Chapter 311: It’s a No for Me, Dawg
Zou Tian was well into his ninth ten-hour cultivation session of the day, only one more to go to reach the maximum number of uses of the Time dilation room that Master allowed. He cycled his qi as dictated by his cultivation method. Then again. And again.
The next time, though, something changed. He felt it. He was ready.
Foundation Establishment.
He would need to trigger the breakthrough, of course, but not at his current location. There were accommodations set up on a floor in the Healing Pavilion for that purpose. Even if it weren’t a strict sect policy to advance major realms where one could be monitored by medical personnel, as Master referred to them, Zou Tian had heard about the mess left behind during such an event. There was absolutely no way he’d risk soiling his special cultivation chamber. He spent way too much time in there to put it in jeopardy.
Ugh! He shuddered as he imagined dealing with the smell for hour after hour.
The only question was if he should end his session early, but it didn’t take much thought for him to answer that he should. Once a cultivator was ready to advance, they were advised to stop cycling. And any other use of his time, like practicing techniques, was simply not a priority.
He cleaned up after himself—though a neat person by nature, so much time in a single room even when most of it was spent cultivating created some inevitable messiness—shut down the arrays powering the dilation, and exited, eager to reach Foundation Establishment. As he calmly walked from the building, he took in his surroundings, aware that he would soon experience it in an entirely new way—with his spiritual sense. That thought led him to reflect on his life.
It sure was turning out differently than he’d expected back when he’d been a street rat on in Sixth Flawless Flowing City. Honestly, he’d had no expectations at all. He hadn’t even thought he’d survive to reach adulthood.
Then, he met Master and joined the Rising Tide Sect. Currently, out of all the young members, he was anticipated to be the first who married, and he was okay with that. And getting more okay all the time.
People in the sect respected him, actively seeking his advice for problems.
Add to that the fact that only three other members—not counting Master or Senior Brother Fatty Ren who hadn’t been recruited as a mortal, of course—had reached Foundation Establishment. Out of hundreds of recruits, Zou Tian would be the fourth.
Honestly, he sometimes had trouble believing his new life was reality. He feared the day when he’d wake, his stomach in agonizing pain due to lack of food, and realize it had all been a wonderful dream.