After separating from Bai Qingqing, Zhao Jiuge quickly returned home but didn’t find Luo Xie there. He must have gone to play with his new flying sword with the others. Zhao Jiuge smiled; he didn’t mind.

He arrived before his own wooden bed and felt fatigue wash over him. He didn’t even wash his clothes, he just sat down on his bed in his blood-stained robe. The spirit force in his body was completely exhausted and even his roots were a bit damaged. He had to quickly cultivate to recover and couldn’t worry about the fatigue he was feeling.

Time was precious for Zhao Jiuge; he had to grasp every minute and second. There were too many things for him to do. As the inner selection approached, the time when he could probe for information about Bo Re also closed in.

He still clearly remembered that night and how that cold and noble woman in white had talked about the Hundred Flower Sword Art. Once he entered the inner sect, he was going to ask which sect that sword art belonged to.

Thinking about this, Zhao Jiuge felt a burst of passion in his heart and the fatigue he felt faded a little. He sped up his cultivation.

His Sanskrit Divine Body had become even more powerful and he now had three golden dragons. That...