The last day of August.
Jiang Man stood in the courtyard and finished his cultivation practice.
"I've just filled my first Cultivation Gourd, but I still need pills to advance." Jiang Man found that rather regrettable.
He had no Spirit Sources left.
Now, Jiang Man felt that the power contained within his Primordial Spirit had steadied considerably.
As his cultivation rose, the pressure of his excessively powerful mind was easing little by little.
The weight his mind could unleash now could firmly suppress an ordinary cultivator at the Primordial Spirit Early Stage.
Peerless among those of the same realm.
Of course, a genius not only had to be peerless among those of the same realm, but also had to leave that realm quickly.
If they could not leave that realm, they could not be called a genius.
"Master, when can we stop eating grass?" the Heavenly Dog asked as it came up beside Jiang Man.
"Doesn't it taste good?" Jiang Man asked.
"It tastes awful." The Heavenly Dog nodded.
Looking at its fluffy appearance, Jiang Man felt that leaving it hungry like this was no solution.
Then he went to the Shaobing Shop and brought back a shaobing.
"Try this." Jiang Man handed it over.
Soon, the Heavenly Dog, which had been eating spirit herbs for half a month, took a bite.
In an instant, it felt its entire canine existence ascend. "Delicious! This is so delicious! Master, what's this called?"
"Shaobing," Jiang Man replied casually.
"Shaobing is so delicious," the Heavenly Dog said excitedly. "If only I could eat shaobing every day from now on."
Looking at its simple, unadorned wish, Jiang Man inwardly assured it that it could.
Still, thinking about it, the Heavenly Dog had a good life. He used to eat coarse-grain steamed buns every day.