The next day, dawn had barely broken.
As the first light pierced the thin mist over Lingxi Peak and fell across the stone paths of Azure No. 4 Courtyard, Yang Jing was already up.
He filled a copper basin with cold Mountain Spring Well Water from the well and scooped it up to wash his face. The icy touch instantly dispelled his lingering drowsiness, leaving his eyes clearer still.
Once he had finished his simple morning wash, a servant disciple from the Dining Hall delivered breakfast on schedule: a large plate of steaming Fine Exotic Beast Meat, two refreshing side dishes, and a meat patty.
Though hardly extravagant, the ingredients contained pure vital essence, making them ideal for a martial artist to replenish his strength in the morning.
Yang Jing wolfed down the meal, set aside his bowl and chopsticks, and immediately left, hurrying toward the Training Room area halfway up the peak.
The closer he came to the Peak Qi-Devouring Realm, the more clearly he could sense the bottleneck barring his way into the Qi-Nourishing Realm, and the stronger his longing and urgency became.
He wished he could train relentlessly, day and night, shatter those shackles sooner, and truly enter the ranks of the finest disciples.
When he reached the Training Room area, the sky had only just begun to turn fish-belly white. A dim yellow light already shone inside the wooden house serving as the management office.
Yang Jing walked straight inside, took his Sect Token from his robe, and held it up before the steward, Zhang Jian. "Junior Brother Zhang, I'd like to rent the Grade-B No. 3 Training Room for one day."
Zhang Jian quickly took the token and scanned it over a jade plate specially made by the sect. After deducting one thousand contribution points,