Northern Frontier Cultivation World, Fire Crow Market.
Within an elegant little courtyard stood a three-story Red Pavilion. Inside one of its guest rooms, Wang Qingjun sat cross-legged on a red cushion, his eyes tightly shut. Clusters of Crimson Flame drifted through the air like stars scattered across the sky.
After a while, as though guided by something, the Crimson Flames began to whirl rapidly, merging into a giant fireball the size of a carriage wheel that radiated a towering heatwave.
Wang Qingjun abruptly opened his eyes, a flash of red light shooting from them as the giant fireball slammed into the wall.
Rumble!
A dazzling red light lit up across the wall, which remained completely unharmed. The giant fireball dispersed and vanished.
"Still at Core Formation Layer 4. Looks like I've hit a bottleneck."
Wang Qingjun muttered to himself, his brow furrowing tightly. He had been in the Northern Frontier Cultivation World for twenty years, spending most of his time cultivating at his residence while Wang Yingying managed the business affairs.
Aside from the family's support, Wang Mingren and Ximen Feng had taken especially good care of him. Otherwise, he would not have reached Core Formation Layer 4 so quickly. However, he had now encountered a bottleneck. Such situations were not uncommon in the cultivation world; blindly cultivating in seclusion would not do either.
Wang Qingjun rose and walked out. He had barely left his residence when he suddenly sensed something. Taking out a palm-sized red magic disk, he formed a hand seal. A respectful male voice abruptly sounded, "Senior Liu, Lady Thousand Moon was among those who destroyed the Jiang Family. Should we continue investigating?"
"No. Stop here. You have done well. After some time, I will send someone to contact you."
Wang Qingjun said coldly. His mission in