The completely sweat drenched Lin Xi whose body was covered in faint sword injuries walked up to a small pier by the river.

Even back during the North Grain Cave Town battle, he already noticed that even though Chen Feirong’s soul force cultivation was vastly lower than Uncle Liu’s, she still had the power to fight him. This made him understand that she definitely had many redeeming qualities about her.

For him who had just experienced some cultivation growth, Uncle Liu was still too strong, but Chen Feirong was an excellent training partner. This could allow him to always be pushed to the limit of danger, but not to the point where he lacked the slightest chance to struggle back.

Today’s cultivation indeed brought him extremely great benefits. The tempering of martial skill was secondary, what was more important was the tempering of his heart.

Pain, the condition of one’s injuries, all of these can affect one’s reaction speed and decision-making. As early as when he was in Green Luan’s training valley, Lin Xi already clearly understood that some intense feelings of pain would even make one feel nauseous and dizzy, as well as having some other serious consequences, some pain that wasn’t that intense also substantially weakening a cultivator’s strength.

If one’s will was powerful enough to the point where they could overlook a certain degree of pain, then the achievements earned through the training valley’s temples might become even better.

However, he also understood that there were no shortcuts in becoming this type of cultivator with extraordinary wi...