The next morning, at dawn.
Sunlight filtered through the window, spilling onto Zhang Fan's face—a warm, cozy feeling rose from below.
The Elixir Book said, for a cultivator, when Yang Qi is ample and foundations surge, if a stick of incense burns without going out, you're ready to practice magic.
In ancient times, one stick of incense was about half an hour.
Without any external stimulus, it's basically impossible for most people to keep their foundation surging for half an hour straight.
"After one night's sleep, I'm actually full of vigor, True Yang so abundant?"
Zhang Fan savored the changes in his body, unable to hide his joy.
He knew this was absolutely the reward for his days of diligent hard work. Now his reserves in the Qi Worker rank were solid enough; it was time to try grasping real magic techniques.
If he could master even a Small Skill, he'd have stepped into the Technique Apprentice rank. He wouldn't be a rookie in the Cultivation Realm anymore.
