Shen Fei stood in the courtyard for a while. The morning light had already made the moss on the courtyard walls gleam, and dew dripped from the tips of the locust tree's leaves, striking the bluestone paving and spreading into tiny dark circles.
He rolled his shoulders, turned back into his room, and sat down at the table to go over his plans in his head.
Half a month of confinement was neither long nor short, but it was just enough time to sort out the few matters he had on hand.
His cultivation was the most pressing concern. He was now at gold rank 4-star, only one final step away from five-star, but that step would require enough strength to kick through the barrier.
Relying solely on his daily cultivation technique to absorb spiritual energy from heaven and earth was too slow. He might not even reach the threshold of five-star by the time his confinement ended.
He needed outside assistance. The fastest method was to devour Dark Attribute Demon Spirits, directly refining and absorbing the spiritual power stored within them. It was several times more efficient than seated cultivation.
At that thought, Shen Fei rose, left his room, and looked around from the courtyard entrance.
The old steward was in the front courtyard, directing several servants as they moved flowerpots and straightened the potted plants that the wind had knocked askew. Shen Fei walked over, stood beneath the covered walkway, and called, "Uncle Zhang, could you come here for a moment?"
Hearing him, the old steward brushed the dirt off his hands and hurried over. "Young master, what can I do for you?"
Shen Fei checked that no one was nearby and lowered his voice. "Uncle Zhang, please go to the Black Market and buy some Demon Spirits