Inside the training room.
Yang Jing abruptly rose from the meditation cushion, his sudden movement stirring the air around him.
The confusion and restlessness in his eyes had long since vanished, replaced by a rock-solid resolve.
His defeat in the contest for Top Potential Seed was merely a small hurdle on the long martial path, not its end.
He firmly believed that as long as he pressed forward along his chosen course and cast aside every distracting thought, he would be the one laughing last.
Yang Jing silently calculated that without the exotic beast musk in the Grade-A Training Room, his cultivation would slow somewhat.
But with the resources of the Grade-B Training Room and his own tireless efforts, he would surely hone the Mountain-Splitting Seal to the Peak Qi-Devouring Realm within a month. Then he could strike while the momentum lasted and attempt to reach the qi-nourishing realm.
Once the Mountain-Splitting Seal broke through first, he could cultivate from that higher vantage point, greatly increasing his efficiency with the Indestructible True Art and Crossing the River. Their subsequent breakthroughs would come as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
When all Three True Arts had entered the qi-nourishing realm, he was confident that even against Heavenly Prodigies on the level of each branch's Senior Brother or Senior Sister, he would at least be able to put up a fight, even if he could not win. He would no longer be a junior whose potential others could judge at will.
Yang Jing drew a deep breath. The internal qi surging in his chest gradually settled, and with a solemn, resolute expression, he strode to the center of the training room.
He planted his feet shoulder-width apart and sank his qi into his dantian. Three streams of internal qi slowly began