Arrival in Xinzheng (3)

Light and darkness were both parts of a person.

Even the most perfect person could not possibly be without flaws.

Even the most evil person could not possibly be without kindness.

It was merely a matter of differing proportions.

Perhaps fifty percent to fifty percent.

Perhaps ninety-nine percent to one percent.

But no matter what, one could not deny the existence of either part simply because the balance between good and evil had been disrupted. That was Ye Qingcang's understanding.

Thus, his way of doing things was utterly unrestrained.

Yet in his heart, he still had a bottom line.

Gazing at the pitch-black night sky and the scattered stars hanging over the night curtain,

Ye Qingcang sat in a rocking chair in the small courtyard.

He rocked leisurely.

For him now, using meditation in place of sleep was not difficult.

And not just for him.

Many people could use meditation in place of sleep.

Such as Xiao Wu.

Such as Ning Rongrong.

Including, but not limited to, a Soul Grandmaster like Xiao Xiao.

That was the difference between supernatural systems.

He was not sure whether Heaven-Human Realm martial artists could use meditation in place of sleep, but Surprise Carp, a Grandmaster, clearly could not. Neither could Wei Zhuang, an Innate Martial Artist, nor martial artists of the first, second, or third rank like Zi Nu, Han Fei, and Nong Yu. As for Red Lotus, who was even further below them, there was no need to mention it.

Every supernatural system excelled in a particular area.

Take the magic system, for example.

Its practitioners were fragile as hell themselves, yet their offensive power was terrifying.

They were known as humanoid mobile artillery platforms.

But what was the reality?

Apart from those who used magic to modify their bodies or used mana