'The Enduring demon sect was said to have techniques that directly affected the bloodlines of its members.'
Noah thought as he neared the slave with a peculiar body.
Icy Cascade didn't even try to stop him, those Credits were more than enough to cover for the work of one cultivator.
Noah could guess that the cultivator from the Wardens was rising issues on purpose, but he didn't care if the Empire wanted to use that chance to rip him off.
Money was useless in his mind, and he was rich anyway, he could casually throw even a few millions of Credits without blinking.
The slave didn't even notice his presence, he just kept on breaking the surface of the dark-gray mountain with the pickaxe in his grasp.
Noah applied a bit of pressure with his mental sphere, and the man became confused for a moment.
Yet, it immediately resumed its work when his mind stabilized.
'Rank 3 body, rank 2 dantian, and rank 1 sea of consciousness… The Empire even forces them to cultivate.'
