Qing Xu the "Braggart"

"What about the master of Taixu Temple? Why hasn't he come for revenge yet? I've waited so long the flowers are practically withering."

Qing Xu was bored out of his mind. Zhi Xia and the old man had long immersed themselves in cultivation, while Qin needed to comprehend the Great Dao. No one was around to play with him.

Unlike Qin, he did not need to immerse himself in comprehending the Great Dao. As a Primordial Chaos Great Luo, and one who came from the Return to Void, his laws had already begun adapting to this world's rules.

Given enough time, he could automatically recover his strength. He had only discovered this not long ago.

Thus, Zhi Xia's phone became his toy.

"He's a clever man. If he hasn't figured out my strength, he probably won't dare come."

Qin had thought villains were all somewhat brainless, but he had not expected the other party to be so patient.

"Clever? I think he's stupid. If he doesn't come while you're at your weakest, Master, then after a while, even Zhi Xia might be able to deal with them."

Qing Xu curled his lip, pulled out the phone again, and started scrolling through suggestive short videos.

Qin smiled. This fellow actually had such thoughts.

Still, Qing Xu was right. Qin had underestimated the power of Innate Spiritual Qi. In the Primordial World, the weakest beings born beneath Innate Spiritual Qi were all at least immortals.

Using such spiritual qi to temper the foundations of mortals was outrageously extravagant.

This world did not have Heavenly Dao rules like those of the Prehistoric Era. As long as there was enough spiritual qi, cultivation speed would soar.

In just over half a month, all three of them had broken through to the Refining Essence into