"Please come aboard!"
Beside Southern Heaven City's Immortal Ship, a sweet-faced woman smiled at He Pingsheng and said, "The Patriarch said that if you need anything, young master, you may ask us. As long as it isn't too excessive, we can accommodate you!"
He Pingsheng smiled. "Thank you, but I don't need anything at the moment!"
Holding his numbered token, he entered his room.
He Pingsheng barely touched the formation inside the room.
Now that he had reached the Golden Core Stage, his cultivation had increased, and his divine sense had grown along with it.
His divine sense could now cover ten thousand zhang, comparable to that of cultivators at the first or second level of the Nascent Soul Realm.
There was no need to hide away in fear of being probed by a Nascent Soul cultivator's divine sense anymore.
If anyone dared extend their divine sense to investigate him, He Pingsheng would detect it immediately.
He sat cross-legged on the floor and examined his body from within.
His golden core had cracked, so he could not cultivate for the time being.
He would have to repair it before he could resume cultivating.
He Pingsheng was not particularly worried, since cracks in golden cores were extremely common in the Cultivation World.
His golden core had cracked because he had undergone a heavenly tribulation.
Others developed cracks in their golden cores while fighting.
There were pills in the Cultivation World specifically meant to repair cracked golden cores. He could simply buy one from a merchant association in the city later.
Since I can't cultivate, I'll cultivate my divine sense first.
He Pingsheng closed his eyes in contemplation and began practicing the [Mysterious Gate Tranquil Mind True Formula], though before starting, he secretly took something out of his sea of consciousness.
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