Chapter 162
Days turned into nights, and time passed swiftly. In the blink of an eye, over half a year had gone by. During this period, the group in Qingshi County who had naively waited for Qi Ping to show himself had gone from full confidence to complete despair.
They had found virtually nothing in Qingshi County over these months.
The only secret realm they could locate turned out to be nothing more than a massive breeding nest for demon insects. After everyone had fled that realm, it was left completely empty, with nothing of value remaining.
What they absolutely could not fathom was that the person they were waiting for, hoping to catch off guard, had actually been hiding in some godforsaken corner of the Misty Cloud Mountains for over half a year!
This was not something a normal cultivator would do. Even the most apathetic, go-with-the-flow types would be unlikely to venture into a place like that.
While the cultivators from sects hostile to the Qingyuan Sect fumed with rage, Qi Ping had spent the past six-plus months in relative comfort and contentment.
Each day, he cultivated, studied formations, and nurtured spiritual herbs. When tired, he played with the little flower spirit and the small spirit fox. It was a fulfilling and carefree existence.
Qi Ping thoroughly enjoyed immersing himself in this kind of cultivation life.
To him, this was the immortal cultivation life he had always longed for. Enlightenment didn’t necessarily have to come through slaughter. Comprehending the laws of heaven and earth and studying the rhythms of nature could bring one just as close to the essence of the Dao.