"Hoo—" Zhaang Ye let out a long, murky breath as he roused from his meditation.
He circulated the True Qi in his body, a faint smile gracing his features. The Cultivation Technique he had comprehended from the *Tao Te Ching*, when combined with Qi Gathering Pills, was surprisingly effective. After just one night of cultivation, Zhaang Ye could feel that his True Qi had grown stronger. Barring any setbacks, he was confident he could advance to the Martial Arts Third Layer Middle Stage within a month.
Zhaang Ye stood up and looked at an empty bottle on the table, a flicker of disappointment in his eyes.
The bottle had once been full of Qi Gathering Pills. But after this period of use, all twenty or thirty of the pills were gone.
If he wanted to use Qi Gathering Pills to accelerate his cultivation again, he would have no choice but to buy more.
