However, no one person could decide another's fate. Though Zhang Xiaohua seemed to have many chances to receive guidance from He Tianshu of the Misty Sect, this was the era after the decline of immortal cultivation. Zhang Xiaohua was destined to walk a road that had vanished ten thousand years ago. No one in this world could offer him even a word of guidance. He could only walk every path with his own feet, relying solely on those immortal cultivation methods. Yet those methods had not kept pace with the times. The environment had changed; martial arts flourished. But what of the path of immortality?
Naturally, Zhang Xiaohua knew none of this. He was simply overjoyed to have Qi Sensation and true Qi as thick as cotton thread.
Zhang Chengyue's small courtyard was so quiet and secluded. How could Zhang Xiaohua be willing to let such an excellent chance for cultivation slip away? He only wondered whether the Primordial Qi here was as dense as it had been at his second brother's place.
When he extended his senses, he could not help letting out a groan from the depths of his heart. Was this leaving people any way to live? The Primordial Qi in this small courtyard was actually no less dense than that in the Medicine Hall!
In Zhang Xiaohua's understanding, Primordial Qi ought to be connected to herbs. The denser the herbs were planted, the richer the Primordial Qi should be. Yet thinking back over the path into the residence, he had not seen any herbs. How was that to be explained?
But he liked the abundance of Primordial Qi. What did its source have to do with him? It drifted between heaven and earth anyway, so why care where it came from?
Having made up his mind,