The Ordinary Power of Thought

"What great timing!

"Let the storm pour! Bring it on!"

With a look of utter determination on his face, Xu Xiaoshou stood on the smooth surface of the cultivation platform, his hands shielding his head.

His body was covered in bloody gashes. But he remained unmoved. Real men never backed down.

This was already his dozenth attempt. He'd realized that not only did the crushing weight of the waterfall serve as a great way to train his physical body, but every slash from a sword energy also served to bring him a little closer to his next cultivation level. He wasn't going to let such a fine opportunity at cultivation slip through his fingers.

As for the Passive Points that he was accumulating every 1.35 seconds… well, it didn't hurt, but he definitely wasn't doing this for a few miserable Passive Points.

Passive Points: 6666.

Clang.