Since stepping onto the path of cultivation, Ye Tian had discovered that he was astonishingly well suited to this world.
Whether in battle or cultivation, he handled everything with ease, even feeling an eerie sense of familiarity.
Some cultivation methods gave him the feeling that he had encountered them before.
Yet whenever he truly tried to think about it, Ye Tian could never grasp that flash of inspiration. Some thoughts seemed to have sunk into the deepest part of his sea of consciousness, sealed away tightly.
That was why Ye Tian had so quickly gained a preliminary foothold in the Cultivation World.
At first, he had thought that vicious formation was undeserving of its reputation. It was vicious enough, but it did not seem to have brought him any qualitative transformation, so after walking out of it, he had felt no wild joy.
But now, as he experienced that state of a heart as still as water at every moment, he felt that everything had been worth it.
He felt exceptionally good now. Never before had there been a moment when he feared nothing, his blood boiled, and his ambitions surged to the heavens.
Most importantly, he was now confident that he could become a registered disciple in the examination at the end of the month. That was what he wanted most.
On the way back, Ye Tian felt light all over, as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted from his shoulders. Gone was the difficulty of every step that had plagued him on the way there.
After returning to Shenque Peak, Ye Tian went to Xin Chao's residence and told him that the bandits had been eliminated.
Seeing that his aura was calm as water and not a speck of dust stained his body, Xin Chao could not