After agreeing to cooperate with the plump cultivator who had approached him, Lin Changheng felt little concern.
His strength gave him that confidence.
Although the plump cultivator was likely a veteran at the foundation establishment middle stage, probably at the fifth or sixth level, that was all he amounted to in Lin Changheng's eyes.
With second tier late stage body tempering, foundation establishment middle stage magical power, several divine abilities and demonic arts, and external assets such as spirit beasts and puppets, a foundation establishment middle stage cultivator could hardly pose a substantial threat to him.
If the other man slipped up and let Lin Changheng get close, killing him instantly, as easily as crushing an egg, would take no more than a lift of his hand.
Even taking ten thousand steps back, if the other man truly harbored ill intentions, he would merely be delivering treasures to Lin Changheng.
Lin Changheng was even looking forward to what he might do next.
Of course, at the first sign of a foundation establishment late stage cultivator appearing, he would grease his soles and make himself scarce.
Lin Changheng was perfectly clear on that point.
Still, while making purchases, even if he happened across a large quantity of things the other man needed, he would limit himself to buying and holding two or three items on his behalf.
He would not take on too many, lest something unexpected happen and leave him stuck with them.
Perhaps he has the same plan as I do.
Lin Changheng's gaze was deep.
Few cultivators who reached foundation establishment were fools. Their varying decisions merely arose from calculations of profit and differences in temperament.
Even among those lucky few who stumbled into a breakthrough, unless their minds swiftly changed and matured, their cultivation would eventually return