Over the next few days.
Qin Shujian rarely visited the Alchemy Hall.
He had no choice.
There was far too much gossip.
Even someone like Zheng Fang was gossiping, let alone everyone else.
There was nothing he could do about it.
He usually never visited the Alchemy Hall, yet lately he had been going there nonstop. It would have been hard not to attract attention.
Aside from avoiding suspicion.
Qin Shujian had another reason for staying away from the Alchemy Hall: he seemed to have returned to normal.
At least he no longer found every man he saw handsome.
From then on.
Qin Shujian stayed in the Forbidden Grounds, quietly cultivating.
Cultivation was slow after reaching the Heavenly Human Realm, but however slow it was, small gains would add up. Any progress was worth making.
Without taking small steps, one could never travel a thousand miles.
That was roughly the idea.
Still.
Qin Shujian did not spend all his time in secluded cultivation.
Every day, he set aside a little time for a walk, simply to relax.
"A comfortable life really is easy to get lost in."
Qin Shujian gazed at the clouds on the horizon and actually felt a trace of attachment to his current life.
But very soon.
He severed that attachment.
Resting occasionally was fine, but if he kept indulging himself, it would spell his death.
When it came to fearing death.
Qin Shujian believed he could rank among the top three in the sect.
Everything he did was for the sake of living longer.
As long as he kept increasing his strength.
Players, Evil Fiends, or the Three Great Continents—none of them would be able to stand in his way.
But if he was not strong enough.
Many things would become troublesome.
At that thought, Qin