Little Qing Forms a Core, Heavenly Core Middle Stage; Enemies Always Meet, a Golden Core Hidden in the Song Region

Holding the jade slip containing the swordsmanship techniques, Lin Changheng sank his divine sense into it and skimmed through its contents.

Exquisite sword hand seals, profound and mysterious methods for cultivating sword intent, and unimaginable sword-control arts slowly unfolded before his eyes.

The more he read, the more he felt his horizons expanding.

Once again, he realized just how enormous the gulf was between rogue cultivators fighting alone and cultivators backed by sects and established lineages!

From the moment sect disciples stepped onto the path of cultivation, they had complete systems left by their predecessors to follow. Cultivation methods, spells,

Secret arts, insights, and experience-all passed down through generations, accumulated layer upon layer, as though they were standing on the shoulders of giants.

And rogue cultivators?

They had to feel their way through everything themselves.

They had to find their own cultivation methods and comprehend spells themselves. If they took a wrong turn, no one guided them; if they encountered a bottleneck, no one helped them. Every step was excruciatingly difficult, and every breakthrough could plunge them into eternal damnation.

No wonder rogue cultivators accounted for less than twenty percent of the many Late Core Formation cultivators in the Song Region!

That alone showed the gulf between them.

However, the [Sword-Nurturing Method] he had decided to study first would not yield results overnight, and this was no place to delve into it. He put it away for now and left it for later.

In the time that followed,

Lin Changheng kept waiting for another upheaval on Snow Mountain, looking for a chance to fish in troubled waters.

He was extremely patient, neither anxious nor restless.

For one thing, he had witnessed the Truefire Flood Dragon's terrifying power from afar.

Even from an unknown number of miles away, the might of