Su Ming stood at the edge of the training pavilion, watching his disciples head back to their quarters. Once their figures vanished behind the bamboo screen, he let out a slow, heavy breath.
He checked his storage ring, feeling a metaphorical ache that had nothing to do with his body.
To reach the fifth stage of body cultivation, Organ Subjugation, he had pushed his body to its limits under the Primordial Yang Sovereign Body Art. The breakthrough had consumed ninety percent of the Liquid Yang Qi, ninety percent of his high-grade yang herbs, and a mountain of Thunder Fire Lightning Crystals. The toll on his wealth was painful, and his storage ring felt lighter than it had in months. Yet, his physical strength was now equivalent to a Nascent Soul cultivator, humming with raw force.
