"Damn you, you cursed brat, who gave you this body?" An aged yet dignified and noble voice echoed as two fists met.
"My wives, mostly," Qingyi laughed, retreating before advancing again.
Qingyi's fist landed on his opponent's stomach, while the old man's hit Qingyi's handsome, masculine face.
The two took steps back, exhausted.
They were covered in sweat, their clothes turned into rags that revealed powerful muscles.
The arena, made to withstand fights between experts of the Astral Body Realm, was in shambles, holes and punch marks surrounding the pure white walls, floor, and even the ceiling.
"Your women? What are you telling me? That you slept with them until you became this strong?"
"Yes," Qingyi nodded honestly, eliciting a laugh from the elder.
"Ah... Advancing in cultivation through sex. Imagine if that were real? Even dual cultivation sects don't have it that easy."
The old man sighed, sitting down on the floor and letting his blood cool.
