A month had passed since Elder Qing Shan of the Purple Cloud Alchemy Association had given his ultimatum to Kent King. Since then, Kent had spent his days in closed-door cultivation, seeking to strengthen his foundation and push his Earth Immortal Wizard abilities to the next level.
But reality had struck him like a cold slap to the face.
Cultivation—without resources—was a slow, grueling process. Even with his unparalleled comprehension and talent, advancing in cultivation required a constant supply of rare herbs, spiritual liquids, and divine treasures to refine his energy.
Without those, even a genius like him would take thousands of years to break through.
"This isn't going to work," Kent muttered, stretching his arms as he leaned against his chair. "I need a steady source of high-quality resources, and I can't rely on those alchemy bastards."
His thoughts drifted toward another potential path to power—weapon crafting.
