He devoted himself wholeheartedly to secluded cultivation.
Two years passed in the blink of an eye.
Li Ping stood in the courtyard. The moment the thought of going out arose, his spiritual intuition pulsed wildly, warning him of danger.
Clearly, the threat outside Spirit Firmament City was still lying in wait.
"Ah!" Li Ping could not help sighing. "A Nascent Soul Cultivator, wasting all that time camping outside the city for me. Just what grudge could he possibly have?"
He did not even know the true identity of the person lying in wait, let alone what he had done to offend him.
At the thought, Li Ping's excellent mood soured.
Following his usual routine after emerging from seclusion, he first visited the White-Gathering Pavilion to deal with the secondhand magic artifacts that had piled up there.
The more time passed since the grand auction, the more sharply Spirit Firmament City's popularity declined. The White-Gathering Pavilion was now receiving fewer secondhand magic artifacts each year.
After inspecting them, he found that none of these secondhand magic artifacts were of any use. Though disappointed, he was hardly surprised.
After all, there were only a few crafts whose inherited knowledge he was willing to spend effort collecting through nourishment.
Thus, the only secondhand magic artifacts useful to him were those containing the accumulated expertise of those few crafts.
And his attainments in pill refining, artifact crafting, talismans, and formations had already reached a very high level. If the expertise contained in a secondhand magic artifact was too rudimentary, it was of no use to him.
With such stringent selection criteria.
Having found four useful secondhand magic artifacts in his twenty-odd years in Great Zhou, including two fourth-tier crafts, he could already count himself exceptionally lucky.
Unfortunately, for various reasons, he still could not