Time flowed on, and in the blink of an eye, three years had passed.
At the original site of Yang Family Stockade, in the mountains behind it, (Please remember Taiwan Novel Network → for the fastest chapter updates.)
Shen Changchuan, now as tall as a boy of fourteen or fifteen, sat cross-legged atop the cliff peak where the hunter's cabin stood. Facing the morning glow, he drew in qi, refined true qi, and circulated it through the heavenly cycle.
As his true qi circulated, the air around Shen Changchuan's body warped in visible ripples.
A vast, terrifying aura slowly billowed up like flames.
No one knew how much time passed, before Shen Changchuan finally stopped cultivating and drew his awareness back from his meditative immersion.
He opened his eyes.
Deep within his pupils, vortices so profound that no end could be seen seemed to turn.
"After three years of effort, I've finally reached this point."
"Even the creator of Flowing Water Qigong might not have been able to attain the level I stand at today!"
Feeling the surging true qi within him, vast as a river's flood and stretching on without end, Shen Changchuan could not help but let out a long breath.
His true qi turned into a thread of white mist that lingered in the air for a long while without dispersing!
Three years ago, after finally obtaining qigong and gaining access to this world's system of supernatural power, Shen Changchuan had left Nanyang Commandery City. In the end, he returned once more to the mountains where Yang Family Stockade was located.
For him at the time, his next goal was nothing more than cultivation—studying qigong, studying force, and quietly waiting for his body to grow.
For such things, it was better to stay somewhere far from the