Water of Life?!
Xia Ping's eyes flickered. His heart raced too. If he could get the Water of Life to strengthen his constitution and lay the foundation for his martial arts, then his future would be boundless. Reaching the King Realm would be all but guaranteed.
After all, he remembered seeing on Giant Corporation's homepage that a single dose of the Water of Life was worth a hundred billion Federal Coins. It was an extraordinarily precious treasure, utterly beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"But, Senior, after all that, you still haven't explained why he would suppress his cultivation for three years," a freshman asked, getting to the heart of the matter.
The senior student said gravely, "It's simple. The Cloud Mist Mountain Range is a mythic ruin. Even now, humanity has no way to control that place or unravel its secrets."
"We only know two things. First, the Cloud Mist Mountain Range opens once every four years. Second, anyone who enters must be no stronger than the peak of the Ninth Heaven of Martial Artist Realm."
"If someone has reached the Martial Master Realm or beyond, they'll never be able to enter again. Anyone who dares force their way in will be crushed to dust at once by the mysterious power inside."
He explained the reason.
"I see. No wonder Senior Mu suppressed his cultivation for a full three years. He wanted to enter the Cloud Mist Mountain Range."
"It only opens once every four years. If he misses this opportunity, he'll have to wait another four. Looks like Senior Mu is determined to get in."
"He's really ruthless with himself. Who could do that—suppress his cultivation for three years just for this one opportunity? An ordinary martial artist would've reached the Martial Master Realm by now. He must've