A war had changed the balance of the cultivation world, tugging at the fates of countless small sects and lineages and drawing countless cultivators into its vortex.
On their way to Cold Moon City, they had hurried along, stopping only to recover their magical power when it had been depleted to a certain point. They had barely lingered anywhere along the route.
There was no need to rush so much on their return to the sect. Whenever they encountered a market ward or a gathering place for cultivators, they would go in and look around.
Buying some unique local resources was worthwhile, whether they gave them to friends back at the sect or bought low and sold high to earn a little for their trouble. They were passing through anyway.
Whenever Liu Yu passed a market ward, he would also go in to enjoy the bustle and see the local specialties. His main purpose, of course, was to sell pills for spirit stones.
Once they entered a market ward, the group would split up. Liu Yu would first find somewhere to disguise himself, then use the Spirit-Concealing Art to adjust his cultivation, sometimes to the eighth layer of Qi Refining and sometimes to the Qi Refining sixth layer, selectively disposing of his pills in batches.
By the time they were five or six days away from the Primordial Yang Sect, Liu Yu had sold almost all the pills he had refined last time, earning around two thousand spirit stones in total.
After a month of traveling with frequent stops, they finally returned to the Primordial Yang Sect. Although their cultivation had all advanced considerably, the stops along the way meant the journey had taken about as long as before.
Because of the situation, the Primordial Yang Sect had strengthened the