On the city walls, a middle-aged woman with bare feet held a piece of talisman skin, stained with the foul-smelling blood of a beast. She stared blankly at the young man in the sky. Fifty or sixty years had passed; this pure-hearted youth, who had just entered the Beixuan Sect's inner gate and been forced to offer her a toast while she teased his legs with her feet without daring to retreat a single step, had now grown into a Core Formation master.
Reflecting on her own decades spent wallowing in talisman skins, beast blood, and a rotation of men, only to barely advance to the Mid Foundation Establishment stage—with no hope of ever reaching the Late Foundation Establishment stage in this lifetime—Hu Shuixing felt a deep sense of melancholy and regret. The thought that he could extinguish her with a wave of his hand left her without the courage to even go up and greet him. Even the city lord, a figure she rarely saw in years, was now bowing and scraping before this young man. How the times had changed.
Several others recognized Chen Yi, most notably the members of the Battle Hall hiding in the crowd. They were utterly shocked. Their Battle Hall had been established for twenty years, and through arduous efforts, they had only just managed to push their leader, the Sun Envoy, to the level of a Pseudo-Core. The materials for the second, the Moon Envoy, had not even been gathered yet. And now, this little physician, once the one with the lowest cultivation, had already achieved …
Chapter 190