Difficulty Is, Am I a Calamity Star?

It was early morning, and the rising sun had just appeared.

The sun slowly climbed from the east. Golden rays pierced the morning mist and spilled across the lofty mountains.

Su Fan sat cross-legged atop an isolated peak. Bathed in the warm sunlight, he felt incomparably comfortable.

During this period, he went into the mountains around the market town every day to cultivate several Dao arts he had just learned.

But these Nascent Soul Stage Dao Arts consumed an enormous amount of energy. If he used them while in the Void Refinement Realm, just a few casts would drain all of Su Fan's magic power.

Grinding these Dao arts was no easy task. After several days, he had made virtually no progress.

In truth, cultivators in this Cultivation World rarely trained their skills by grinding data as he did. Once cultivators became familiar with and mastered a technique, they basically stopped paying attention to it.

If Su Fan did not have the Game Panel, he would be just like everyone else. Who would be willing to repetitively and tediously hone Dao arts every single day?

When Su Fan had recovered most of his magic power, he stood up from the ground, intending to continue casting his Dao arts.

At that moment, the Communication Formation Disk at his waist began to tremble slightly. He took it off and glanced at it, discovering that the message had been sent by Shen Fang.

"Big brother, what are you doing..."

There was no need to guess. That fellow was certainly bored out of his skull and had no idea what to do.

Although the two had not seen each other for a long time, Shen Fang contacted him every few days. It was never anything serious—he just prattled on and chatted nonsense.

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