Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, several months had gone by.
On the surface, the Great Qian Kingdom remained peaceful throughout this time, as though nothing had happened. It was as still as a lake.
But every cultivator knew that beneath that peaceful surface ran a raging underground river.
That river was like a vast cage, locking the entire Great Qian Kingdom firmly inside.
Every cultivator was caught in its current, as though shackles had clamped around them and left them no way to break free.
Within that undercurrent, the cultivators sensed not only grave danger but also a powerful drive to improve.
They trained desperately, and every one of them made enormous progress.
While they threw themselves into training, the Great Qian Kingdom continued to function as it always had.
No one knew when danger would descend, or whether they could withstand it when it did.
But everyone understood one thing: if they failed to raise their strength to its limit before danger came, even the smallest threat could leave them unable to rise again.
So there was only one thing they could do: keep improving until they were as strong as possible.
While they trained furiously, Qin An spent the same period grinding proficiency with equal intensity.
No one disturbed him. Unless a matter threatened the imminent destruction of the Great Qian Kingdom, someone else handled it, no matter how serious it was.
And his relentless training brought tremendous gains.
Inside his room, Qin An slowly opened his eyes. A sharp gleam flashed in them.
A line of smoke gathered before him.
Like incense smoke rising before a shrine, it continued to gather until it formed a fresh line of text.
``` [Scholar Lv. 29 (0/180000): Your reading speed has greatly increased; you never forget