It was just for the money at first, but eventually it was for the thrill. He used his skill and raw talent on doing work for gangs. He could've used it for much more.

Conquering territories alone. He was famous now, but he had no disciples. 

He recruited young men by holding a sword to their neck. 

Even with all of his disciples he felt lonely. His disciples were nice to him out of fear. But it felt uncomfortable and unnatural. 

Eventually he wandered out of territory for water to fill his bowl of emptiness. 

He tried swimming. Didn't like it.

He tried singing. Didn't like it.

He tried cooking. Didn't like it.

He tried planting. He liked it.

He started from the beginning, planting small flowers. 

Soon he owned flower fields and nurseries.

He felt fulfilled, and most of all famous.