Because they had stayed up late talking at the Qianji Institute until past midnight, Zhou Tieyi decided there was no rush to forge his wooden-steel dragon-patterned spear, opting instead to return and attend to the tribe’s prayers. He would deal with the forging tomorrow morning.
First, he practiced military formations with Ada and the other four guards, absorbing the purple mist of the rising sun. This was his core foundation; no matter how busy he was, Zhou Tieyi made sure to set aside time for it unless a dire situation arose. In this world, Taoism offered elixirs, and he was wealthy enough to rely on them, but popping pills was not the same as true cultivation.
Mother Zhou was an expert in alchemy herself; having nothing else to do for over twenty years, she filled her time between spiritual cultivation with pill-making and fishing to pass the hours. Even so, when Zhou Tieyi first began his martial training, she had only ever provided him with basic pills like the Inedia Pellet. Cultivation meant both tempering the self and following the Great Way.
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