Standing in the courtyard, Li Ping was filled with emotion.
Before he knew it, nearly ninety years had passed since he had been forced to leave Heavenly Dao City and come to Spirit Firmament City.
Over those years, he had devoted himself to secluded cultivation and treated others kindly.
Apart from emerging from seclusion every so often to refine pills at the Spirit-Nurturing Pavilion, he never left his cave abode.
Over the years, not only had he made considerable progress in his cultivation, drawing another step closer to forming his Nascent Soul, but his Longevity Art magic power had also absorbed vast amounts of innate spirit vigor from third-tier top-grade pills and was gradually reaching saturation.
In fact, Li Ping estimated that another five or six batches of third-tier top-grade pills would be enough.
If all went well, by the end of the next decade.
He would no longer need to accept any alchemy commissions and could devote himself entirely to secluded cultivation.
There's also that treasure in Zhu Wanshou's possession. By the next time I emerge from seclusion, he'll probably have reached the end of his lifespan. Even if he hasn't passed away, he won't be far from it, Li Ping thought.
The Fourth-Tier Armor-Making Art would allow him to master the craft of refining battle armor.
A suitable suit of battle armor might not send his combat strength soaring, but it would improve his ability to survive to some extent. At a critical moment, it might even save his life.
Once Zhu Wanshou passed away, acquiring that treasure at a high price should not be much of a problem.
"Cultivate, cultivate!"
Li Ping turned and returned to the training room, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes, immersing himself in arduous cultivation.
Throughout his cultivation, everything remained peaceful.
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