While recuperating at Absolute Palm Peak, Li Xian cut wood to make bows, practiced archery, and refined his skills to reach the Great Self Realm. Through occasional sharpening over the years, his Skill Level gradually accumulated. The Martial Realm is boundless, and his archery continues to improve.
His wooden bow was rudimentary, and after shooting two arrows carelessly, he returned to his room to rest. To one side of his bedroom was a wooden window. As he pushed it open, moonlight fell onto his bed. A slight breeze blew, bringing a sense of leisure and comfort.
A soft tune hummed.
Li Xian was not yet sleepy. He picked up a medical book from the Yao Clan by his bedside and read it intently, rubbing Golden Light between his fingers. Once the light became visible, he flicked it out. It struck the jujubes in the courtyard, knocking the rosy fruits to the ground.
