Well, let's save that for later.
Right now, the most important thing is figuring out what to do next. He couldn't just live a mediocre life, tending to the spirit fields until old age.
Even the previous owner of this body struggled for a better future, even if he ultimately failed.
"From my observations and personal experience over the past three weeks, I've come to understand the life of a low-tier Qi Refining Loose Cultivator."
"It's absolutely brutal and pitiful. If you don't strive for every single moment, you will never advance."
"With no background, no resources, and barely scraping by just to afford a spoonful of rice, how can one dream of reaching the path of immortality?"
Mortals see cultivators as gods, capable of moving mountains and soaring through the skies.
But the harsh reality is that loose cultivators like me are nothing more than lowly ants, insignificant in the eyes of true cultivators.
"I need to construct a plan for my future."
"The talisman craft will be continued. It would be foolish to abandon something I already have a foundation in."
"I don't need to waste spirit stones learning a new skill. Also, I must break through to the 4th Layer of Qi Refining,it's essential to my plan."
"It's not safe here. Even though there are patrol guards, they are merely low-tier Qi Refining cultivators, barely capable of fending off rogue cultivators and bandits."
Thinking of bandits, he casually glanced at the storage bag tied to his waist.
Inside, there were only 9 spirit stones left, a few healing pills, several bundles of talisman paper, and a talisman brush with ink.
If a rogue cultivator were to rob me…
Upon seeing my pitiful belongings, they might just hand the bag back to me or maybe even toss me a few spirit stones out of pity.
"Haa..." He sighed.
The original owner had spent nearly all of his spirit stones on pills to breakthrough yet he still failed and ultimately died.
Now, with nothing left, there was only one option.
"I need to get a job."
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