Early the next morning.
Dawn had barely broken, and a streak of fish-belly white appeared on the horizon.
Lingxi Peak was still shrouded in a thin morning mist when Yang Jing rose early, brimming with energy.
Before long, a disciple from the Dining Hall delivered a steaming breakfast right on time.
Yang Jing ate a simple breakfast, tidied away his bowl and chopsticks, and made a few preparations before rising and walking briskly toward the training room area.
The training room area was the heart of the Profound Truth Sect disciples' daily cultivation. Ordinarily, disciples gathered there in droves, and the place bustled with fervent cultivation everywhere.
Now, however, the vast majority of the sect's disciples were still away on missions. Few had returned, leaving the expansive training room area somewhat deserted.
With unhurried steps, Yang Jing crossed the empty central Martial Training Ground and headed straight for his private Grade-A Training Room.
Yang Jing raised a hand and pushed open the heavy door. The instant he stepped inside, Heaven and Earth origin energy so dense it seemed almost tangible rushed into his face, carrying the rich, mellow warmth of exotic beast musk.
It lingered around him and flowed into every limb and bone with each breath, slowly opening the pores all over his body and filling him with indescribable comfort.
That long-missed sensation of being immersed in dense origin energy, with every inch of his meridians nourished, instantly stirred Yang Jing's excitement.
During his time away from the sect, Heaven and Earth origin energy had been exceedingly sparse. Without the training rooms' dedicated formations and exotic beast musk to assist him, his cultivation had slowed considerably, and he could only rely on pills to maintain a certain degree of efficiency.
For precisely that reason, the sect's training rooms had