There was a fishing boat that was stopped at the riverside outside East Port Town’s Fish Market.

Xu Sheng was sitting on that boat. As waves of bargaining sounds vaguely transmitted from the distant Fish Market, he didn’t move at all, instead staring at the river in front of him.

When Lin Xi left East Port Town, he already passed on all of his own insights regarding cultivation and his understanding of how to become a cultivator to Xu Sheng.

Xu Sheng firmly believed that what Lin Xi said was right. However, if he wanted to become a cultivator and wanted to cultivate, the barriers he had to overcome were also extremely great.

It was because he was merely the son of an ordinary Fish Market trader.

He was associated with all types of live fish, salted fish and dried fish traders from the moment he could walk, the smell of fishiness never left his body.

The son of a fish peddler, someone who was surrounded by piles of rotting fish, fish that was hard to sell, actually tried to cultivate… this type of concept was extremely difficult to overcome to begin with. When leaving the Fish Market to cultivate, Xu Sheng was even scared of people knowing that he was cultivating, thus couldn’t help but feel shame towards what he was doing.

However, he clenched...