Becoming Smaller

Wen Xu had not wanted to accept them, but the Sect Master said that only a bastard would refuse a bargain. They should just take whatever came from the Golden Cauldron Pavilion and not feel guilty about it. Bian Chunchou and Chen Zui had been sent gifts as well, and none of them were allowed to return them.

Since the sect had accepted them, they kept them. However, Wen Xu was currently focusing on Body Tempering, so he still used the practice sword Senior Brother Zheng Jin had given him.

Recently, though, he had increased the weight of the blade. Wen Xu could clearly feel his body growing stronger—at the very least, it was far better than when he had been in the Mortal Realm.

Back when he had been preparing for the imperial examinations, he had exercised often as well. But his foundation had been weak since childhood. After every examination, he had usually needed to be carried out, and he would fall ill for a couple of days each time. Thinking about it now, he had only been in the Cultivation Realm for a short while, yet those days felt as distant as events from a past life.

But as for revenge, he would never let his enemies live carefree into their next lives.

He still had to cultivate harder. Wen Xu warned himself inwardly that he had to attain Golden Core before the age of fifty. Otherwise, even if he returned, the resentment in his heart would never dissipate.

"What are you thinking about? You look so bitter and hatred-filled that your brows could crush a passing flying crane."

Wen Xu put away his sword. "Master is joking. This disciple cannot defeat the passing spirit-crane senior brothers."

Divine Venerable Cheng Wei crouched atop a snow-covered boulder. "Oh,