Upon forming his Dao Heart, Wang Chen felt as if he had shed a burden of ten thousand jin.
His entire being was much relaxed.
In fact, his Dao Mind was quite rogue-ish, deeply imbibed with the essence of the yellow school of thought.
However, for a transmigrator from a modern civilized society, such a Dao Mind was the most fitting for himself.
"I only do what I think is right!"
This would not conflict with the beliefs he had formed over more than twenty years of his previous life.
With such conviction, Wang Chen was also able to subdue the Heavenly Dragon within his heart, preventing it from causing trouble!
He began to take stock of the gains from this adventure.
From the storage bag of the Black-faced Cultivator, Wang Chen took out several hundred Low Spirit and thousands of Fragmented Spirit Stones.
Besides Spirit Stones, there was nothing else!
Without a doubt, these Spirit Stones were all acquired from "selling" the rice seeds.
