Am I the only good person in this cultivation world?

"We took two from the owl's claws earlier, used one up, and the other..."

Yao Han reached into his robes and pulled out a light blue spirit stone.

"On my person."

"There are 178 in total, so there should be 176 left, right?"

"How come there are 177 in this bag?!"

"Did I miscount?"

Am I really that careless?

Yao Han's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with doubt. He moved his divine sense in and out of the animal skin bag, carefully counting each item one by one in the bag's space, afraid of making a mistake. He almost exhausted himself counting.

"There are indeed 177 yuan in here."

"It seems I was careless before; I need to be more careful."

He threw himself back into practicing the Fiery Light Technique.

However, after this ordeal, the idea of ​​using spirit stones to accelerate cultivation was temporarily shelved.

This bag is a bit strange... I wonder if there's anything odd about these spirit stones.

Silent all night.

The next morning.

"How did it become 178??"

Is this reasonable??

Yao Han made a decision: to take all the spirit stones out of the animal skin bag and put them into another ordinary storage bag.

On the morning of the third day.

As soon as he finished practicing, he couldn't wait to put his divine sense into the bag.

Within the familiar gray mist, a spirit stone suddenly appeared in the very center of the space, crystal clear and exceptionally beautiful.

He immediately took out the spirit stone, held it in his hand and examined it carefully. It was indeed a spirit stone, with blue light surging and pure spiritual power, and it was of excellent quality.

Yao Han was completely dumbfounded.

He had cultivated immortality his whole life, but he had never seen anything like this before.

This isn't some animal skin bag, it's a golden goblet!

One spirit stone produced daily, and it's a superior grade!

This bag can be said to produce a hundred spirit stones a day!

Yao Han felt like he was going crazy; no one would believe him if he said this.

Is this something that can exist in this world?

He had wondered what might be unique about the bag, but he never expected it to be this unique.

Yao Han stared intently at the animal skin bag in his hand, his heart pounding with restlessness, and it took him a long time to calm down.

He opened the window and took a deep breath in the moonlight.

Thinking about it carefully, there aren't actually that many high-quality spirit stones produced daily.

All told, there are only 365 in a year.

Leaving aside those Nascent Soul cultivators who move about at great heights, even the mid-to-late Core Formation elders of major sects can earn more than that amount in a year.

The reason why inferior spirit stones are mostly used by Qi Refining and some Foundation Establishment cultivators is that they are no longer needed in higher realms.

At the very least, Core Formation cultivators trade directly with high-quality spirit stones.

After pondering for a long time, Yao Han realized that the greatest use of this animal skin bag was actually to help him quickly transition on the path to restoring his cultivation.

With this ever-growing pool of spirit stones, he could focus on seclusion without wasting time on making money.

Magical artifacts, elixirs, talismans, array plates—anything useful for cultivation, as long as its grade isn't too high, can be obtained directly with spirit stones, giving him the ability to protect himself.

Once one's cultivation level recovers to the Core Formation stage, or reaches an even higher realm, this thing becomes practically useless and no longer that important.

Thinking about it this way, this animal skin bag doesn't seem so extraordinary after all.

Yao Han was more concerned about the gray mist space inside the bag, and the barrier that was hindering divine sense.

He vaguely felt that this animal skin bag probably held many more secrets, and if his cultivation advanced further, he might be able to uncover its true nature.

Ultimately, it comes down to a lack of personal strength.

Keep practicing.

"A storage bag that can earn money on its own, that's truly amazing. In that case, calling it a beast-skin bag would be beneath you. Let's call it the 'Universe Bag'."

Yao Han casually came up with a name, then put it into his chest and picked up the book "Blazing Light Technique" again.

He used to practice a martial art called "Three Ghosts Revolving Wheel Technique".

Despite having "ghost" in its name, it has nothing to do with ghost cultivation techniques; instead, it's a kind of demonic art that allows for rapid mastery. This technique uses the combined forces of Yin and Demonic energies to infuse the body, enabling practitioners to quickly break through bottlenecks. Otherwise, given his pseudo-spiritual root aptitude in his previous life, it would have been a pipe dream for him to form his core on his own.

While the Three Ghosts Revolving Wheel Technique is powerful, its side effects are also quite obvious:

Every three months, one must take extremely yang and fiery pills to suppress the violent power of the foreign demonic energy in the body; otherwise, one's meridians will become dislocated, blood will flow from the seven orifices, and one will explode and die. Even if one continues to take pills, it will make the cultivator manic, impulsive, and bloodthirsty.

In his previous life, Yao Han suffered a lot in order to cultivate this demonic art. That's how he developed his alchemy skills.

Even so, the elixirs were still insufficient.

To survive, he tried every possible means, resorting to swindling and deception. He was often beaten bloody and chased by others.

Now, I finally don't have to suffer like this anymore.

He has decided to abandon the Three Ghosts Revolving Technique altogether and start over, one step at a time.

People only know that cultivators ride the wind on swords, living a carefree and elegant life, but they don't know the hardships and filth behind it.

Having spent nearly a hundred years in the cultivation world, Yao Han knew very well that this place was never some kind of paradise on earth.

The four realms above Qi Refining are all huge hurdles for cultivators. To advance further in cultivation, one needs talent, background, Dharma partners, wealth, and location.

But most people in this world are just unfortunate souls with no way to advance in their careers.

Many independent cultivators waste their entire lives merely refining their qi, and after a hundred years, they turn into a handful of dust along with mortals.

Yao Han came from a poor background and understood this principle very well.

Because the path to immortality is difficult, one must seize every opportunity that comes their way.

He stayed in Jiangjia Village for three days. During those three days, while studying the Qiankun Bag, he had already read the book "Blazing Light Technique" countless times, memorizing every word and sentence.

Yao Han did not disregard it because it was a basic technique; on the contrary, he studied it diligently.

In his previous life, he was impatient and reckless, and he had never actually practiced the Five Elements Techniques when he was cultivating his Qi.

Outside the window, bamboo shadows dappled and a gentle breeze rustled; inside, a young man sat cross-legged, the candlelight the only light.

After a long while, he put down the book, closed his eyes, and entered a meditative state.

Eyes slightly closed, mouth murmuring, five points facing upwards, fingers changing gestures.

As the energy flowed, faint rays of spiritual light entered his body, half from the surrounding void and half from the spirit stones placed in front of him.

These spiritual energies of heaven and earth flow like gentle streams into the acupoints, through the meridians, circulating throughout the body and nourishing the dantian.

It transforms from formless to tangible, from colorless to golden, carrying a fierce and sharp energy that spreads to every part of the body.

As the cultivation technique circulated, the golden light in his dantian became even more dazzling.

An hour later, Yao Han opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.

Second level of Qi Refining!