Time kept passing slowly. The times were of peace, and Xu Ming could cultivate without any difficulty. He didn't need to go to any mission, nor did he have to do anything else for the sects. He was living a comfortable life.
Xu ming received the resources from the sect, which were in the forms of Qi crystals that were useless for him. He couldn't use them at all, so they kept going in his storage ring. He had tens of thousands of Qi Crystals, and this number only kept increasing every month.
The sect master did not disturb him uselessly either and only met him once in a while to talk to Xu Ming about his cultivations. He wanted to help more, but Xu Ming never came to ask him for any help ever. He just assumed that Xu Ming didn't like asking for help; still, he went to his courtyard every month of his own volition.
Another year passed away. The same routine continued for Xu Ming for the next year as well.