Second, he would keep the [Breath-Concealing Otherworldly Art] running whenever he was outside, and strive to upgrade it to the [Breath-Concealing Demonic Art] as soon as possible for greater security.
Third, he would use that sense of danger to keep bolstering his means! Keep advancing his cultivation! Face whatever might happen in his strongest possible state.
Lin Changheng's eyes flickered as he settled on a plan.
He had a clear head. Caution was the theme that ran through everything he did, and cultivation was no tale of an invincible protagonist slapping faces. Keep strolling by the river and sooner or later your shoes would get wet; swagger around outside often enough and sooner or later you would kick an iron plate.
Take that attendant he had encountered at the [Desolate Ruins Market]. A sinister fellow, he had endured patiently for thirty years before finally killing someone and seizing their shop,
then turned his fortunes around by reaching Foundation Establishment. He even specialized in killing wealthy customers for their treasures, getting away with it all along.
Yet hadn't he still overturned his cart in the end? One sword strike had beheaded him on the spot.
Lin Changheng could not be certain that, if he ran wild too often, he might not encounter another "Lin Changheng" concealing his cultivation and die there without ever understanding why.
That was precisely the sort of scene Lin Changheng was doing his utmost to avoid.
Unless he reached the legendary stage where everyone owed him an explanation. That would be another matter.
His next core task was to devote himself fully to replacing the two ancient herbs in the [Spirit-Communing Pill].
A month later, Lin Changheng emerged from seclusion.
He was in excellent spirits, clearly delighted.
During that time, he had tested a replacement for one