Li Fuchan carefully considered Three Nothing's explanation and found that it was indeed true.
While he had been beside Huici, he had very rarely entertained the thought of switching to "wandering gold."
Writing appeared on the page again: "Now that you have discovered me and sworn a spiritual oath, I need not rush you into switching to 'wandering gold.' First, nurture your 'lightning-struck wood' yang aspect to full mastery. An excellent opportunity for that lies before you."
Li Fuchan asked, "You mean the Ming Beast?"
"Correct. The words 'You, beasts, ghosts, demons, and monsters—those who hunt them shall prosper' carry far more weight than you imagine. If you trust me, head to the Northern Lands. Their spiritual atmosphere is at its most turbulent right now. Not only has a Great Compassionate Venerable Wisdom King appeared, but the Southern Chu Remnant Zhu are also stirring. Such opportunities are rare. A bolt of thunder like you is precisely what they lack."
Li Fuchan watched the lines Three Nothing wrote in A Plea for Thirty-Six Years of Romantic Tales, but did not immediately agree.
The Northern Lands had left a considerable shadow over him.
Back then, before he had even left the beginner village, he had imagined he would engage Jia Hua in a fine contest of intrigue and scheming, advancing with care, calculating every move over and over, anticipating his enemy's plans, and finally winning by a hair.
Instead, he had run straight into the hands of the Great Compassionate Venerable Wisdom King.
After escaping Black Mountain, he had immediately fled overseas, not daring to head north again.
But after another moment's thought, he suppressed those misgivings.
"Let's go!"
"Going is easy enough, but we ought to get some 'traveling funds.'"
As Li Fuchan rose and gathered up his Storage Bag, he