Slow—it was far too slow to cultivate.
Of the Thirty-Three Layers, only once he reached the teens would he have a chance of transporting gold. Higher up, in the twenties, he could transport things like a person's financial luck. In other words, he could steal someone's financial luck and become a millionaire, a multimillionaire, or even a billionaire.
As for transporting Fortune, as the text described, or going further and stealing an entire nation's destiny...
That would only become possible at the thirty-third layer.
Only possible.
They were really hedging their bets here.
The advantage of this secret art from the Thief's Gate lay in its...
Extremely high ceiling.
In other words...
A promising future.
Lin Feng understood.
Wasn't this just dangling empty promises?
Anyone could make promises. Today, I'm the heir apparent; tomorrow, you're a future superstar.
It was like joining a company and having the senior employee training you say, "Work hard, and someday you can get equity, become a partner, or be the boss."
Who were they trying to fool?
Its drawbacks, on the other hand, were obvious.
Too vicious.
The backlash was too vicious.
Anything stolen using the secret art had to be repaid.
Otherwise, the consequences of the backlash—the side effects of stealing a nation—would spread through the entire clan.
One look at the Sima Clan made that clear.
Hardly any of the Sima Clan's emperors had been normal.
The Thief's Gate probably had other methods to mitigate such severe consequences.
Probably something along the lines of concealing oneself from heaven's scrutiny.
Whatever they were, Lin Feng hadn't obtained them.
Lin Feng looked at the "Seven Warlords of the Sea" he had enshrined. With [Thief's Gate Secret Art: Five-Ghost Transport Art], summoning them remained the same. The difference lay in the offerings: reciting the incantation