Watching Yun Aoxue's retreating figure, Chen Xing let out a long breath and muttered, "Looks like the dorm isn't very safe lately. I'd better hide all my treasures. If Teacher Yun Aoxue finds them, my reputation as a 'pure and gentle young man' will be ruined."
Ye Xuan, who was in the cultivation center, was naturally unaware of any of this. He had lost all track of time, completely immersed in his endless cultivation.
A Martial Artist's path is one of defiance against the heavens. It's like rowing a boat upstream; if you don't advance, you fall back.
Although he had now reached the Three Veins realm and possessed the Three-Life Martial Soul, he had wasted too much time in the past. To Ye Xuan, this meant he was still far behind and needed to race against every second.
He knew perfectly well that no genius could become a peerless expert on talent alone. A genius who didn't work hard would end up as nothing but trash, trampled underfoot by others.
