Of course, this was only in terms of physical fitness; skills and experience still needed to be accumulated.
Little Taoist Zhouxuan felt that he had greatly improved his divine skills and, quite happily, he sparred aimlessly by the lakeside for a while.
He even stamped out several small pits in the grass.
It was not until he saw the Spirit Summoning Civet cat and tried to wrestle with it, only to be flipped heels over head by a civet cat smaller than his knee, that Zhouxuan came to his senses and realized he had been bewitched.
"What kind of abilities do I have if I can't even defeat a civet cat, and I was already becoming smug!" thought Zhouxuan to himself. "Zhouxuan, oh, Zhouxuan, you're supposed to be cultivating immortality for eternal life."
How could I allow myself to grow lazy over such a small achievement?
Zhouxuan quickly got up, bowed and thanked the Spirit Summoning Civet cat, and then continued with his farming and alchemy!
