Nanyang Prefecture, Shanglin Ward.
On the western side of the spacious residence stood an Octagonal Pavilion, surrounded by an artificially dug pond.
The pond connected through an underground channel to the nearby Luo River, its water flowing slowly.
The water quality was excellent and clear to the bottom. Fish could occasionally be seen darting beneath the surface.
Chen Mu wore a gray robe, his hair tied up with a strip of gray cloth.
Leaning against a pillar, he sat on the bench at the edge of the pavilion, his right leg resting over his left knee.
Then he held his right foot and examined it closely.
After picking at his right foot, then his left, Chen Mu sighed. "Soul Force is hard to nurture."
Ever since he had cultivated Soul Force, he had maintained a balanced daily diet, constantly eaten nourishing medicinal meals, and occasionally drunk specially prepared dairy products. The Divine Intent and Breathing Method had never been neglected either.
Yet after a month, the soybean-sized Soul Force had not changed in the slightest.
Jie Jia, sitting beside the stone table beneath the pavilion, wore a look of utter disgust. "Soul Force can travel throughout your entire body. Why are you so fixated on staring at your toes?!"
Chen Mu froze, his face flushing with embarrassment. "I forgot!"
Jie Jia: "..."
Chen Mu calmly put his shoes and socks back on, moved the Soul Force to his palm, and continued observing it.
"Can a hundred years really bring Soul Nurturing to mastery?" Chen Mu was deeply skeptical. "Wouldn't you be nearly dead by the time you succeeded?"
"Yes." Jie Jia lowered his head and replied indifferently, "Whether you die or not, you'll know once you succeed."
"Can an Armor Soul extend one's lifespan too?" Chen Mu became interested.
But