Cultivation knows no time.
One year later.
In a courtyard of Little Lingxu Peak, quiet chamber.
Han Yi silently opened his eyes, with the spirit light rippling in his eyes. Numerous spirit stones, including middle-grade and low-grade ones, were shattered by his side.
Han Yi's face looked somewhat helpless.
"I miscalculated. It's been a year, and I've consumed all middle-grade spirit stones and even all low-grade spirit stones, but my cultivation base has only reached the peak of the sixth layer of Qi Cultivation."
"With this crappy aptitude of mine, if I really stick to the rules and scrimped on low-grade spirit stones for my cultivation, I wouldn't be able to reach the seventh layer of Qi Cultivation in this lifetime."
"My path should be called the Road of Whaling."
Actually, before his closed-door cultivation, Han Yi had calculated that the 150 middle-grade spirit stones would definitely be enough for him to cultivate to the seventh layer of Qi Cultivation.