He had assumed the wedding would begin soon. Since he had already passed the three trials, even if Madam Xue's maternal relatives were unwilling, they could only pinch their noses and accept it.
Yet to his surprise, he ended up staying for half a year, with no sign of movement at all.
During that time, Madam Xue came by once. Though her expression remained calm and she merely asked how he had been living and whether there was anything he found unfamiliar, the faint emotions she revealed still made it clear that she was far from as composed as she appeared.
Watching Madam Xue leave after soothing him, Li Su remained quite calm.
It might sound a little unkind to say so, but over these past six months, he had actually been living quite well.
First of all, the environment.
No one disturbed him, and there was no danger.
He rose with the sun and rested at sunset.
This was good. This was the environment cultivation should have. All that fighting and killing was simply not the life a cultivator ought to lead.
What did cultivation seek?
The Dao, and longevity.
What did either of those things have to do with fighting and killing?
Absolutely nothing!
In truth, if one spent all day fighting and killing, what Dao was there to seek? What longevity was there to pursue?
Then came cultivation.
And honestly, his current rhythm was quite good.
After all, unless he encountered something like an Otherworld Dao Fruit that could be swiftly absorbed and directly transformed into innate Dao patterns, accelerating his cultivation was extremely difficult.
It was not that his flesh-and-blood avatars had reached their limit, but that the innate Dao patterns had a limit.
The twelve million innate Dao patterns within him were now nearly running