For ten days straight, Xu Yan's daily routine gradually settled into place.
Every morning, he practiced body-tempering arts. With the aid of Meridian-Penetrating Pills, he broke through his turbid meridians, opening forty-two sections so far.
Xu Yan's physical strength grew increasingly terrifying. He felt like a fierce tiger brimming with power, each move and stance making the air howl beneath his blows.
Over those ten days, he set up a stall in the Writing Carries the Dao market every day, helping others resolve their doubts.
In the process, his name became particularly renowned throughout Cloudflower Immortal Market.
This was because Xu Yan interpreted Primordial Script at an astonishing speed. A five-thousand-character scroll of Primordial Script could be translated in no more than two hours. Even the Confucian scholars of Great Yin Academy—veteran students who had studied for years—would need at least a day to translate a scroll of Primordial Script, consulting numerous Daoist texts to ensure complete accuracy.
Xu Yan, on the other hand, was not only fast, but his error rate was terrifyingly low.
By comparison, Xu Yan became all the more astonishing.
The title of "Moat Dragon prodigy of Primordial Script" had spread all the way to the imperial capital, Dragon City, becoming ever more resounding within the Writing Carries the Dao market!
Every day, the moment Xu Yan set up his stall, numerous cultivators gathered around him at once, an unbroken stream of people filling the area.
Some sincerely sought him out to interpret Primordial Script, while others did not even bother to pretend, directly offering Xu Yan thousand-year earthly treasures in hopes of befriending him. Naturally, Xu Yan politely refused them all.
Take another's money, and one must ward off disaster for them. Having come to Dragon City, Xu Yan no longer represented only himself. Behind