Qin Yan glanced out the window. It was only afternoon, and the sun still hung high in the sky.
There were still several hours before the room rental expired. He could not waste them.
Five Mystic Points a day—every second was money. He had to make full use of it.
Qin Yan swung the long spear in his hand. Strands of Extinction Qi coiled around its tip.
The black aura was like a living thing, slithering over the spearhead and leaving faint traces in the air.
As the spear moved, bursts of explosive cracks immediately rang out within the room.
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Time slowly passed.
Qin Yan immersed himself in cultivation, forgetting the passage of time.
He practiced the Silence Spear Intent over and over again.
It was not until dawn that Qin Yan finally ended his cultivation and left the room.
By then, his Silence Spear Intent progress had reached 3%.
An increase of 2%.
From 1% to 3% in one afternoon and one night—while this pace was not as astonishing as when he had first comprehended it, it was still very fast.
As he pushed open the door, a crisp chill washed over him.
Moonlight was sparse, with wisps of it spilling over the Mystic Sanctuary and cloaking the entire holy land in a layer of silvery radiance.
The distant peaks flickered in and out of sight beneath the moonlight, while nearby trees cast mottled shadows. Everything seemed so tranquil and beautiful.
Yet the entire Mystic Sanctuary was far from deserted.
Under the moonlight, Martial Artists descended Spear Mountain in groups of two or three, whispering to one another.
Some looked exhausted, some were full of spirit, some sighed dejectedly, and