Chapter 140: F CLASS DUNGEON
Logan continued to breathe following the Void Soul Sutra method, and Qi kept surging through his meridians. Slowly, he would take a deep breath, hold it for a few seconds, and then release it gently. With each exhale, a faint mist would escape through his nose and mouth. At first, it was extremely thin—barely noticeable. But if one watched long enough, it became clear that the mist was gradually growing thicker with every breath.
His dantian slowly began to glow. The more he breathed, the brighter it became. Inside, his internal energy was steadily increasing—as if a dam built to block a river’s current was now starting to break, piece by piece.
Logan continued the process. The night grew deeper, but he paid no attention to time. He was fully immersed in cultivation.
Tick...Tick...Tick... The stillness of night quietly gave way to the approaching dawn. But Logan remained in his meditative state, breathing, focusing, and channeling Qi through every pore of his body.
Finally, the sun began to rise, slicing through the darkness of night and bathing all of Solvane in golden light. Birds chirped in the distance. And at last, Logan opened his eyes. He had cultivated the entire night, yet there was no sign of fatigue in his gaze. On the contrary, they looked clear and refreshed. Very fresh actually.
Logan stood up and began stretching his body lightly.
"Huff! I still haven’t become a martial arts master. The more I progress in cultivation, the slower it gets. Probably because there’s no spiritual energy in the air. At this rate, it’ll take a lifetime just to reach the Martial King level. And who knows if I’ll ever become a Martial Emperor."
Logan felt a bit disheartened. Even though his cultivation had advanced a lot, he wasn’t satisfied with the pace.
"Compared to my past life, I’m ahead. Back then, I had only reached the initial body refinement stage by this time. But that was only because I started training at ten. Considering how early I started this time, I should’ve already become a Martial Arts Grandmaster," he thought.
"But what can I do? This era’s environment isn’t suitable for cultivation."
With a sigh, he headed to the washroom to freshen up. Because of last night’s intense training, a dark, sticky substance had come out of his entire body instead of sweat. Those were impurities. Logan scrubbed himself clean and took a proper bath. Then he got ready quickly for the day.
"I’m finally going to start as a hunter today," he thought while stepping out and locking the door behind him. He went downstairs and sat at a table in the tavern. As soon as she saw him, Sylvie walked over with a smile.