Chapter 18: Hitting a Wall

In her previous life, she distributed them all to her disciples, but in return she was betrayed by them.

Now, she finally got them back.

Sure enough, after no longer wasting time on a few ungrateful people, his cultivation speed more than doubled.

Ye Zhao withdrew his spiritual power and slowly exhaled, his eyes showing unprecedented clarity and determination.

Outside the hall, Su Luoxue stood quietly at the steps. She originally just wanted to protect Ye Zhao, but suddenly she felt a heart-pounding spiritual pressure coming towards her.

The aura was as heavy as a mountain and as sharp as a drawn sword, causing her to subconsciously hold her breath, and even the spiritual power in her dantian was shaken.

When her breathing had completely calmed down, she looked up at the palace door and couldn't help but tremble with fear.

Master, actually... in just a few hours, he jumped directly from the early stage of Golden Core to the late stage of Golden Core!

Every time a golden elixir advances to a certain level, it requires a very long period of accumulation, not to mention leaping across two levels at once.

This is almost an incredible speed.

Su Luoxue stared at the palace door quietly. The shock in her heart took a long time to subside, and at the same time she had a vague guess.

In the world of cultivation, physical fitness can be roughly divided into four major levels from low to high: mortal body, spiritual body, holy body, and divine body, which are further divided into countless special categories.

Among spiritual bodies, there are different qualities. The best ones are born with a strong perception of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and one day of practice is equivalent to ten days of practice for others.

She had heard a long time ago that her master possessed an extremely rare spiritual body.

This physique is perfectly compatible with water-attributed skills. Not only can practicing water-based skills be twice as effective with half the effort, but one can also easily control the power of ice and water in battle, turning frost into tides with infinite power.

What’s even more rare is that Master has a single water-attributed spiritual root.

For cultivators with a single spiritual root, the spiritual power they absorb is pure and without impurities. They do not need to be distracted by practicing other attribute skills. They can often crush cultivators with multiple spiritual roots in the same realm.

Logically speaking, with such a physique and spiritual roots, Master's cultivation speed should be astonishingly fast, and it is impossible for him to stagnate in the early stage of Golden Elixir for many years.

But the fact is, her cultivation has hardly improved in the past few years, and it was only today that she broke through to the late Golden Core stage.

Su Luoxue lowered her eyes, and a possibility formed in her mind.

Perhaps, Master has been spending all his energy on refining the Divine Essence Pill over the years.

Although the master pays different amounts of attention to his disciples, he treats them all equally in terms of resource allocation. Since the Divine Essence Pill was given to her, the five senior brothers must also have a share.

It is extremely time-consuming to refine elixirs of this quality.

The master put all his efforts into helping his disciples improve their physical constitution, but he himself neglected his own cultivation.

But now, those senior brothers have left Qingyue Peak and even turned against her.

Saddened, she swallowed all the remaining Divine Essence Pills, so she was able to break free from the shackles and directly enter the late stage of Golden Elixir.

Thinking of this, Su Luoxue felt like her heart was being pulled.

It turns out that the reason why Master has stagnated over the years is not because of lack of ability, but because he has spent all his efforts and cultivation on others.

A silent respect quietly rose in Su Luoxue's heart.

She secretly clenched her fists. A master like this was worth following for her entire life.

After Ye Zhao finished absorbing it, he opened his eyes and saw Su Luoxue walking in with a food box.

The girl walked lightly and lowered her voice for fear of disturbing her.

"Master, are you awake? I cooked something for you."

She placed the food box on the low table and dishes were brought out one by one.

Warm rice soup, evenly chopped pork, and a dish of soft and tasty tofu are all the easiest to eat and most nourishing to the stomach.

Ye Zhao lowered his eyes to look at the food on the table, and a warm feeling rose in his heart.

Thinking of those ungrateful people who left, some of them were only interested in profit, while others were deliberately trying to step on her to climb the ladder, never remembering her hard work, and even turning their swords against her in the end...

The other side.

Jiang Weiqing planned to go home to visit his parents first, and then find a new place to practice cultivation.

In the evening, Jiang Weiqing walked into an inn at the foot of the mountain.

This place was an inn where traveling monks stayed. Seeing his handsome appearance, the shopkeeper immediately greeted him warmly: "Sir, please follow me. There is just one room left."

Jiang Weiqing was about to unload his luggage when a sudden commotion was heard in the lobby.

The wooden door was pushed open and a group of people walked in.

The leader was a tall young man with arrogance in his eyes and a long sword hanging from his waist.

They were wearing blue and white robes with flowing cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, which was exactly the attire of the disciples of Qingyue Peak of the Wenjian Sect.

When the shopkeeper saw them, his expression suddenly became much more respectful, and he almost bowed to greet them: "It's unfortunate, Immortals, that the guest rooms are full..."

The young man snorted and laughed: "Full? Then ask someone to make room."

He glanced around and stopped at the door of the room Jiang Weiqing had just moved into.

The shopkeeper glanced at Jiang Weiqing with some embarrassment, and cautiously said, "Several immortals have come from afar, so why not you..."

Jiang Weiqing interrupted him, "I've already stayed."

The young disciple narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly, "You, a casual cultivator, dare to compete with us?"

"I!" Jiang Weiqing's expression changed slightly. He was about to say that he was a direct disciple of Qingyue Peak, but then he thought that he had already left the sect, so he had to hold back the rest of the sentence.

Jiang Weiqing said coldly: "If I don't give in, then I won't give in. What do you want to do?"

Just after he finished saying this, the other party suddenly released a fierce spiritual pressure, and the aura of the peak of Qi training pressed down like a mountain!

Jiang Weiqing was only at the ninth level of Qi training, and was forced to take three steps back by this force. His chest was churning and he actually vomited blood!

"You're going too far!"

Jiang Weiqing's eyes turned red with hatred, and his left hand subconsciously touched his waist. Only then did he remember that his heart had been given to Su Luoxue by Ye Zhao.

“…”

Jiang Weiqing fell silent. He was born in a small fishing village on the border. His physique was the worst among his fellow disciples. His progress in cultivation was also very slow, and he was often in trouble.

But in his previous life, thanks to his desire to return home, he not only did not let anyone take advantage of him, but also gained many opportunities.

But now...

Jiang Weiqing stood at the door with a gloomy expression.

If he endures a little longer, he will be able to build a foundation soon, and his cultivation will advance by leaps and bounds. By then, these people will no longer be able to bully him.

"Your cultivation is so poor... What do you think? Are you going to give in or not?" The leading disciple looked arrogant.

The shopkeeper turned pale with fright.

Mortals dare not offend cultivators, especially disciples of the Sword-Asking Sect.

He quickly whispered, "Sir... why don't you just bear with it for a night? These are all from the Ten Thousand Swords Sect. You, a casual cultivator from one of the Five Sects, simply can't afford to offend them."

The veins on Jiang Weiqing's forehead throbbed, and his finger joints turned white from being pinched, but he could only put away his sword, pick up his bag, and walk past them with gritted teeth amid the mocking gazes of the crowd.