After seeing off the petty and highly vindictive Su Qingyue,
Ling Wuyuan looked at the jade invitation from the [Yuting Martial Arts Tournament] in his hand and shook his head lightly, caught between laughter and tears.
Compared to before,
now that he had actually gotten his hands on it,
he could tell with absolute clarity that not only was its material exceedingly expensive and rare, its entire body crafted from high-grade spirit jade, but its mere existence would automatically draw in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, creating a small blessed grotto-heaven that nourished the plants and animals within its range.
Even its craftsmanship was exceptionally refined.
Leaving aside everything else,
at the very least,
this thing's defensive power was outstanding.
Presumably,
even an ordinary cultivator in the true form realm would find it difficult to harm it in the slightest with a full-force strike.
So, in terms of sincerity alone, the [Yuting Martial Arts Tournament] had indeed gone all out. The invitation itself was enough to serve as a family heirloom for many small and medium-sized factions.
However,
after getting it in hand,
Ling Wuyuan merely gave it a couple more glances.
Then, he tossed it aside without paying it much attention.
In his eyes,
it was nothing more than some little toy.
It had no great use at all.
If not for Su Qingyue's wishes,
he probably would never even have considered attending such an event. To put it bluntly,
rather than waste time wandering around,
he might as well stay home and continue cultivating in silence.
The current him
was truly improving every day, surpassing the previous day every day.
His rate of progress was beyond anything outsiders could imagine.
Whether in terms of knowledge
or sheer destructive power,
it was the same.
He was advancing