Sweeping Away Like Rotten Wood

After learning from her father about higher realms of cultivation and witnessing firsthand the unimaginable might an individual could wield, Song Chang'an's heart surged and swayed, and she could not calm herself for a long while.

Compared to a lifespan stretching hundreds of thousands of years and the power to move mountains and overturn seas, what did this little hardship amount to?

Her father had climbed step by step through thorns all alone to reach his current heights. They had the superior conditions he provided, and he had raised their potential to astonishing levels. Could it be that they still could not reach their father's height?

Although her father possessed memories of his previous life, he had started from scratch in this life. With a Human Race body of limited potential, he had forcibly shattered one limit after another, rising to become a Middle Third Rank cultivator. How could they not work hard?

And once they advanced to the Middle Third Rank, what would the so-called young geniuses of the Human Race today amount to?

After Song Ankang personally taught her a lesson, Song Chang'an finally settled down. She no longer felt that things were too harsh, and she devoted most of each day to cultivation. Her cultivation realm began rising at an unimaginable pace, and she soon caught up to Tang Shi and Song Xia. Before long, she would even surpass them.

Tang Shi and Song Xia had to spend part of their time on other matters, so they could not devote as much time to cultivation as Song Chang'an. After all, the Tang Family and the imperial family respectively raised Tang Shi and Song Xia as successors. Naturally, they could not become martial madmen who only knew how to cultivate.

Of course, Song Ankang would not raise all