Qin Shaofeng's eyes lit up again.
His thirty years of secluded cultivation had indeed fused everything together, but it had only forged a foundation. To truly meld it all into one, seclusion alone could never achieve it. What he needed from now on was a great deal of battle to temper himself.
The old man's words had made it seem as though there was no hope in sight.
Yet when the willow trees cast shade, another village appeared.
Wu Yun had so quickly given him another path. This was the first time he had heard of the Martial Tempering Arena. Since there was a place where he could clash with all his strength, with an opponent of comparable combat power, he was naturally more than willing.
"Good. Come find me in seven days."
Qin Shaofeng nodded gladly.
Only then did Wu Yun and the others hurry away.
What Qin Shaofeng had heard before was indeed true. Those who could come to this world were all young people. Many had begun entertaining thoughts of competing for Ximen Bingning's favor because of her, but they would not make such a scene over it.
Perhaps such things would still happen, but at the very least, not openly.
Once everyone had dispersed,
Qin Shaofeng led the three women toward the mountaintop.
When he saw the main hall from afar, it had seemed no different from what he expected. Yet upon truly arriving, Qin Shaofeng finally realized how wrong he had been.
Every hall stood at least a thousand zhang tall. Apart from several main halls and side halls, the rest were all pavilions filled with rooms.
The pavilions were clearly not residences assigned to individuals, but merely temporary lodgings for those cultivating here.
Yet that was precisely the issue.
To Qin Shaofeng, any random