Zhao Changhe could not help but think that if this was the blind woman’s revenge, then it seemed to have backfired on him. From the dilemma of having two women vying for his attention, he had suddenly been left utterly alone.0

Still, Yue Hongling was not wrong. When it came to studying martial arts, not everything had to be done or could be done through dual cultivation. At the very least, practical training could not be done in that context.0

With peace and quiet finally restored, it was the perfect time to focus on cultivating.0

Zhao Changhe shook off the chaotic thoughts swirling in his head, along with any inappropriate daydreams involving the blind woman. He made his way back to the burial ground. The Spirit Tribe had already begun working on the site, diligently shoveling soil with bustling energy. Zhao Changhe did not disturb them. Instead, he found a quiet, secluded spot near a skeleton and began contemplating his studies with the Heavenly Tome.0

After the insights he had gained the night before, he had advanced from his initial ignorance—where he only felt the eerie chill of the yin corpse qi without truly understanding it. Now, as he squatted...0