He was determined to even study those common lower-grade cultivation techniques, incorporating them into his own knowledge system.
Like this, his eyes could see more, and the Qi Yuan Sutras quickly improved.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jia obediently sat to the side.
At night, Qi Yuan studied the cultivation techniques intently.
The Cultivation Fireflies flickered in the lampshade, casting a dim light in the wooden cabin.
Xiao Jia sat beside him, her sleeve propped up against her collar, her eyes fixed on Qi Yuan.
Qi Yuan's Divine Sense was scanning over the cultivation techniques, quickly studying and analyzing them.
By the end of the night, Qi Yuan had completely absorbed the profound-level cultivation techniques found on Luo Jing.
The Qi Yuan Sutras advanced a small step further.
Qi Yuan glanced at Xiao Jia, whose sleeve hung loosely on the table, who seemed to have fallen asleep, like a sleeping beauty.
Qi Yuan looked outside, the sky was beginning to lighten.
