Comprehending Daoist Chen's Soul-Losing Sword Intent! Might to Kill Across Realms?

After lunch, Gu Qingfeng had been cultivating the "Great Dongkong Heart Formula."

Every newly inducted outer disciple like them had a copy of this manual. Who knew how many times it had been copied?

The first time information about the "Yi-Wood Golden Core Feeding Formula" had appeared in Gu Qingfeng's sea of consciousness was when he had been cultivating in the training room, so absorbed that he forgot food and sleep.

By his reckoning, information and Reversal of Cost for things like cultivation methods would generally only appear after he had gotten started.

Whether reversing the "Yi-Wood Golden Core Feeding Formula" or the "Liver-Severing Qi-Killing Pill," Gu Qingfeng had done so quickly and smoothly.

This was the Returning Ruins, after all—the Returning Ruins where sinister arts, demonic arts, and poisonous pills ran rampant.

If sinister arts and demonic arts were not fast, what the hell kind of sinister or demonic arts were they?

What was more, these several successful experiences had convinced Gu Qingfeng that he himself was a genius.

A genius blessed with world-shaking wisdom, even.

He felt that he could get started before nightfall.

Compared to Gu Qingfeng's diligence, the other six were much more lax.

In their understanding, cultivation could not be rushed; haste did not bring success. There was no need to hurry over this moment or that.

Besides, even if they got started ahead of time, so what? How much could it really change?

Whether it was cultivation methods or climbing step by step to greater heights within the sect, it was all water grinding through stone. It required brains and connections; it was not something haste could force into being.

The more anxious one was, the easier it was to suffer cultivation deviation and ruin one's state of mind instead.

This fake "Great Dongkong