In terms of the strength of his divine soul...
Li Ping was not even inferior to a Nascent Soul cultivator. As his flying boat sped over the Eastern Sea, his vast divine sense spread out, enveloping a radius of sixty to seventy li.
Along the way, whenever he encountered humans or the foreign races of the Eastern Sea, he avoided them in advance to spare himself any conflict.
It was not that he was afraid. He simply could not be bothered to act.
While steering the flying boat onward, Li Ping took out the storage bags of the nine Core Formation cultivators he had killed and inventoried his gains.
Twelve Core Formation cultivators had taken part in the plot to ambush Li Ping, excluding Wei Yiling and Feng Xishuang, who had switched sides at the last moment.
Of the remaining two late-stage Core Formation cultivators, the black-robed elder had ultimately died beneath the treasures of Wei Yiling and her sister, and his storage bag had fallen into their hands.
In other words, only one of the nine storage bags in his possession belonged to a late-stage Core Formation cultivator. The rest had come from early- and middle-stage cultivators.
Once he finished sorting everything, Li Ping had another nine treasures "of unknown provenance" in his storage bag, leaving him momentarily speechless.
Apart from those, there were over five hundred thousand spirit stones, along with large quantities of second- and third-tier spirit herbs and other materials.
He had only recently spent a fortune on two batches of fourth-tier spirit materials, yet now his storage bag was full again. He shook his head slightly and sighed inwardly. I can't spend them all. I really can't! These spirit stones seem to have eyes, flying straight into my storage bag.
Li Ping did not actually