After a night of heavy drinking, everyone was strong of body and formidable in power. Even those who followed the mage path, once they reached the Saint realm, possessed bodies not much weaker than ordinary Heaven-rank warriors. Their souls were also exceptionally tough; a little wine was no different from plain water to them.
As a flush of red appeared over the eastern horizon, the disciples of the various families, Lin Qi among them, emerged from the camp and found suitable places for their morning training. Even upon reaching the Saint realm—even the peak of the Saint Master realm—one's strength would not grow out of thin air without grueling tempering.
Other than lucky fellows like Lin Qi, whose strength had not been earned through bitter, painstaking cultivation?
But then again, among these hundred-odd disciples from various families on Frostleaf Island, every one of them had reached the strength of a Saint Warrior or even Saint Master before turning fifty. Compared to ordinary people, their cultivation had been far easier. With the full support of the mighty families behind them, their paths of cultivation had naturally been smooth and open.
His immense spiritual power blanketed all of Frostleaf Island. After discerning the distribution of elemental energy across the small island, Lin Qi gave Princess Qingli and the others a few instructions, then leaped up and turned into a gale as he raced toward the main peak at the island's center. Elysian Heaven drifted lightly alongside him, curiously looking about as they went. From time to time, she yawned, and her drowsy, misty-eyed appearance was utterly endearing.
The tallest peak on Frostleaf Island was only a few hundred meters high. When Lin Qi reached its foot, he sprang into the air, his body shooting hundreds of meters skyward before crashing heavily onto