The Great River Town Convoy

Lin Fan walked alone to the open space in the courtyard. The great battle had only just ended, and the several hundred strands of Inner Qi within him had yet to fully recover. Although his cultivation had already entered the Bright Force Realm, the battle and the activation of the ultra-high-speed cultivation acceleration had left dull aches lingering throughout his muscles and bones.

He retrieved his Hundred-Forged Longspear, its shaft gleaming with a cold metallic sheen beneath the sunlight.

Although the longspear had been of limited use against the opponent's overwhelming barrage of Inner Qi attacks, it was still excellent for familiarizing himself with his own strength and honing his control over it.

Lin Fan gave his wrist a slight shake, and the longspear hummed with a faint tremor.

A fierce spear wind swept outward, sending the branches and leaves of the osmanthus tree in the courtyard rustling down. Lin Fan stepped forward one pace at a time, slowly unfolding each spear form. This time, he did not pursue speed. With every move and stance, he deliberately guided the Inner Qi of the Bright Force Realm through the spear shaft, carefully feeling out the measure and force of the circulating power.

The sunlight slowly shifted, and the shadows on the ground gradually tilted.

After practicing who knew how many times, a thin sheen of sweat had formed on Lin Fan's brow before he finally withdrew his spear and stood still, exhaling a long breath of stale air. Waves of soreness rolled through his arms, shoulders, and back, yet his control over the power of the Bright Force Realm had grown a little more refined.

Before long.

"Brother!"

Light footsteps sounded behind him. Lin Ruoruo came running over again with Mao Mao, the Golden Rat, in her arms. Her eyes sparkled.