Time flew like an arrow, the sun and moon like a shuttle through a loom. In the blink of an eye, six years had passed.
Li Chen had stayed in the Armor Capital to earn his passage to the Star Sea, as well as the funds he would need to establish himself afterward.
During this time, however, he had no false blessed land mineral vein like the one at Crouching Tiger Hill to exploit. He relied entirely on the Wu Household in the city to build connections, collaborating with the Armor Capital's powerful factions and accepting commissions for contract manufacturing, production, and other tasks. He had truly tasted the hardships of a rogue cultivator drifting through the world with no one to rely on.
Low-end contract work in exchange for cultivation provisions was indeed no long-term solution. This only strengthened his resolve to claim territory in the Star Sea and possess a spirit peak blessed land of his own.
Yet the Star Sea was vast, with layer upon layer of overlapping voids and boundless dangers. Finding even one or two blessed lands where he could establish himself would be no easy task.
Through the city's aristocratic clans, Li Chen had become acquainted with merchants who traveled between this place and the sea. He actively planned for his future development, expending no small amount of effort.
On the thirtieth day of the sixth month, the head of the Wu Household suddenly sent someone to invite Li Chen to his residence for a chat.
Li Chen knew there must have been progress on the matter he had entrusted to him, so he gladly went.
Sure enough, once host and guest had taken their seats in the Wu Household's inner hall, its head gave Li Chen some good news. "Fellow Daoist Yang, the