Two weeks passed in a blur of sweat and spiritual energy.
Zhao Lingxi cultivated like a woman possessed. Every morning before the sun rose, every night long after the moon climbed high. She pushed her body to the breaking point, rested just enough to keep going, and pushed again.
The results were undeniable.
She had broken through to the third level of Qi Condensation in the first week. By the end of the second week, she was knocking on the door of the fourth.
"That's... not normal," Lan Yue muttered, watching Zhao Lingxi finish her morning practice. Spiritual energy swirled around the young woman like a visible current, drawn to her body like moths to flame.
Liu Ruyan, who had been sweeping nearby, nodded in amazement. "The Young Miss has always been talented. If she'd had proper resources from the start, she would have reached Foundation Establishment years ago."
