Han Yu lowered his gaze slightly, appearing to think, though in reality his mind had already begun racing through possibilities.
Wealth?
Meaningless.
He had more than he could spend. Entire cities could be bought and sold with what he controlled. Spirit stones, blood stones, rare materials… they had long ceased to excite him.
Fame?
He already had it. His name carried weight across the sect. Even elders treated him with caution.
Cultivation techniques?
He had the Inheritance Stelae. A treasure far beyond what most in the sect could even dream of. Within it lay countless techniques, many of which he had yet to fully explore. There was no need to bargain for something he could already obtain with time.
Not to mention his Soul Cultivation which was his best safeguard against death.
So what remained?
Han Yu's thoughts slowed.
He searched deeper.
What was it that he truly lacked?
What was it that he could not obtain through wealth, status, or power?
Then the answer surfaced.
