He could barely manage to make his intuition a bit more precise; for instance, if he had a premonition that something bad was about to happen to him, he would generally attribute it to having run into some extra tribulations in his destiny.
After all, he, Qian Wufang, could not be considered a "pure-blooded" ancient cultivator; he was merely an amateur who had turned to ancient cultivation halfway through his life. Much of the historical heritage of ancient cultivation was completely unknown to him, and even if he did know of it, he had no way to access it.
There was simply no help for it: poverty for ancient cultivation, wealth for evolution, and nobility for ascension.
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