The Lowest Rung of the Sect

Under the clear sky, Jiang Hao sat cross-legged on the ground.

He used what he had learned from the nameless manual quietly and observed those who entered and exited the sect.

Guarding the mountain gate was a monotonous task, but it was also the one that involved the most encounters with others.

Occasionally, he could see a few cultivators with hidden realms.

However, there weren't many of them.

Such individuals were extremely rare.

Those who liked to hide were generally those who specialized in alchemy, talisman crafting, or forging.

They could earn spirit stones, and the resources brought by cultivation weren't that important to them.

As for those who had crossed to major realms, he hadn't encountered any so far.

For those with higher cultivation than him, he could sense something unusual, but he couldn't determine the details.

Half a month passed, and Jiang Hao practiced the nameless manual all along.