The Mist Tide submerged the Spirit Realm once more. Jin Si found a mountain peak at random to rest on, raised his head toward the sky, and opened his mouth to swallow clouds and breathe out mist.
His cultivation advanced painfully slowly, like water seeping through cracks in stone.
Jin Si simply cultivated with patience. Any gain was still a gain. These tiny improvements might seem futile, but they were better than sitting around waiting to die. As the old saying went, neglect your training today, become a pile of bones tomorrow.
Cultivation would not fall from the heavens. He had to push forward himself.
The Mist Tide gradually receded, and the contours of the wilderness emerged little by little. Peaks near and far rose out of the water. Another day had begun.
The three companions gazed into the distance together in the mountain breeze.
Xiao Yu tilted her head and asked curiously.
"How did you learn that attack where you spit out thick mist?"
Jin Si answered honestly.
"Gather spiritual qi in your belly as hard as you can, the faster the better. Then mix in a mouthful of venom, open your mouth, and spit it out."
The more he explained, the more self-evident it seemed. After a pause, he added a more detailed explanation.
"Think of it as eating too much and being unable to digest it, or throwing up when you encounter danger. Just change it a little. It's easy."
Xiao Yu only half understood. She blinked for a long while without saying anything.
Red Clothes shifted half a step aside in disgust.
"There don't seem to be any evil spirits nearby anymore. What do we do next?"
Jin Si flicked his tail, its scales scraping against the mountain rocks with faint, scattered sounds.
His claws scratched