Now that he had settled on his primary weapon for the future, Tang Ping wasted no time and threw himself into grueling cultivation, day and night.
The road of cultivation was long and seemingly endless. Boredom and loneliness were constant companions. Whenever he felt restless, he would meet up with Luo Xiaoyu for a while, either chatting to relieve the tedium or sparring a little, just to break up the monotony of cultivation.
The only thing that frustrated him was that Luo Xiaoyu often urged him to find someone else, saying she was having trouble keeping up with her husband's growth in strength.
As for jealousy, she said she was a traditional woman and absolutely wouldn't mind.
In the Cultivation Room.
People all said that the feeling of growing stronger was indescribably wonderful. But only those who had truly embarked on the path of cultivation understood that most of their time was spent building up their strength in silence.
It was like studying hard for years. Without exams to measure your progress, you could never tell whether your efforts were building toward a breakthrough or going to waste.
Tang Ping was secretly glad he had a trump card like the Proficiency Panel.
Otherwise, he would probably have been just like countless ordinary people, gradually losing heart as he struggled on with no end in sight. In the end, disheartened by all his "effort with no reward," he would have given up, become an utterly unremarkable nobody, and stumbled through an ordinary life.
Sometimes, talent really was an insurmountable chasm. Without talent, even the most diligent efforts could vanish without a trace. Accepting reality might well be the most helpless outcome.
Fortunately, Tang Ping had been blessed with exceptional advantages. Since he had such heaven-defying opportunities, he had no reason to