Wang Yue staggered back to the True Disciple residence. The moment he shut the door, the shock he had been holding down surged over him like a tidal wave.
Juyong Pass had fallen, the Hundred Thousand Mountains had undergone an abnormal change, and the sect and the imperial court had turned against each other. Every single matter reeked of the peril of national ruin and racial extinction.
Wang Yue braced himself against the table and caught his breath for a moment. Then a fierce light suddenly burst from his eyes. "The chaotic age has arrived. Weakness means death and oblivion. If I can't train myself to death, then I'll train as if I'm dying!"
Before his words had even faded, Wang Yue contacted his Vital Essence Body, which answered with a trace of laziness.
"Seven Kill Profound Edge Strength—the cultivation of three mid-grade strengths is yours."
Wang Yue's tone was icy, leaving no room for negotiation. "It is fine if you are usually a little loose and carefree, but before I perfect the four strengths, I want to see these three strengths completed."
"If you cannot do it, then do not even think about acting freely in the future. You can only cultivate alongside me, day and night without rest."
The Vital Essence Body curled his lips. Though unwilling, he sensed the resolve in Wang Yue's voice and muttered a few complaints. "I know, I know..."
"But let me remind you: among the powerful clans in the various counties around Spirit Seeking Prefecture, more than half have already been corrupted by the Heavenly Pole Cult of the Zhao Kingdom. They are secretly helping transport provisions and weapons."
The Vital Essence Body looked toward the distant mountains and continued, "The Zhao Kingdom has nearly gone mad with conscription. They are not