A note on the poem Yu Ningsheng wrote for Ning Xiaochuan in the previous chapter—"I hate that you are not like the bright moon over the riverside tower." Some readers did not understand what it meant. It means: I hate that you are not like the bright moon hanging high above the riverside tower. No matter how people drift north, south, east, or west, the bright moon stays with them and never parts. I hate that you are like the bright moon hanging high above the riverside tower—no sooner is it full than it wanes again. When the bright moon becomes full once more, who knows how long one must wait?
Ning Xiaochuan put away the letter, sat cross-legged on one of the Stone Beds, and began cultivating his profound qi.
Cultivate diligently!
Grow stronger!
Ning Xiaochuan cast aside all distracting thoughts and began cultivating. Only by becoming powerful could he seize control of his own fate—and the fates of others.
Thirty young martial artists lived in this stone room. The other martial artists entered one after another and immediately began cultivating as well, without speaking to one another.
With so many people here, Ning Xiaochuan did not use the Gold Thread Purple Wood Box for cultivation. Once such a treasure was exposed, it would inevitably draw greedy eyes. Though his cultivation was high, if several people attacked him at once, he might not be able to withstand them.
Therefore, Ning Xiaochuan could only cultivate "Heaven and Earth Profound Qi."
He had already cultivated "Heaven and Earth Profound Qi" to the third level, allowing him to absorb profound qi at four times the normal speed. Given his current cultivation, that speed was not slow, but it was certainly not fast either.
*By refining Earth Martial Essence Qi, I can