The next morning, the sounds of cicadas and birds in the mountains woke Fan from his dreams.
He opened his eyes and immediately felt rejuvenated; the True Yang within his body had inexplicably increased by a significant amount.
"Could I really be a cultivation prodigy? Does sleeping actually make my True Yang grow?" Fan pondered, lost in thought.
His mind was preoccupied with the hope of reaching the High Skill rank as soon as possible; only then could he recover the lifespan spent on awakening Divine Techniques, maybe even attempt to extract the Zhenwu Jade Scroll from his body.
Fan knew full well that, while this thing was precious, having it on him was more trouble than it was worth.
Yet to reach High Skill, the road ahead was incredibly long.
Those with great Daoist attainment became High Skill; some people never even touch this realm in their entire lives.
