Shaking her head, Ji Zining stood up and pondered for a moment.
The Ziwei Holy Land should have special training grounds; training in those places should greatly increase one's speed.
Cultivating spiritual power is fine; with normal cultivation, one can improve quickly.
Their physical cultivation is also similar; breaking through a major realm and undergoing tribulation will bring a boost.
Not only is cultivation of the divine soul slow, but the improvement during breakthroughs is also negligible.
If there were a sacred cultivation ground that could amplify the speed of soul cultivation...
Perhaps her spiritual cultivation will soon break through her current level and reach the Saint Manifestation Realm realm!
She had planned to go and take a look, but she was so frightened by her own handiwork that she turned back as soon as she arrived at the martial arts training ground near the Divine Mountain.
Thinking of her embarrassing appearance earlier, Ji Zining couldn't help but shake her head.
If I want to become a strong person, it seems I'm still too naive!
A strong person, since they can be called a strong person, must have a very thick skin.
How can someone be called strong if they don't have thick skin?
I really need to work on developing a thick skin.
Being too thin-skinned can sometimes make you vulnerable to being taken advantage of.
I've made up my mind. I'll overcome my fears and bravely face what I've done!
Ji Zining's gaze hardened, and she nodded solemnly.
"Okay! Let's go again then!"
After concealing her face again, Ji Zining transformed into a streak of light and disappeared from the Divine Mountain.
A moment later.
Looking down at the familiar training ground, Ji Zining couldn't help but take a deep breath.
I kept telling myself that.
Overcome fear... overcome fear... you have to be thick-skinned... you absolutely must be thick-skinned!
Upon landing, Ji Zining let out a long breath.
He glanced around indifferently, but this indifference lasted only a moment.
In an instant, Ji Zining's defenses crumbled.
Seeing that almost everyone around her was wearing robes with their names on them, Ji Zining couldn't help but lower her head.
It still doesn't work; just looking at it makes me feel incredibly ashamed.
But she didn't seem to write this many signatures yesterday, did she?
Some of the signatures don't even look like hers. How can this be pirated?
What's the point of piracy?
Just as Ji Zining was wondering, a somewhat chubby cultivator came up to Ji Zining.
He glanced around and quietly spoke to Ji Zining.
"Fellow disciple, I see you're not wearing His Divine Son Hall's autographed robe. Is that why you're embarrassed to go out, and that's why you're covering your face?"
Ji Zining looked up blankly at the fat cultivator who appeared before her.
"What?"
What is this guy saying? Why didn't she understand?
What does it mean to cover your face because you're embarrassed to go out?
I did cover my head and face, but what does that have to do with me not wearing my own signature robe?
What is all this nonsense?!
Seeing Ji Zining's bewildered look, the fat cultivator remained completely certain.
"As expected, His Divine Son Hall's autographed robes have become incredibly popular throughout the entire Ziwei Holy Land since the beginning of today."
"All the disciples are proud to own a robe signed by His Divine Son Hall."
"However, the number of robes signed by His Divine Son Hall yesterday was limited; the vast majority of disciples did not receive one."
"So, here we are!"
Ji Zining found it interesting and nodded.
"You showed up, and then what?"
The fat monk had an expression of selflessness on his face.
"We cultivators take Heaven and Earth as our moral compass, all living beings as our destiny, and strive to create lasting peace for all generations!"
"If I don't go to hell, who will? It pains me to see so many of my fellow disciples without His Divine Son Hall's autographed robes!"
"Therefore, we have decided to forge His Divine Son Hall's autographed robes to rescue our fellow Divine Son Hall who do not have them!"
Seeing that the fat cultivator was about to continue speaking, Ji Zining quickly raised her hand, signaling him to stop.
After processing what the fat cultivator had said, Ji Zining looked completely certain.
"So you guys made all those counterfeit robes, right?"
She had just been wondering where those pirated copies came from, but then, in the next second, the mastermind behind them came after her.
"May peace reign forever, if I don't go to hell, who will?" It's just piracy, why all the fancy talk?
The fat monk looked displeased.
"Even though your eyes are beautiful, you can't say that about us!"
"We bought these counterfeit signature robes with our own money. When we rescued our fellow disciples, we didn't take a single spirit stone!"
"This is selfless dedication! What piracy? Fellow disciples, you're insulting us!"
Upon hearing this, Ji Zining couldn't help but be moved.
No charge?
She had thought these guys were making money by selling pirated goods, but it seems she had wronged them.
That's truly a spirit of selfless dedication!
Suddenly, Ji Zining's expression froze, and she shook her head violently.
What is she thinking about?
Piracy is piracy, and piracy is wrong. Even if it's free, doesn't it still infringe on the interests of legitimate copyright holders?
Forehead...
Ji Zining, and it seemed that she hadn't lost anything; at most, seeing those robes only made her head ache more.
The original versions she produced were already a headache enough, and now so many pirated versions have appeared.
If this fat cultivator's team continues to commit crimes, it probably won't be long before every cultivator in the Ziwei Holy Land has one.
How could she even go out back then?
Ji Zining's expression hardened, and she nodded solemnly.
She needs to make a change!
The fat cultivator was somewhat worried when he saw that Ji Zining remained silent for a long time.
"Fellow disciple, did I say something too harsh just now? It's alright, it's alright. We're misunderstood. It was my fault. I shouldn't have spoken so harshly."
I apologize for my behavior just now!
Ji Zining snapped out of her reverie upon hearing this, and couldn't help but smile when she heard what the fat cultivator said.
"Although you engage in piracy, your character isn't bad. However, from now on, stop piracy."
As she spoke, Ji Zining removed the disguise from her face, revealing her true features.
The fat cultivator trembled, and upon seeing Ji Zining smiling and watching him from nearby, he immediately knelt down.
"Core disciple Xiang Qian greets Your Highness, the Divine Son Hall Divine Son Hall! I was very rude just now, please forgive me!"
Your Divine Son Hall! It's actually Your Divine Son Hall!
Oh no, he was just recommending their pirated autographed robes to His Divine Son Hall.
The fact that His Divine Son Hall himself knew about the piracy is unbelievable!
He's walked right into the line of fire!
Xiang Qian is finished!
Xiang Qian's voice was powerful and resonant, filled with remorse, and echoed throughout the entire training ground.
Inside the training ground, all the disciples of the Ziwei Holy Land trembled.
Your Divine Son Hall?!
The disciples of the Ziwei Holy Land immediately turned their gazes toward the source of the sound and, sure enough, saw that familiar figure.
It really is His Divine Son Hall!
The disciples of the Ziwei Holy Land were overjoyed, their eyes filled with fervor, and as if by telepathy, they respectfully said in unison.
"We have come to greet Your Divine Son Hall!"