Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

"This matter requires careful deliberation. We must be prepared to respond to all changes with constancy."

Chen Qing pondered for a moment, then returned to his meditation chamber.

He sat cross-legged on the meditation cushion.

He wasn't far from his eleventh refinement.

During this period, his cultivation could be said to have advanced by leaps and bounds.

However, this was also normal. The resources he used were all top-tier. Eighty-year-old precious medicines and flood dragon essence blood were all extremely precious existences.

Even just the scraps that "leaked" from his fingernails would be enough to make ordinary True Disciples red-eyed with envy.

Chen Qing closed his eyes, his consciousness sinking into his dantian.

That True Origin lake quietly floated, its waters clear and crystalline.