That evening arrived in the blink of an eye.
In the darkness of the night.
Xu Lei, who still hadn't figured out an excuse to leave home, was sitting cross-legged in his room, quietly focused on his Cultivation.
Suddenly, smoke was blown in through a small tube under the crack of his door.
'Hm?'
Xu Lei's brow furrowed. 'What's going on?'
Xu Lei was about to act.
After all, he didn't know what this smoke was.
If it was poison gas, he and his family could all be killed.
But as he'd thought before, even though it would consume some of his Magical Power...
...with 9,998 lifetimes' worth of Xu Lei to draw from, he wasn't panicking.
He could inherit the Cultivation of his past lives!
He just needed to stack a few lifetimes, and he would probably become a top-tier expert.
With such vast reserves, if he didn't act when his family was in danger, would he even be human?
Other Daoist or Buddhist cultivators only had a hundred coins to their name.
