Divine Deer Sect.
A mountain peak surrounded by seven-colored clouds and mist.
Fang Meiyun was sitting atop the mountain with a group of disciples, cultivating.
After being at the Divine Deer Sect for so long, the Fist Sect management who had come with her had all improved their cultivation considerably.
The Central Divine Continent was already abundant in spiritual energy, and the Divine Deer Sect was one of the finest blessed lands and heavenly grottos.
Cultivating in such an environment, everyone naturally advanced at a tremendous pace. It was nothing like cultivating down below—like being reborn as a Beijing native taking the college entrance exams.
"Sect Master, Zhaodi and the other two will return in another half month. Their preaching trip seems to have gone rather well. The female cultivators of the Central Divine Continent have far better foundations than the sisters we recruited down below before."
A Fist Sect elder approached Fang Meiyun, who was meditating cross-legged, and reported.
This Fist Sect elder had a shriveled figure, eyebrows so faint they were nearly nonexistent, and high, protruding cheekbones. According to physiognomy, high cheekbones meant one could kill one's husband without a blade.
Before joining the Fist Sect, she had been unable to find a Dao companion for a full thousand years because of her unattractive appearance, husband-cursing high cheekbones, and foul temper.
It was not until she met Fang Meiyun and grasped the true meaning of the Fist Sect that she began taking pride in her high cheekbones!
"Mm. Once they return, you can head out again. The female cultivators of the Central Divine Continent do indeed have much better foundations. The spiritual energy here is simply too rich."
A smile appeared on Fang Meiyun's fat, grease-glistening face.
After arriving in the Central Divine Continent, she had discovered that