The girls aren't fragrant?
"My level rose too quickly. I'd just gotten ready to cultivate our feelings a little, but somehow I became an Eighth-Grade cultivator." Song Shuhang replied.
Two months ago, when Song Shuhang had been in the Seventh-Grade Realm, he had still planned to follow Senior Three-Eyed Youth's instructions: spend more time tempering himself in the Seventh-Grade Realm, carefully study the 'True Illusion' function, and lay a solid foundation for his future advancement to the Ninth Grade and the condensation of his own Dao of Longevity.
However, even though he had done everything he could to temper himself in the Seventh-Grade Realm, he still hadn't lasted a month before advancing to the true Eighth-Grade Realm and graduating from being a 'Counterfeit Profound Sage'.
He hadn't even had time to warm up their feelings...
"A cultivator's life consists of cultivation and secluded meditation. Sometimes I'm in seclusion, and sometimes she's in seclusion. There's nothing to be done about it. After all, only those who can endure loneliness can become big shots among cultivators." Song Shuhang added.
Stele Fellow Daoist questioned, "Are you serious?"
Ever since I followed White Master's orders and accompanied you on your daring journey across the world, I haven't seen you seclude yourself for even a month like a true cultivator!
Mom Song: "..."
She glanced at her son. Looking at the several beauties hanging onto him and keeping him company, a thought of hating iron for not becoming steel surged in her heart.
This monkey—couldn't he take a look at the abundant human resources around him?
Just the three great beauties hanging onto him were enough: Creation Fairy, Merit Snake Beauty, and the Fairy who was hugging her son's neck with great affection.
There was even a Black-Skinned Soft Feather hiding in his shadow.
Apparently,