Li Qingqiu spent a day selecting thirty True Disciples at the third layer of the Nourishing Yuan Realm to accompany Xu Ning to the Central Heaven Continent.
The next day, he selected another thirty disciples with high loyalty and cultivation at the second layer of the Nourishing Yuan Realm to accompany Jiang Zhaoxia and Li Dongyue to Tianji Mountain.
For the Qingxiao Sect as it stood now, losing sixty-three disciples did not affect its overall atmosphere. New disciples joined the Qingxiao Sect every day, while others descended the mountain or climbed it. Just as in worldly affairs, there would always be newcomers who took the stage and stirred the winds and clouds.
In the days that followed, Li Qingqiu no longer ran about. Instead, he devoted most of his time to cultivation.
The eighth layer of the Nourishing Yuan Realm was far from enough for him. Not only did he have to break through to the ninth layer, he also had to explore the even higher Spiritual Sense Realm.
The outside world was in chaos, with armies and famine everywhere. Within Qingxiao Mountain, its own stories were unfolding as well. New geniuses kept emerging, and their stories inspired the disciples to train harder.
Midsummer arrived, and the weather grew hot.
Covered in sweat, Cheng San returned to the small courtyard. Now fifteen, his body was much sturdier than before he had come up the mountain. Back then, he had looked even frailer than others his age.
"Big Sis, I'm back," Cheng San shouted.
Clang.
A room door swung open, and a fair, delicate-looking young woman walked out. It was Cheng Xiu.
Back then, when Li Sifeng had descended the mountain to seize the Emperor Profound Sword, he had saved the siblings. During the escape that followed, he had suffered serious