The ice plain in the far north.
Chang'sheng had already received a message from his disciple.
After listening to it,
he couldn't help but look a bit grim.
"These little punks, can't sit still for a moment, huh?"
"Why do they keep causing me trouble every damn day!"
"No way, when I get back, I gotta give them some real work!"
After muttering, Chang'sheng felt in his robe for a book.
The edge of the cover revealed two faint words.
Hunan Cuisine...
Still, as much as he grumbled,
Chang'sheng swore under his breath, slung Blackie over his shoulder, and hurried towards the Sunset Dynasty.
...
Building strength on stacks of medicinal pills.
The foundation is unstable.
But that's only for those cheap medicinals.
The pills Chang'sheng made—
Don't have that issue.
Even so,
the road of a cultivator, you still gotta walk it yourself if you want to go further.
That's why Chang'sheng never used pills to force the rise of power in The Cottage's disciples.
Same logic.
