Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The days of cultivation flew by very quickly.
After a big downpour at the end of summer, the autumn silently arrived.
Half a year had gone by in the blink of an eye.
In this half a year, Tang Jie's days were rather packed with washing his meridians and learning formations from Xu Muyang.
Today, in the courtyard, Tang Jie was practicing punching.
He was currently practicing an arm boxing routine. Xu Muyang had taught it to him, and it was meant to work with the Visceral Manifestation Classic in washing his meridians.
At this time, he was punching with such vigor that he created small gusts of wind. Occasionally, spiritual energy would make an entire circuit of his body. With each of these circuits, Tang Jie would experience an incredibly pleasant sensation, and at the same time, his body grew stronger.
Xu Muyang said that this was an indicator that his meridians had yet to expand to their limit.
After finishing the routine, Tang Jie felt the spiritual energy leave his body with great reluctance.
He could have kept practicing, but Xu Muyang explained that cultivation was not something that got better the more diligent one was. Excessively domineering training methods would cause one to overdraw on one's potential and even cause long-lasting injury to the body. It was best to strike a balance between work and rest.
Thus, he could only stop, yet he also couldn't restrain a sigh. "I wonder when these days are going to end?"
"What? Can't wait any longer?" In the pavilion, Xu Muyang was drawing on paper with a brush, and what he was drawing was a set of strange formation talismans. Hearing Tang Jie's words, he chuckled. "For people like you, washing the meridians and establishing a foundation might be monotonous and boring, but do you realize how many cultivators pray to the heavens to be given a chance to redo this period?"
"Big Brother Xu is right," Tang Jie hastily replied.
Thinking back to his school days, he recalled that many of his classmates were anxious to enter society and break
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