On the way back to Dingbaqi Manor, Tao Yi's words kept echoing through Wang Ba's mind.
Especially after he learned that the city whose inhabitants had been slaughtered to the last person was precisely the place he had chosen to settle after leaving the Sect.
At that thought, he felt powerless, but he could not help feeling fortunate as well.
Fortunately, with so many Qi Refining disciples around these past few days, he had not managed to leave the Sect. If he really had left, there was probably a very high chance he would have died there without ever knowing why.
After all, anyone who dared infiltrate an enemy nation to carry out a massacre had to be at least a true Foundation Establishment cultivator.
Before a true Foundation Establishment cultivator, even if Jia Seven broke through to high grade, she would be no more than a mantis raising its forelegs against a chariot.
At that moment, he understood the cruelty of this world more clearly.
In a world where immense power could reside in a single person, if he did not find ways to strengthen himself, he would probably sooner or later die an innocent, wretched death, just like the residents of that city.
I have to step up my collection of lifespan!
The sooner he formed a Spiritual Root, the sooner he could enter the true world of cultivation.
On his way back, he passed North Pine Market and found that it had not closed yet, so he took a look around.
At several grain shops, he spent all the Spirit Stones he had, obtaining more than 270 sick chickens on the verge of death and more than 120 sick ducks.
Colorful Ducks had somewhat longer lifespans than Precious Chickens, and each could provide him with nearly three