Now there was nothing at all between Chen Ping and the "Golden Apple" before him.
Its rich, fruity fragrance made Chen Ping feel as though he were roaming through an orchard.
He had not even eaten the fruit yet, only taken a sniff, but Chen Ping already felt his cultivation speed vaguely quicken by a fraction.
For Chen Ping, this was wonderful news.
Previously, even after swallowing three Mystic Water Pills, his cultivation speed had barely risen to match the cultivation talent of someone with level-four Innate Soul Power.
Although drugs that stimulated his potential could still raise his cultivation speed another notch or two.
Without something like the Freshman Competition pressing him to urgently increase his Soul Power Level, however, Chen Ping had stopped borrowing against his future to accelerate his cultivation. After completing a full cycle of overdrawing his potential, he no longer casually overtaxed it.
Precisely because of that, although Chen Ping seemed to have gained quite a few Soul Power Levels this school year, once the three-level leap from the reserves he had accumulated after level twenty combined with absorbing a Thousand-Year Soul Ring beyond his level was excluded, he had actually gained only four levels since the Freshman Competition ended.
Even that was the result of Chen Ping working hard enough to avoid being left behind by the leading group. Who could have expected that, despite all being second-year students, Ning Tian and Dai Huabin were already competing for the record of the fastest breakthrough to Soul Ancestor?
Compared with those cultivation monsters, Chen Ping's progress, barely keeping pace through drugs and Movement Meditation, simply could not measure up.
As before, even if Chen Ping pedaled his battered tricycle nonstop all day until its chain smoked, he would still struggle to outrun a car driven