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... make Min Zhenkang a hothouse flower, incapable of achieving greatness. With unwavering determination, he trekked on foot toward the Fang Sect, pressing forward both day and night.

As he journeyed, Min Zhenkang’s mind was a whirlwind of activity, constantly scouring for cultivation techniques suitable for his current level. His earlier cultivation had been too weak, limiting the techniques available to him. Now, with a slightly improved cultivation, he found himself without the time to s ...

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