Red Sleeve Nascent Soul

Heavenfrost Sect.

Zhong Lingxiu sat cross-legged, the spiritual power within him already having reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Middle Stage.

After meditating for a while, he prepared to rise and draw talismans, cultivating the hundred arts of immortality.

Before forming his core, he had been a prodigy of the Zhong Family. Whether in spiritual root aptitude or cultivation speed, he had stood among the foremost in Little Huan Sea.

Yet after entering Heavenfrost Sect, he discovered that while his aptitude was not mediocre, neither was it particularly outstanding.

After forming his core, he found that cultivators of his generation either possessed exceptional talent, astonishing backgrounds, or extraordinarily high comprehension... some even had all three. He was truly lost among the masses.

"Nascent Soul Late Stage is probably the limit of this life for me..."

"I'd better devote myself to studying the hundred arts of immortality..."

Zhong Lingxiu ground the cinnabar ink and began drawing a mid-grade talisman.

He focused his mind, stilled his breath, and raised his brush...

Just as the final stroke was about to fall—Dong! Dong! Dong!

A thunderous bell suddenly rang out!

Zhong Lingxiu's brush paused, and the unfinished mid-grade talisman instantly burst into flames...

Sizzle, sizzle!

His brow furrowed slightly as he casually swept a sleeve.

A layer of bone-chilling cold swept past. The talisman and flames instantly became countless icy fragments, without even a wisp of green smoke rising.

Ignoring this, Zhong Lingxiu left his cave abode and headed straight for the sect's main hall.

At the head of the hall sat an old man in white robes. His features were imposing, his beard streamed in the air, and terrifying waves of magical power radiated from him. He was none other than Heavenfrost Old Monster, at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage!

"Greetings, Master!"