Du Yuanhe rambled for a while, then left with Yue Xianxian.
He had to go back and help Yue Xianxian deal with the aftermath of killing a True Disciple. Though it had been a private grudge, a True Disciple was still a True Disciple. Killing one so openly was bound to cause some trouble.
Han Yuan, meanwhile, returned to the Cultivation Room.
He tossed Wangcai into the Cultivation Room next door and told it to figure out how to break through on its own. Wangcai no longer needed spiritual energy; as long as it found the right opportunity, it could break through.
Han Yuan sat cross-legged on his meditation cushion, lost in thought.
Old Man Du had told him to visit the Skill Transmission Hall more often, but his circumstances had long since become utterly unrecognizable compared to those of ordinary cultivators. Although his cultivation art was still the "Ancient Wood Nourishing Spirit Art," it was vastly different now.
Yet its fundamental core remained the same.
"So the 'spirit' in the Ancient Wood Nourishing Spirit Art refers to Spiritual Sense? Had I been cultivating it wrong before? No, the cultivation art itself must contain several layers of meaning. First, it nurtures the spirituality of spirit plants. Second, it enhances the nimbleness of spiritual power. Third, it nurtures the spirituality of the Wood Spirit Heart. Fourth, it nurtures one's own Spiritual Sense. This cultivation art was simplified from the Jianmu Immortal Codex, so the true meaning it contains is clearly far from simple."
Han Yuan's gaze suddenly fell upon a Storage Pouch containing black fruit.
"Since the Perfection Level hinges on Spiritual Sense, and these Ghost Fruits permanently improve the effects of Spiritual Sense cultivation, then as the saying goes, if one wishes to do a good job, one must first