Under the night sky, on the little hill covered in Haze Grass, the Spirit Monsters sang and danced, worshipping the moon and gathering moonlight.
Expressionless and without a word of complaint, the Yang Spirit worked hard at Dharma Refining.
Wang Quan, meanwhile, kept turning over the information the Round-Faced Daoist Nun had given him, his feelings mixed.
Earlier, when he told the Round-Faced Daoist Nun that he wanted to obtain Foundation Establishment Spirit Light, she had looked stunned.
"You have enough Dharma Power?"
"Yes. I've sold you so much Dharma Power. How could I not have enough?"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun...
"What about your Yang Spirit?"
"That's taken care of too!"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun fell silent for a long time, then seized his arm and squeezed it hard against her chest. "You're the fastest cultivator I've ever seen to attempt Foundation Establishment."
"Confess. Are you hiding some extraordinary treasure?"
"I've read stories in the Market Ward about people who obtained little bottles, little jars, little mirrors, and things like that, then gained extra opportunities and soared into the heavens in a single bound."
"Be a good little brother and lend those things to your big sister."
"I can pay any price!"
"There's so much I know how to do."
Wang Quan sighed. "Senior Sister, have you passed ten thousand scrolls of Daoist Scriptures?"
"If you had, you could be just as fast as me!"
The Round-Faced Daoist Nun immediately tossed his arm aside. "Can you stop bringing up Daoist Scriptures?"
"Just looking at Daoist Scriptures gives me a headache."
"I came here to cultivate immortality, to practice Dharma Refining and techniques, and blast things apart with booming Thunderfire."
"I've never been cut out for studying, not since I was little."
"Bringing up Daoist Scriptures is rubbing salt in my