Inside the Training Room.
Li Ping slowly awoke. He let out a soft breath and began sorting through the memories in his mind.
As a fourth-tier armor maker, Red-Robed Granny Jiang Hongzhuang could not live as long as a fourth-tier spirit brewer or a fourth-tier pill refiner.
But she was a Nascent Soul cultivator, after all. Devoted to studying and designing exquisite spell robes, she disliked fighting and lived free of illness and calamity until she passed away peacefully at eleven hundred years old.
What had condensed within the Armor-Piercing Needle treasure was her deepest obsession with the armor-making technique, along with her skills. The sheer volume of its contents was easy to imagine.
He had to admit that Jiang Hongzhuang truly was an extraordinary woman.
In Li Ping's previous life, women had actually been comprehensively outperformed by men in every profession.
Even in fields such as cooking and design, where women seemingly had greater talent, men had made up the majority of those doing genuinely creative work.
This was mainly because women were physically weaker and had less endurance than men. After marrying, childbirth and family also consumed a large portion of their time and energy.
Moreover, the social conditioning they received from childhood made them more inclined toward stability and comfort.
Even the civilized society of his previous life had been like that, let alone the cultivation world, a traditional society closer to ancient times.
Competition on the road to immortality was even fiercer than competition in the workplaces of Li Ping's previous life. Death and the extinguishing of one's Dao were all too common, and few female cultivators could withstand that pressure.
Thus, men made up the majority of high-level cultivators and practitioners of high-level cultivation crafts, while the proportion of women was very low.
But Jiang