Only then did he spit the few young women who had been swimming about in his mouth, mixed with spring water, into his palm. Squatting down, he gently placed them among the rocks beneath the mountain stream.
Zhao Yishi crouched down and looked over the young women, whose faces were full of disbelief and shock, then said in a deep, muffled voice.
"Really, I should thank you."
"During the third trial of the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm last time, some fucking idiot before me said he'd drunk piss. At least I had something to build on."
"It's just that this habit isn't very good. Keep it tighter in the future."
"I've got something to do, so I'll be leaving first. I'll entertain you again next time."
With that said.
Zhao Yishi's enormous body stepped through the air, lotuses blooming beneath his feet with every step. Before long, he vanished into the clouds.
Only several young women remained behind, their thin gauze robes soaked through. Standing where they were, they stared in the direction Zhao Yishi had disappeared, their eyes filled with bewilderment and terror.
Dawn broke.
Chen Qiu, who had spent the entire night cultivating cross-legged on the bed, slowly opened his eyes as he sensed the sunlight beyond the window.
The changes brought by this single night had been considerable.
The realm he had broken through twice in a single day had been stabilized quite a bit.
He looked inward at his body.
His Dao Foundation appeared much brighter than before, and far more solid as well.
At the very least, the aura of unstable cultivation and chaotic spiritual energy was no longer visible around him.
He looked at the spiritual energy dancing over his fingertips like flames, then at the teacup on the rosewood table, and flicked his