Han Feng, the "Medicine Emperor"-wasn't he impressive?
Yet hadn't he become the Purifying Lotus Demon Saint's slave all the same?
Wu Bai felt incredibly fortunate now. Thankfully, he hadn't thrown his weight around just because he had resurrected them.
Otherwise, his fate at this very moment probably wouldn't have been much better than Han Feng's.
Surely no one actually thought these beings who could stand at the pinnacle of the Dou Qi Continent were all easy to talk to, all kindly souls who valued gentleness, goodness, respect, restraint, and humility?
The title "Demon Saint" alone was enough to explain these two men's temperaments:
Inscrutable, neither wholly righteous nor wholly wicked.
Exhaling softly, Wu Bai opened his newly acquired treasure with anticipation on his face.
A few seconds later, Wu Bai's expression quickly settled into calm. He withdrew his senses, then looked inside again, withdrew again, and looked again.
Finally, Wu Bai shook his head helplessly and curled his lips.
"What a bullshit Medicine Emperor. He didn't even have half as many high-grade medicinal herbs as I've collected. His Earth-rank cultivation methods and combat skills could be counted on one hand, and everything else was worthless Profound-rank stuff..."
The Yellow Springs Demon Saint had thoroughly spoiled Wu Bai's appetite. He no longer gave cultivation methods and combat skills below Earth rank a second glance.
Profound-rank cultivation methods and combat skills worthy of being collected by Han Feng, a Tier 6 Alchemist, were nothing but worthless goods in Wu Bai's eyes.
What could he do? The lowest-ranked cultivation methods and combat skills this brat practiced were all Earth rank.
Still, the space inside the Nether Sea Storage Ring really was enormous. Even after Wu Bai put his entire collection inside, it occupied less than a fifth of the space.
Wu Bai grinned,