The Soul Nurturing Bead floated before him.
Sage Xuanji chuckled. "Well, my disciple? How did that feel?"
Little Stone wiped the blood from his face, only to tug at his wounds and grimace in pain. "It hurt... but I'm still alive."
"That Silver Back Bear had only just entered the Qi-Blood Realm. It wasn't very intelligent, relying on instinct and its physical strength alone, yet it still left you in such a sorry state. If you were on the tournament stage, facing those Ancestral Land prodigies who had cultivated profound methods and mastered powerful martial techniques, how many moves do you think you could last?"
Sage Xuanji's tone was calm, but every word pricked Little Stone like a needle.
At his words, Little Stone shuddered and struggled to sit up.
"I understand, Master."
His voice was hoarse, but unusually firm.
"Tomorrow, I'll go again!"
"Now there's a promising pupil..."
The next day, Little Stone set out again at dawn and didn't return until dusk, covered in wounds.
The third day...
The fourth day...
The seventh day...
The eighth day...
"Master, today I exchanged a move with that Silver Back Bear."
Little Stone's eyes were alight with excitement.
Eight days ago, he wouldn't even have dared to dream of it.
That was a great demon in the Qi-Blood Realm.
"Not bad. You've made great progress."
A rare note of approval crept into Sage Xuanji's voice.
He had watched Little Stone's efforts these past few days.
Even without him as a master, this little fellow was destined for greatness!
After treating his wounds with a few herbs, Little Stone began to cultivate.
He hadn't even been cultivating for an hour when he suddenly opened his eyes. Overcome with excitement, he flailed about as he cried to Sage Xuanji, "Master, I can feel