The countless small injuries honed Han Yu's instincts, sharpening his awareness of openings and killing intent.
Even his accomplishments in the battles, whether they be saving his fellow disciples or slaughtering beasts, were earning him a steady stream of Eight Emotions Energy too.
The energy not only came from the disciples, but even the elders themselves. Even the elders, who had once seen him as nothing more than a troublemaker in the past couldn't help but see him in an entirely new light now.
In fact, his Soul Cultivation had grown so much that Han Yu felt like he would soon be reaching the peak of the Soul Initiate Stage.
'If this keeps up, I might reach the Soul Adept Stage faster than I reach the Core Condensation Realm.' Han Yu reckoned, feeling both excited and a bit apprehensive.
He had come into the marshes as one more nameless disciple; he was no longer that same person.
