By now, Zhao Er had reached the Primordial Unity Realm, the fourth realm, and his strength had undergone a complete transformation.
The Nine-Turn Golden Body Art, a defensive cultivation method that had always been one of his trump cards, had broken through once again. It had finally caught up with his strength, allowing him to fight without holding back in future battles.
Combined with the five-element toxins in his body, this gave Zhao Er the confidence to face powerful enemies.
With these thoughts in mind, Zhao Er swallowed a Qi-Blood Pill and circulated his cultivation method again, ready to continue cultivating and fully consolidate his strength.
As Zhao Er circulated his cultivation method, a fish-belly white began to appear on the horizon. The night slipped quietly away, yet the miners below the platform continued working tirelessly under the Martial Academy Students' supervision.
Another day passed quietly, and Zhao Er had fully adjusted to his tremendous increase in strength.
But when the sky darkened again, Cao Jun, who should have come to relieve him, still had not appeared.
"Hm? Cao Jun hasn't come... and there's no one else to relieve me either?"
His three days were up, but Cao Jun had not arrived. After muttering to himself, Zhao Er thought little of it.
After all, Martial Guards on duty enjoyed considerable freedom. Martial Artists tended to lose track of time during breakthroughs or secluded cultivation, so having no one come to relieve him was hardly a serious matter.
Thus, after that brief grumble, Zhao Er paid it no further mind and continued sitting on the platform, circulating his cultivation method.
"Senior Brother! The kitchen sent fresh wine and food..."
While Zhao Er was cultivating, a Martial Academy Student brought a tray up onto the platform.
The wine jar was still the