Wang Yang stared fixedly at Chen Changqing, his eyes full of disbelief.
Others might not have paid much attention to Chen Changqing, but Wang Yang knew Chen Changqing's situation extremely well.
Back when Chen Changqing had first arrived at Qingxiao Valley, Wang Yang had been the first to approach him and strike up a friendship.
Only later had he learned that Chen Changqing, like himself, was a disciple of the Outer Sect Seventh Courtyard, naturally bringing them even closer.
Besides that, Wang Yang also knew something else.
Chen Changqing had entered the Inner Sect as the champion of the Outer Disciple Grand Competition.
Precisely because of this, Wang Yang had paid Chen Changqing special attention.
And after watching Chen Changqing for some time,
Wang Yang had discovered in shock
that Chen Changqing seemed not to have cultivated at all.
Every day, he was either sleeping soundly in his room, going outside to bask in the sun, or lying on the grass and watching the clouds roll and drift.
At first, Wang Yang had thought Chen Changqing was being somewhat lax in his cultivation.
Several times, he had even wanted to go over and remind Chen Changqing not to covet pleasure and comfort.
Yet now, Chen Changqing had actually broken through to the Core Formation Realm.
This left Wang Yang feeling utterly incredulous.
"Junior Brother Chen is someone too lazy even to meditate. How did he break through?"
Wang Yang muttered to himself, unable to make sense of it no matter how he thought about it.
What shocked him even more was that
when Chen Changqing had entered the Inner Sect, he had only been at Foundation Establishment Early Stage.
How long had it been? He had directly formed his core!
Forget not cultivating—even if one cultivated desperately,
breaking through to