Another Martial Arts Tournament

Over the course of three months, everyone on Shixin Peak connected to Zhang Xiaohua had received unprecedented opportunities. They were all undergoing, or would inevitably undergo, earthshaking changes. But what about Zhang Xiaohua himself, who was sitting atop Shixin Peak, greedily watching the sea of clouds?

Speaking of Zhang Xiaohua, one had to mention this fellow's life of toil.

Over these three months, he had focused solely on refining pills for the disciples of Misty Manor. After refining dozens of batches of Meridian Nourishing Pills and Bone Condensing Pills, he had long since become supremely adept at the pill-refining hand seals and the control of true qi. His pill-refining skill had steadily improved as well. From the original twenty-seven pills per batch, he had gradually increased to thirty-six, forty-five, and had even occasionally refined fifty-four. Compared to when he could refine only nine pills, this was no small improvement. The reduction in costs alone filled Zhang Xiaohua's heart with delight!

Whenever he was not refining pills, Zhang Xiaohua would sit before the pill furnace and study talismans. The rabbit talisman he had begun studying earliest had finally been deciphered until only the last nine remained. It was no small progress.

As for the Flying Technique he had obtained from beneath Misty Peak, Zhang Xiaohua had already become proficient in the Riding the Wind Technique during You Lan Mu Lian. Thus, restless amid stillness, he could not help beginning to cultivate the flying art he had long yearned for. Yet how could the Flying Technique be compared with the Riding the Wind Technique or the Floating Technique? It was an orthodox Immortal Path method of flight. How could a lad who had only just reached mid Qi Cultivation possibly cultivate it? After more than a dozen attempts at comprehension, he had