Zhou Feng carefully calculated how he could obtain more Silver Scale Gu Spiritual Molts.
Molt Heaven Pavilion monopolized nearly half of Nine Void Mountain's high-end Gu molt resources. Its storehouses were piled with countless relic molts of ancient Gu insects and rare Gu materials, yet the prices were so high they made one click their tongue.
With the sect contributions and scattered Gu Essence he had accumulated so far, he could at most exchange them for a few scraps from the edges. Gathering a complete set of full-body Silver Scale Gu Relic Molts was no different from a fool dreaming.
At that thought, a risky notion quietly began to grow.
What if he found a quiet moment deep in the night, acted in secret, and raided Molt Heaven Pavilion's storehouses?
But the instant that impulse surfaced, Zhou Feng forcibly suppressed it.
The earth-shaking case of the Back Mountain forbidden ground's heir dying under bizarre circumstances had happened only recently. Even now, all of Nine Void Mountain was on edge, as if every gust of wind and cry of a crane were an alarm. Control was stringent, the Patrol Division patrolled day and night, hidden sentries were everywhere, and any unusual movement would be magnified without limit.
If he rashly took such a risk now, then the slightest trace of Spider Silk would condemn him to eternal damnation. It simply was not worth the loss.
Before this, he had always adhered to the principle of Blending with the Light. Relying on his position in the Tax Gu Division, he steadily performed his duties, accumulated resources step by step, and developed discreetly. He did not seek swift success, only stability.
But times had changed.
The leaked secret of Wisdom Gu had shaken Nine Void Mountain's foundations. Powerful enemies from beyond the domain