"While everyone else was clear-eyed, I alone was muddled."
"A century of vicissitudes—smiling as I watched the tides rise and fall."
On Moon Gazing Island, Qin Ming reclined in a wooden chair beneath a spirit peach tree, with the Devouring Sky Rat and Silver Fox attending him by burning incense and brewing tea.
His gaze drifted toward the spirit farmers tilling the spirit fields below the island, and he felt utterly at ease.
Now that the spirit veins within his Lesser Spirit Realm had all been raised to the environment of fifth-rank spirit veins, there was naturally no need for him to risk his life seeking treasure in a place of great peril like Mount Yuanji.
As Old Demon Qingyang had put it, as long as he steadily farmed and cultivated, the great Dao of Spirit Transformation would be within reach.
These days, the island had also grown much quieter, and the Nascent Soul fellow Daoists coming to visit had gradually become far fewer.
Otherwise, Qin Ming would have had quite the headache as well.
"Being too outstanding is a nuisance too. They're all here to ask me to form a team."
During this time,
Qin Ming reckoned that cultivators had already entered Mount Yuanji. Old monsters like Cloud Fishing Old Man, who possessed secret information, would certainly be one step ahead of everyone else.
He idly toyed with that Yuanji Token, his eyes flickering as he considered whether to sell it. Such a treasure would surely fetch a fine price.
Those Nascent Soul fellow Daoists who were fighting tooth and nail, racking their brains to enter Mount Yuanji, would definitely be willing to pay any price for it.
Just as he was pondering this, a streak of azure light flashed past outside and landed beyond Moon Gazing Island.
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