When Xu Qingtong heard his senior sister say that the ghost cultivators had sent scouts, he could not help smiling.
"The ghost cultivators sent scouts. What are you so happy about?"
Xu Qingtong smiled. "There's something you don't know, Senior Sister. I reckon the reason they sent scouts is that their forces aren't all that strong anymore, so they need people to probe our strength!"
"They might also want to get a clear picture before concentrating their forces to attack us!"
Xu Qingtong nodded. "That's possible too! But if the ghost cultivators were strong enough, would they still be so cautious?"
Du Siwen frowned, lost in thought.
Xu Qingtong thought for a moment, then said, "Senior Sister, with a powerful enemy before us, you need to improve your strength as quickly as possible. You mustn't idle about and squander your days!"
Du Siwen stuck out her tongue. "Qingtong, don't sound so old and stuffy. You make me feel as though I married an old man!"
"Ahem! Well, hurry along and cultivate. Take this bottle of Nine Yin Pills for now. Don't be stingy with them-we have plenty!"
As Xu Qingtong spoke, he took out a bottle of Nine Yin Pills and handed it to Du Siwen.
Du Siwen accepted it without fuss, then said, "I'm off to the top of Cloudsky Peak, then!"
Xu Qingtong waved. "Go on. I still need to refine some treasures!"
After sending Du Siwen off, Xu Qingtong returned to the Earthfire Chamber. His main body could not cultivate any further at present. In Qing-Bing Land, the Golden Core late stage was already close to the limit, and the hope of advancing another step was exceedingly slim!
His pill-refining skills had already reached those of a fourth-tier alchemist, and improving them in the short term was