There were also some messages inviting him to cultivate at their camps.
This was not currying favor or anything. Lu Ye was now burdened with trouble, especially after reaching Spirit Stream Rank One. Myriad Demon Ridge's determination to kill him had only grown stronger. No matter which sect's camp he went to cultivate in, he would bring them little benefit; the only likely outcome was that they would be jointly targeted by Myriad Demon Ridge.
Lu Ye naturally refused all those invitations.
Myriad Poison Forest was his best hiding place for now. As long as he stayed hidden here and did not show himself, Myriad Demon Ridge would never find him. Yet he could strike out at any time and catch them off guard.
Although the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy here was not particularly dense, as long as Lu Ye had enough Spiritual Pills, his cultivation speed would not be too slow.
After ending the communication, Lu Ye focused on drinking his porridge.
Hua Ci came every day to treat his injuries. In just three days, Lu Ye had largely recovered.
He cultivated and read during his spare time. His days suddenly became peaceful, free from all the previous disturbances. To his surprise, Lu Ye discovered that he adapted rather well to this kind of life. He even liked it.
Only then did he realize that, deep down, he was not someone who liked stirring up trouble. Compared with a life of danger and excitement, he longed more for peace and tranquility.
But... once one entered the jianghu, one's body no longer belonged to oneself!
In the small courtyard outside the wooden hut, Lu Ye held the Crag Mountain Saber. Spiritual Power boiled around him, surging wildly into the blade.
During his recent climb through the rankings, he had