Autumn passed, and winter arrived, time strolling by at a leisurely pace.0

If it weren't for the fact that Chen Ping'an could see the silhouette of the southern end of the Sword Qi Great Wall when he looked up, he would have almost mistakenly thought that he was at the White Paper Blessed Land, or perhaps at the Golden Millet Blessed Land after drinking some Forgetting Sorrow Wine.0

Even though Chen Ping'an cultivated diligently without slacking off — in fact, he could be described as very busy — he still felt like this wasn't enough. Thus, he asked Grandma Bai to spar with him, yet Grandma Bai was unwilling to unleash deadly power, no matter what, and at most taught him some fist stances. Not satiated by the fist technique training sessions, Chen Ping'an could only invite Grandpa Nalan to the training ground in the Minute Small World, allowing him to familiarize himself with the deadly power of an Unpolished Jade Tier sword cultivator's flying sword. 1

At the same time, Chen Ping'an also learned some elementary stealth techniques from the so-called assassin who had fallen from the Immortal Tier. There were many exquisite movements that pertained to the fundamental principles of cultivation, yet these movements could only be performed by sword cultivators. This left Chen Ping'an feeling slightly disappointed.3

Besides cultivation, Chen Ping'an would try his best to visit the wine shop whenever he had free time. He would stay for around two hours each time, though he wouldn't help much when it came to selling wine. Instead, he would sit amidst a large group of young children, continuing to play the role of a storyteller. At most, he would also teach them some characters and recite some poems and essays, ones that didn't pertain to any particular teachings or principles.3

Even though Chen Ping'an was delegating all of his responsibilities, Shopkeeper Die Zhang didn't have any complaints at all. This was because the money-making strategies of...0