Under the sunlight,
Jiang Ding had trained for two hours straight, yet the spiritual power of the pill in his stomach had not run out. It continued to seep out little by little at an unhurried pace, exceedingly gentle and easy to absorb.
"Tenfold!"
Shock filled Jiang Ding's eyes.
"The perfected Young Eagle Takes Flight Sword Art, combined with a cultivation pill, can increase my training speed tenfold. One day of training equals ten days of hard work."
"Today, I finally got a taste of how fast a prodigy cultivates."
It took him some time to calm his surging emotions.
"I have five pills. They can cut more than a month off the time it'll take me to reach the Greater Celestial Circuit... Once they're gone, a little more training should bring me halfway through it. With a thousand strands of each of the twelve primary meridians tempered and nourished, I can start tackling the bottleneck of the eight extraordinary meridians."
Still, it was a pity. He had only had three century-old spirit ginseng roots, and all were gone.
The only places that might have more were in the hands of the major powers.
"Should I?"
Killing intent flared in Jiang Ding, then he snuffed it out.
"No. Other people have plenty of good things. Am I going to rob them of every last one? That's asking to die."
"Besides, it's not indispensable. I can manage it with enough time. I only need to stay safe. I can't sacrifice the root for the branches."
His heart slowly settled.
Knock, knock, knock!
Long San's knock had always been heavier than Huang Deyou's. This time, it was more urgent too.
"Come in."
Long San entered in a slight panic and carefully shut the courtyard gate. He cupped his hands. "Young master, today's