Seated atop a lonely boulder under the waning moonlight, Zhou suddenly stood up, frustration written across his face. His robe fluttered gently in the night breeze as he clenched his fists.
For days, he had been pushing himself relentlessly, meditating at dawn, training until his bones ached, cycling his qi until late into the night, yet his cultivation still refused to advance even a single step.
His master had warned him of this possibility, reminding him that true cultivation was not merely about forcefully increasing one’s cultivation base. His spirit, his consciousness, and his body all had to grow in harmony, or else he would face stagnation and risk injury to his foundation.
Master Bingyue had even given him a body-tempering technique and a grade-three spiritual cultivation metho
