Exploring Immortality Cultivation-Chapter 304 - 58: Sages, Once Again Emulating the Sages

Ancient Method Practitioner ≈ Poor ≈ Not worth robbing = Hillbilly; this equation was basically accepted in the eyes of Modern Cultivators.

The reason is simple, using Earth's sociological terms, it's due to the gap in productivity. Ancient emperors possessed the wealth of the world, yet their material conditions couldn't match that of modern ordinary households, because the production level at that time was just so. That's the greatness of productivity.

The four Ancient Method Practitioner Wang Qi had killed, according to Zhen Chan's appraisal, were all elites, at the level of Great Sect true inheritors. Their collections justified their elite status; collectively, they had over eight hundred natural spirit stones, twenty-two bottles of various elixirs, each bottle containing at least ten. Additionally, they had twenty-six pieces of heavenly and earthly treasures like star steel, Xuanchi iron, Black Heart Stone, Water Essence, twelve portions of essence fruits, Golden Ginseng Flower and other spirit grasses and spiritual medicines, and forty-nine Innate Divine Seals of demon beasts.

Then, all these… were completely useless.

After mastering the method of "Borrowing Heaven and Earth" to gather Outer Heaven Spiritual Energy, Modern Cultivators didn't need spirit stones to aid in cultivation. As for using them to power arrays—what a joke, could you use something as unstable in spiritual energy content and output power as natural spirit stones? Everyone uses spirit pools, okay!

Heavenly and earthly treasures, frankly speaking, were somewhat useful, but their value was really low! The essence of these heavenly and earthly treasures was just ordinary chemical substances plus specific intrinsic forms of spiritual energy. After understanding atomic theory and Spirit Energy Theory, any heavenly and earthly treasure could be produced on a large industrial scale, and their consistent quality would be better than that of crudely processed natural heavenly and earthly treasures. Those materials that the four Ancient Method Practitioners treasured, could only sell for about a hundred Hundred Stone Spirit Qi in the Modern Immortal Path.

The same logic applied to elixirs. Modern Cultivators basically had no use for cultivation-improving elixirs, and given the over two thousand years of technological gap, there was even less use for healing ones.

As for the Innate Divine Seals of demon beasts, a condensation of demon essence and innate divine abilities, these weren't produced by the Immortal Alliance—because they were just too low-level. Ancient Method Practitioners hunted Innate Divine Seals because their spells were far inferior to the naturally formed innate divine abilities of demon beasts, and whether for refining themselves or making magic artifacts, Innate Divine Seals were a good choice. But for Modern Cultivators, the situation was reversed. Modern spells were stronger than demon innate abilities.

In summary, Wang Qi's this "murder and plunder" yielded a pile of low-level goods that were neither usable nor sellable.

This outcome left me quite dissatisfied, lamenting over "someone else's protagonist." According to the unwritten rules of online novels, after the protagonist kills someone, they always manage to find some particularly useful items from the enemy's body, either godly gear or items that trigger epic quests. How come when it's my turn, all I get is a pile of trash?

Watching Hou Benli beside me still lamenting about being born in the wrong era, Wang Qi thought it was better not to smash his beautiful illusions about the "past" with harsh truths. Although this kid was both stupendously stupid and a keyboard warrior, he was a decent person; better not shatter his beautiful dreams.

Divine Capital wasn't particularly large. With their travel speed, it took about half an hour to walk out of Divine Capital through the north gate. Hou Benli had other tasks, heading in a different direction from Wang Qi. He handed Wang Qi a bell-shaped pendant, saying, "This is a magic artifact from that Senior Brother; it was originally a pair and could sense each other. With this, you can follow the signal to find the place. When the other person sees the item in your hand, they'll know who you are."

"Thanks," Wang Qi took the bell, turned, and headed north.

Since they had moved away from the densely populated city and didn't need to worry about startling others, Wang Qi simply dashed away. About half an hour later, he followed the bell's signal to the location.

"Really now, where is the person?" After landing, Wang Qi looked around but didn't see anyone: "I think we agreed to meet in the morning. How can one be a scientist if they are not punctual?"

As soon as he spoke, Wang Qi felt something was off.

It seemed he was not supposed to meet the other party at a better time and place, but was supposed to meet through sensing the magic artifact's location.

The bell's signal pointed here, indicating the person should indeed be here.

"Which Senior Brother is playing this joke on me?" Wang Qi looked around puzzled: "Hey, Senior Brother, I'm here for a part-time job, not to play with you, please withdraw your divine skills."

After calling out a few times, there still was no response.

Wang Qi asked Zhen Chan, "Old man, is someone hiding nearby?"

"I haven't sensed anything," said Zhen Chan. "The Modern laws shouldn't be magical enough to hide a Foundation Establishment Cultivator from a Mahayana Realm, right?"

"Strange indeed," Wang Qi shook the bell. This kind of magic artifact could sense each other, but it wasn't very precise, only giving a rough idea of the area.

Zhen Chan advised, "To your left, in the bushes, there's something." Following Zhen Chan's directions, Wang Qi found a belt in the bushes. A storage bag, Immortal Registration Token, and another bell were all hanging on it.

Wang Qi was dumbfounded: "What's going on here?"

How could a Cultivator's most important storage bag and Immortal Registration Token be discarded here?

Zhen Chan, experienced as he was, quickly spotted the oversight: "These bushes have been pressed down, and there's a tree on your left, do you see it? There's a scrape on it."

Wang Qi felt it: "Not a sharp weapon, but a blunt object caused this scrape."

"Sense the air again."

"There's faint demonic power," Wang Qi frowned. "Was this person attacked by a demon beast?"

That shouldn't be the case, right? The Immortal Alliance's laws prohibiting animals from becoming spirits without permission were enforced very strictly; it was impossible for a demon beast of Spirit Awakening Stage or higher to be near human settlements. Even in protected areas, Core Formation demon beasts were scarce and kept under surveillance, basically with no chance of attacking humans.

But...this Senior Brother, supposedly a True Inheritor of Tianling Ridge, was attacked by a demon beast? And even lost his belt?

Ahead of Wang Qi was a shallow pit, another freshly made trace. The scratch marks were spaced a few meters apart. Soon, Wang Qi saw two entangled figures in the distance.

It was a man and a bull. The two were wrestling in a patch of mud. The demon bull, excited, roared and charged at the man who took the hit with his forehead, then grabbed the bull's body with both hands. They started wrestling, almost cheek to cheek, the muscles on their arms trembling from the exertion. The man shouted, "Enough of this, kid," and pushed the barbaric bull back. The bull staggered two steps before charging at the man again.

This was a primal fight.

Wang Qi would bet his life it was primal. Because the man was wearing nothing.

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Cough, cough, to clarify, I have no intention of maliciously blackening Beifeng.

I have obtained authorization from Beifeng with tears.