Where did this idiot come from?

After some time had passed,

Lu Yi began to notice a distinct deepening of his comprehension regarding the White Cloud Breathing Art. He decided to initiate another cycle and was pleasantly surprised by the results.

The aura now flowed more smoothly, and the time needed to complete a full circle was notably reduced, nearly by a third.

Even the efficiency of spiritual energy absorption had shown improvement.

In essence, his training efficiency had increased by roughly 50%, marking a substantial advancement.

Lu Yi had initially aimed to reach the seventh level of Qi training, a process estimated to take around seven or eight months.

However, considering his newfound progress, this timeframe might be shortened to just five or six months. The enhanced flow of aura not only resulted in quicker technique execution but also promised an overall boost in combat prowess. The improvements across the board were quite substantial.

Determined to maximize his gains, Lu Yi set himself the task of practicing his Cultivation ten more times, diligently continuing his training. He felt that every bit of training counted, and neglecting to assign tasks would be a missed opportunity.

Time continued to pass in this manner. Lu Yi consistently issued self-assigned tasks, dedicating his mornings to White Cloud Swordsmanship, his afternoons to White Cloud Footwork, and his evenings to Cultivating Qi. His three martial techniques and spells were all rapidly progressing as a result.

In what seemed like the blink of an eye, two weeks had flown by, marking the beginning of a new month.

In the morning, Lu Yi, Lu Gaoyang, and Wang Siqi had their breakfast. Lu Gaoyang suddenly remembered something and turned to Lu Yi, saying, "Yi'er, today is the day when the elders deliver lectures. Don't forget the timing."

Lu Yi took a bite of his half-eaten meat bun and nodded, replying, "I'm aware."

At the start of each month, the outer sect's elders conducted lectures at White Cloud Peak. They imparted fundamental cultivation principles and addressed issues encountered by outer sect disciples during their practice. These lectures were particularly valuable as the elders boasted golden core cultivation levels, and their wisdom greatly benefited disciples who had only reached the Qi training realm.

Basically, at the beginning of every month, unless they had other obligations, outer sect disciples attended these lectures, including Lu Yi.

Free teachings from golden core level experts were opportunities not to be missed. Although Lu Yi possessed a system that expedited his training, he remained grounded and aware that he was still a Qi training novice in the world of cultivation. He couldn't afford to become complacent and overconfident, as it would only lead to setbacks.

After a hasty breakfast, Lu Yi declared, "Dad, I'm heading to White Cloud Peak."

Seeing Lu Yi's hurried departure, Wang Siqi chimed in, "Take care and don't rush."

"Understood!" Lu Yi responded with a smile, then swiftly exited the courtyard.

White Cloud Peak was situated within the White Cloud Mountains, a vast region spanning hundreds of kilometers that encompassed the entire sect. The sect comprised numerous high mountain ranges.

The outer sect occupied the outermost fringes of the main sect, boasting hundreds of peaks, including White Cloud Peak, where the elders conducted lectures.

Lu Yi resided on Bailing Peak, which was not too distant from White Cloud Peak, just six peaks away.

Checking the time, Lu Yi realized that he had ample time before the lecture. He sauntered leisurely along the mountain path leading to White Cloud Peak.

During his journey, Lu Yi spotted other outer disciples, some traveling alone and others in groups of two or three, accompanied by friends.

Lu Yi typically remained engrossed in his cultivation, rarely engaging in social interactions or forming particularly close friendships. In the world of cultivation, although relationships mattered, strength held even greater significance. Lu Yi believed that cultivating one's power took precedence, for regret would come too late in old age.

Nevertheless, he held no ill will toward others and maintained a polite demeanor. After all, his parents were respected deacons, and he had some degree of status in the outer sect. As for his personal cultivation talent, it fell within the mid-range of the outer sect. Few sought to provoke him willingly.

Furthermore, with his relatively modest cultivation level, it made little sense for others to target him. If one's own cultivation were weak, how could undermining someone else's benefit their progress? Besides, Lu Yi's parents held positions of authority.

Lu Yi recognized the importance of interpersonal relationships in this environment. While he focused on cultivating his strength, he understood the significance of maintaining amicable interactions with his peers. Jianghu, as they say, is not merely about combat and conflict but also about human relationships. The same held true in the world of cultivation.

As he approached White Cloud Peak, the atmosphere among the outer disciples grew increasingly serious. The location where the elders delivered their teachings was at the mountain's summit. Although the platform there was sizable, it could only accommodate thousands of disciples. Those who couldn't secure a seat on the platform stood on the mountain path, midway up the mountain, or even further down.

Only those positioned on the platform enjoyed optimal audibility. After the lectures concluded, the elders entertained questions from these disciples, ensuring that their doubts were addressed.

Who wouldn't want a spot on the platform? However, access depended on one's strength.

In the past, Lu Yi often listened to the lectures from a mid-mountain vantage point. This time, he aimed to experience the difference between the mountain's peak and its midsection.

With a smile, Lu Yi ascended towards the summit of White Cloud Peak.

Those of the first and second levels of Qi training had already stopped midway, recognizing their limitations. There were only so many positions on the platform, and attempting to seize one from a more powerful cultivator would invite conflict.

Ordinary disciples displayed self-awareness.

As he continued to ascend, the third and fourth level practitioners also ceased their ascent.

Upon reaching the middle section of the mountain, the number of disciples thinned. Even those of the fifth level stopped.

Lu Yi pressed onward, seemingly undeterred by the daunting ascent.

This action drew puzzled glances from those practicing Qi at the sixth level. It was customary for them to stop at this point.

However, Lu Yi's determination remained unshaken as he marched ahead.

Outer disciples on the higher levels began to exchange bewildered looks. They were accustomed to having the platform to themselves, but now a sixth-level Qi practitioner sought to squeeze in. Their expressions shifted from puzzlement to irritation.

"Who is this audacious individual? Doesn't he fear the consequences?" one disciple muttered.

"He seems oblivious to the impending thrashing. I dare say he's a brazen fool," another chimed in.

"I'll wager on how long it takes for this kid to be tossed down," someone else speculated, sparking a flurry of discussion.

Amidst the chatter, a tall outer disciple stepped forward, wearing a smile. "Junior Brother, could you have possibly lost your way? Why don't you return to a more suitable location?"

Laughter and anticipation rippled through the crowd, as it seemed an altercation was inevitable.