He had lost battles before.
It was not as though Zhang Qingyuan had been born invincible beneath the heavens, never tasting defeat. Nor had he cultivated some crystal-clear, invincible state of mind.
He was merely an ordinary person.
An ordinary person who could succeed and could also fail.
Zhang Qingyuan had a very clear understanding of himself.
Had he not possessed a Golden Finger, had he not gained fortuitous opportunities through one adventure after another, had he not possessed an unyielding Dao Heart, he might not have made it this far today.
Compared to those monstrous geniuses blessed with extraordinary talent and aptitude, the gap in his innate qualities was simply beyond measure.
Thus, Zhang Qingyuan had never regarded losing to others or being inferior to them as some terribly significant matter.
So long as, after losing, after realizing that he was inferior to another, he knew how to draw upon the experience and lessons, reap a harvest from them, and continuously improve himself, then losing was not something unacceptable.
He could even use it as motivation and surpass the other party in one fell swoop before long.
That was enough!
This was also one of the reasons Zhang Qingyuan had not borrowed Little Fire's strength.
So long as his life and safety were not under threat, he had to defeat his enemies with his own strength, After All!
If he blindly relied on external power, it would After All do no good for his self-cultivation.
It was precisely this clear awareness that allowed Zhang Qingyuan to continually improve along the path of cultivation, while tempering his state of mind into something even more resolute.
Naturally, Zhang Qingyuan would not suffer any blow from this defeat.
As he was now, if he relied only on his own strength, he could