It had been a month since Aaron rented a dwelling in East Gate Market.
He still had not broken through the bottleneck of late-stage Qi Refinement, but Aaron was in no hurry.
The transition from mid-stage Qi Refinement to late-stage was a minor leap, and naturally, it would not be so easy to break through.
With his previous experience of breaking through, all he needed to do each day was temper his spiritual power and make slow attempts.
Yet vaguely, he could already sense signs of the barrier loosening. That was already quite fast.
"With the double support of spirit rice and a spirit vein, it really is different..."
"Even without eating spirit rice, in an environment like this, perhaps I would need only six or seven years to cultivate the original sixth layer of the Primal Unity Art to completion!"
"And the spiritual energy in the market is merely second-rate. The place where the East Gate Family resides is where the spirit vein's energy is truly most concentrated..."
"No comparison, no comparison at all..."
After finishing today's practice, Aaron strolled leisurely out of his room and wandered through the market.
After his daily, unwavering cultivation hours, he still had plenty of spare time. He used it to quietly observe, blend into the market, and become familiar with several nearby neighbors.
Such things could not be rushed. Fortunately, he was not in a rush at all.
"Well, if it isn't Old Master Zhou?"
At that moment, an elderly man slowly emerged from a cave dwelling not far away. He wore a pitch-black Daoist robe, and both his hair and beard were white with age.
He had a goatee and a lean, refined face. His cultivation was around the fifth or sixth layer.
"So it's little brother Fang."
Old Master Zhou