The matter at Wenxian Temple did not weigh on Li Qingqiu's mind. He did not even ask much about the spirit mine, because there were far too many things worth his consideration.
Only if his disciples could not resolve it would he need to personally look into the matter.
After drinking a pot of wine at Lingxiao Courtyard, Li Qingqiu finally left.
He planned to cultivate his divine abilities. Recently, aside from meditating and absorbing qi, he had devoted all his other cultivation time to studying the Extreme Movement Technique and the Immortal Absolute Three Swords.
Defeating the Sword Master remained his personal goal. He had not even set his sights on the inheritance of Tai Jue Sect; he simply wanted to defeat the Sword Master.
Time flew by.
The years passed like an arrow.
In the blink of an eye, a year went by.
Another early autumn arrived.
Li Qingqiu once again sat at the long table in Lingxiao Courtyard, drinking wine as he listened to Chu Jing and Xiao Wuqing report on the sect's affairs.
Li Qingqiu rarely intervened personally in the sect's affairs now. Chu Jing and Xiao Wuqing had become his eyes, acting on his behalf, but every so often he still personally visited the various peaks to put his disciples at ease.
He had reached the sixth layer of the Spiritual Sense Realm, yet he had still lost to the Sword Master that morning. It left him somewhat glum.
But with [Righteous Qi], his spirits would not sink too low. He was simply a little stumped.
"Everywhere across the Nine Provinces now has spirit mines. There are more than forty in total, and a steady stream of Spirit Stones is being sent to the Tai Kun Mountain Range. It's just that things haven't gone