side street, find an inconspicuous teahouse, and take a window seat on the second floor.
He ordered a pot of mortal tea worth only a few Spirit Stones, lifted the murky brown tea to his lips, and took a sip.
The bitterness slid down his throat, while his Divine Sense silently sank into a Storage Bag.
The Buried-Sand Scorpion's Storage Bag.
After killing that great demon years ago, he had immediately taken its Demon Core and raced without pause to complete his Earth Spiritual Root.
Comprehending and refining the technique of Pill Spiritual Roots had consumed an entire year. After emerging from seclusion, he had hurried toward Rage City, passing through five Teleportation Formations and traveling for over half a month.
From beginning to end, he had not found the time to properly inspect the assets of this Middle Fifth Tier great demon.
Now that the Immortal Materials had been ordered and would not be delivered for another three days, he finally had some time to spare.
Ji Yuan's Divine Sense entered the Storage Bag.
Then he froze for half a breath.
The first impression it gave him was—wealth.
He had struggled through the cultivation world for so many years, fighting his way from the Abyssal Continent to the Kunwu Continent.
He had seen Golden Core rogue cultivators scrape and save for half their lives, only to afford a single bottle of Cultivation Pills. He had also seen the mountain-like piles of High-Grade Spirit Stones and densely