The third page of the spiritual cultivation (not the plot)

Li Tan cupped his right fist and respectfully bowed to the old man before him, his deference appearing genuine.

"I have been enlightened, Junior thanks you for this!"

Just a few casual words had unknowingly kept countless heroes and magnates in the dark.

Had it not been for Li Yong's guidance this time, Li Tan might have remained ignorant until Foundation Establishment, and the value of this information already far exceeded a million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.

Li Tan had no doubt that this piece of information was obtained through bloodshed; it must have been precious intelligence Li Yong acquired after killing an untold number of people back then.

"Vision often accompanies status, and a Cultivator's status is Cultivation gained by fighting their way out of a sea of people!"

Yet, Li Yong seemed not to have heard, still leisurely lying on the long chair, muttering something to himself.

After a long while, spiritual power enveloped two books and flew directly towards Li Tan.

Upon seeing the names of the books, Li Tan's eyes widened, and for a moment, he held his breath, his face filled with disbelief!

"Hidden Secret Art!"

""Eye of Truth"!"

He made no move with his hands, even though two priceless Cultivation Techniques were laid bare before him.

He looked at Li Yong with a questioning gaze, wondering what scheme this old man was hatching and what his intention was with this action.

Could it be a trap for him? Or was he testing his endurance through coercion and temptation?

In any case, he definitely had no good intentions!

As expected, before Li Tan's thoughts had even settled, Li Yong's expression instantly turned serious.

"You suffered a great loss in this regard, and I naturally know what you are thinking!"

"However, I do not reject your greed; many times, it is precisely a good thing."

As Li Yong's words fell, Li Tan's heart first rejoiced, then, as if realizing something, he dared not delay and took the two precious Cultivation Techniques!

This could be considered the huge sweet bait Li Yong had cast, and Li Tan willingly bit the hook.

There was always a way to break the deadlock; it was just that his strength was low, and his Opportunity had not yet arrived. How could there be any so-called dead ends?

"In this world, experts are as numerous as clouds, but who dares to claim invincibility? Who dares to say they have never been defeated?"

If he could be stronger than Li Yong, stronger than Li Feiyan, all his troubles would dissipate like smoke.

Before that, if being a chess piece could quickly enhance his Cultivation, then he would not mind being a lowly chess piece.

This game of chess was only just beginning; who would laugh last, who would laugh most beautifully, remained unknown....

"In such an interesting scene, he felt like a caged bird with blindfolded eyes, unable to glimpse the hope of escape."

"But they forgot one thing: to clip their own wings!"

"With wings! Why can't you fly! Are you telling me you've forgotten how to fly?"

The gentle breeze outside the small courtyard blew across Li Tan's face; it was intangible yet powerful, capable of being gentle or sharp, and was given the name of freedom by the people of the world....

"So-called setbacks are merely hurdles, waiting to be personally overcome by you."

Cultivating the Mind, third page, Human Perseverance.

"A thousand trials and tribulations forge an iron heart; an iron heart is not tough, but it can enable you to calmly analyze all situations."

Legend has it that in the far west of the world, there exists an exotic kingdom from ancient texts, home to a group of handsome and enchanting Tan'er elves.

They have long lifespans and are favored by heaven and earth; they scoff at methods of extending life.

Even Tan'er people without Cultivation can live for thousands of years! For them, lifespan is the cheapest thing; they pursue freedom and revere freedom.

The Tan'er territory is fertile and boundless, yet it cannot change the poverty of most Tan'er people; they live hand-to-mouth, their lives a torment, and tens of thousands starve to death each year.

Wealth, however, is concentrated in the hands of a small group of high-ranking Tan'er, who are immensely rich, accumulating gold and jade.

Their lives of luxury and fine dining are exceedingly joyful; perhaps a mere trifle is enough for them to spend vast sums of money.

But this indeed brought suffering to the ordinary tribesmen; for their livelihood, they were willingly driven and exploited, farming, mining, and performing for entertainment became daily necessities.

"Freedom" was etched into their Bloodline, but in the face of death, they all bowed their heads, silent and accepting of their fate....

Among the Tan'er people, there was an enlightened eminent monk whose great name was as hot and dazzling as the sacred sun, and every household knew him well.

"Monk Xinjian"

It is rumored that his Dao Heart was as firm as steel, and nothing could shake it in the slightest; furthermore, he saved all beings and treated everyone equally.

Even heinous villains, cunning tricksters, or insidious schemers had no fundamental difference in his eyes.

And every hundred years, he would emerge from the mountains to take disciples! And he only accepted those with Opportunity!

The number of disciples was exactly one hundred; only those true talents who could stand out would receive his Legacy!

"Heart Steadfast Dao Method"

The grade of this Cultivation Technique is unknown, and its effect is even called a miracle!

It can make the Cultivator's heart as firm as steel! Their belief eternal! Like holding the compass of life, even if the stars change, the direction will never be lost!

Even irresistible temptations or so-called desperate situations can be calmly and composedly handled!

And the protagonist of this text, named "Xiao Xiao," was very fortunate to be chosen by Monk Xinjian!

Monk Xinjian took him from the remote mountains; the cheers of relatives, the expectations of family, and the gaze of all eyes were things he had never experienced.

Xiao Xiao followed Monk Xinjian for not long before arriving at a magnificent mountain!

Gazing at the dense crowd of peers his age before him, his astonished mouth remained agape for a long time, and a surging flame ignited in his heart, making his blood hot and boiling.

Xiao Xiao observed carefully and was surprised to find that everyone present was dressed in luxurious clothes! With jade hairpins in their hair, they spoke poems he did not understand.

In contrast, he was sallow and emaciated from malnutrition, small in stature, dressed in rags, and even his hands were filled with calluses and cracks.

He formed a stark contrast with everyone present, appearing out of place, like an ugly duckling entering a swan's party.

Xiao Xiao felt completely uncomfortable; curious gazes, scornful looks, and occasional wanton mockery constantly tormented his mind.

Due to his inferiority complex, he silently lowered his head, only to see his own dirt-stained, hole-ridden cloth shoes....

"Hey, where did you, this shabby boy, come from? What's your name?"

Looking up, he saw a refined Young Master curiously examining him, his eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

His robe was so exquisite, so elegant, with golden borders subtly shimmering with purple light, beautiful like the stars, making it impossible to look away.

Xiao Xiao's eyes instantly fixated; in his understanding, only celestial maidens and divine sons would dress like this.

And a coarse cloth garment without holes was the gift he dreamed of.

But this was clearly his extravagant hope; he often couldn't sleep due to hunger, so he naturally understood that a coarse cloth garment was worth a dozen steamed white buns....