While Li Ping secluded himself in arduous cultivation.
Before he knew it, three years had flashed past.
The bluestone hall doors creaked open, and Li Ping stepped out.
Throughout his cultivation, Meng Wanjun had remained outside the hall.
Hearing him emerge, she hurried over. "Young master, you're out!"
Li Ping smiled and nodded, his gaze falling on the Storage Bag in her hand.
Presenting it to him, Meng Wanjun hastily explained, "Young master, Mousie found quite a few high-tier spirit materials over these three years. They're all here."
When he had arrived in this part of the Cultivation World three years ago, Li Ping had laid down a formation and buried all the remains of the living beings slaughtered by Ten Thousand Souls High Person.
Then, even as he entered secluded cultivation, he had not forgotten to set his little treasure-hunting squad to work.
Except for the Scarlet Flood Dragon, who needed to get into condition for an attempt at transformation, the Earth Spirit Mouse and Mountain-Suppressing Softshell Turtle had begun searching this region for treasures under the Desolate Fire Sparrow's leadership.
Judging by the bulging Storage Bag his little secretary handed over, the three little ones had enjoyed a bountiful three years.
With a slight beckoning motion, Li Ping drew the Storage Bag into his palm. A sweep of his divine sense examined the dozens of materials inside.
Most were third-tier spirit materials, of little use to him.
Several spirit herbs among them, however, gave Li Ping a pleasant surprise.
Although they were not particularly old, they were the principal ingredients in several ancient pill recipes and had long since vanished from the outside world.
If he could cultivate them into Ten-Thousand-Year Spirit Herbs and refine them into pills, they would be a considerable help in his future cultivation