Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Several days later.

Inside the quiet room of Langya Pavilion, the Earth Heart Milk mist slowly dissipated, and Chen Qing, who had been sitting cross-legged, opened his eyes.

"Phew..."

He slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air, feeling the Qingmu true qi within his dantian solidify a bit more.

The ten days of free cultivation quota in the quiet room had produced remarkable results.

Although he was still some distance from opening the sixth primary meridian, the total quantity and purity of his true qi, as well as his understanding and application of the three techniques, had all improved.

Chen Qing left Langya Pavilion and returned to a small pavilion by the lake in Qingmu Courtyard, where he sat down and poured himself a cup of clear tea.

Looking at the shimmering waves of Dingbo Lake, a thought suddenly emerged, "I wonder where around Heart Lake Island would be a quiet place to fish? I'll need to ask someone next time. Taking a break from cultivation to fish and calm the mind wouldn't be bad at all."

This had almost become a habit ingrained in his bones.