Five years later.
A streak of silver escape light raced across the sky.
Li Ping stood at the prow of the flying boat, gazing down thoughtfully at the densely packed cities and villages below, while Meng Wanjun sat cross-legged inside the boat, cultivating.
Over the past few years, he had traveled east from Qing'an Commandery in central Great Zhou at a leisurely pace, landing whenever he encountered a commandery capital to search for spirit materials.
Thus, five years had passed before he finally approached Spirit Firmament City.
Of course, his efforts had not been entirely fruitless. Not long ago, while passing through Guangde Commandery, he had chanced upon an opportunity to trade several bottles of third-tier pills to the local Demon-Slaying Bureau commander for a portion of eight-treasure spirit spring water.
According to the commander, he had exchanged his merits for this eight-treasure spirit spring water from the Demon-Slaying Bureau's main treasury.
He had originally intended to use it to wash the eyes of one of his descendants, hoping to awaken spirit eyes.
But before he could use it, Li Ping had arrived.
Li Ping had offered simply too much, so the Demon-Slaying Bureau commander had agreed to the trade.
I've only been in Great Zhou a few years, and I've already obtained eight-treasure spirit spring water, one of the three materials. Can the remaining golden dawn dew and supreme yang wood be far behind? As he pondered this, a smile crept onto Li Ping's lips.
Aside from the spirit materials, another thing that had surprised him was Great Zhou's administrative system.
Unlike the Western Wasteland Nations, where cultivation sects ruled the mortal world indirectly through the royal families, Great Zhou maintained two administrative hierarchies from top to bottom.
One consisted of mortal officials such as commandery governors and county