Huu~!
Letting out a breath, Li Su slowly opened his eyes.
Things had gone far better than he had expected.
He had thought it would take a month to heal his injuries, but he had still underestimated the "New Method." Even though it had broken off midway and the patterns of Dao principles had collapsed, that did not mean Li Su had been sent back to square one.
In fact, he had already set foot in the transcendent realm. From the moment he began cultivating the New Method, he had already embarked upon the path.
Though those Dao-principle patterns had shattered, they had not vanished. Instead, they had flowed into his flesh and blood, where they were absorbed by his cells.
These unformed patterns were weak and few in number, but transcendent was transcendent. Coupled with his exceptionally robust physique, they had still brought him some improvement.
As a result, his recovery ability had increased considerably. In just around twenty days, he had fully recovered.
Although ten days remained, he did not intend to keep staying here.
First, the academy's atmosphere had changed dramatically. Quite a few instructors had disappeared, and many students had received extremely severe punishments.
But most importantly, he had rested enough. His mind had fully recovered, and that exhaustion from over twenty days ago was gone.
So he left his room, returned to the place where his enlightenment had been interrupted, and once again resumed the solitary peculiar practice he had undertaken eight years ago.
Clearly, this time no students came looking to cause trouble for him.
Although the academy's punishment of those elders—and even the students—was ostensibly more about the "New Method," seeming to have not the slightest thing to do with Li Su himself, basically no one saw it that way.
What a joke.