Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Chen Qing gave a nod. "Many thanks for the warning, Senior Martial Brother Tang."

"In any case, try to avoid the red-marked areas as much as possible. The other places should not be a problem for you."

Tang Xu smiled, then added, "There are quite a few fine things in the Secret Grounds, and the various resources are reasonably abundant. If you have time to spare, it is well worth collecting some extras. It is a rare opportunity after all."

He paused, his tone easing slightly. "But at bottom, those are all external things. The most important matter of this trip is still to break through the Primordial Spirit bottleneck. Once that step is crossed, you will truly have entered the Dao tradition."

Chen Qing said earnestly, "Many thanks for Senior Martial Brother Tang's advice."

Tang Xu waved a hand. A smile appeared on his face. His words carried a note of candor. "Whether this succeeds or not, the fact that you came today has been noted as a favor."

As he spoke, he drew that jar of spirit tea back from his sleeve and pushed it toward Chen Qing. "Keep this tea. Take your time with it."

Chen Qing had politely declined before, but this time he did not stand on ceremony. He reached out and took it, storing it away naturally.

Tang Xu, seeing him accept so readily, smiled more deeply, looking quite satisfied.