Shopkeeper Zheng picked up his cold tea and drained it in one gulp. At last, he summed up: "In this world, no one before us has left behind any texts on the carriage driver's trade. No one can say what earth-shaking abilities you might cultivate by following either path."
"But Xiao Wu, think about it. The world is growing more chaotic by the day."
"Cultivating 'stillness' might give you the power to 'break ten thousand arts with sheer strength.' Once you hold your ground, you'd fear no method anyone threw at you. But that depends on whether you live long enough to master it."
"Cultivating 'the way,' on the other hand—whatever ability you end up gaining, one thing is certain: it can keep you alive."
With that, Zheng Tonghe fell silent. He simply watched Qin Geng and waited for him to digest it.
Qin Geng lowered his head, his thoughts racing.
Every word Shopkeeper Zheng had said had struck the heart of the matter.
For a Way Cultivator, it all came down to one word: "move."
As long as the green hills remained, there would be firewood to burn.
Whatever abilities he gained in the future, so long as they involved movement, his chances of survival would be second to none.
If he met someone he could not beat, he could run.
A Still Cultivator was less certain.
Qin Geng thought a step further.
There was no questioning the quality of the talents granted by the Book of a Hundred Trades.
But he had to weigh them against reality.
Say a Way Cultivator and a Still Cultivator were trapped in the same deadly place. Neither might die.
But the Way Cultivator could probably walk out on his own, while the Still Cultivator might merely "not die." If he remained trapped