As Li Ping devoted himself to arduous cultivation, two years quietly slipped by before he knew it.
The day of the Underground Auction had arrived.
Creak.
The wooden cabin's door opened, and Li Ping stepped outside. He spread his divine sense and located the Desolate Fire Sparrow and Earth Spirit Mouse cultivating nearby.
At his command, the two beasts soon arrived outside the cabin.
With a wave of his hand, Li Ping tucked both beasts into his Spirit Beast Bag. Then he sprang into the air and retrieved all the formation equipment he had embedded in the island five years ago.
Only after finishing all this did he release his Flying Boat and streak away as a beam of silver light in the direction indicated by the Crimson Arrow. Before long, he had left the Spirit Island behind.
While steering the Flying Boat forward, Li Ping felt the nearly two thousand third-tier spiritual treasures in his Storage Bag, satisfaction shining in his eyes.
The Earth Spirit Mouse had found all these treasures over the past five years-or four years, to be precise.
For safety's sake, Li Ping had only allowed the Earth Spirit Mouse to roam within several million li of the Spirit Island, forbidding it from straying too far.
After spending four years scouring this stretch of sea, the Earth Spirit Mouse had actually spent the remaining year on the Spirit Island, digesting the spiritual treasures it received as extra meals.
If I have time in the future, I must spend a few hundred years living on the Eastern Sea, moving to a different island every so often. I can cultivate while the Earth Spirit Mouse hunts for treasure, Li Ping silently mused. An outstanding spirit beast should not only work to feed itself, but feed its master too.