On this day, Jiang Yi had just finished a round of Cultivation.
Without tonics like the Copper Juice Iron Pill, his progress in the Qi Cultivation Fourth Layer immediately slowed down.
Compared to his previous meteoric rise, his progress now was at a snail's pace. Every sliver of improvement could only be gained through painstaking, gradual accumulation.
He finally understood why most of the Outer Sect's Mortal Servants found it so difficult to persist in their Cultivation.
Months of arduous practice with barely an inch of progress was truly demoralizing and enough to crush anyone's will.
Following the Celestial Book's guidance, Jiang Yi sat cross-legged in the Snow Forest and slowly exhaled a puff of white air.
WHOOSH—
His breath shot out like an arrow, piercing through thick tree bark with a crisp CRACK.
