Two days later.
Before dawn had broken.
Wang Shouzhe opened his eyes on the bed and could naturally sense his cultivation progressing slowly upward. After reaching the Seventh Layer of the Qi Refining Realm, the difficulty of cultivation had clearly increased considerably.
If not for his abundant Spirit Food, the occasional Lesser Foundation-Cultivating Pill, and Spirit Stones assisting his cultivation, he likely would not even have been able to sense any progress.
Yet the path of cultivation and advancement prized persistence above all else. It was a long process of tempering oneself, of water dripping through stone.
If one could advance merely by casually swallowing a few pills, peerless experts would have been running all over the world long ago. Nor would aristocratic clans need to rack their brains and pour out the strength of their entire clan just to cultivate a Spirit Platform ancestor.
Even Profound Martial Aristocratic Clans, with their estates, foundations, and ancestral inheritances, found cultivation so difficult. How much harder was it for Rogue Cultivators wandering everywhere?
Recently, Wang Shouzhe had also read several handwritten copies circulated within the clan.
One of them was specifically about a Rogue Cultivator. That Rogue Cultivator's golden finger had been opened wide, with endless lucky encounters. He could pick up an ancient sacred beast cub while walking down the road, and merely falling off a cliff would earn him an inheritance of a top-grade cultivation method. Then he slaughtered his way everywhere, specializing in slapping the faces of all sorts of direct-line heirs from aristocratic clans. Countless direct-line young ladies of those clans even fell head over heels for him, declaring they would marry no one but him.
It was utterly absurd. It had probably been written by some Rogue Cultivator specifically to indulge in his own fantasies.
The path