In the freezing cold, Gao Zhijian, dressed in light clothes, had steam rising from his head. He walked up to Li Huowang, excitedly pointing at the military manual and said, "Train."
Li Huowang understood what he meant; Gao Zhijian was suggesting he cultivate this Military Cultivation Technique. He shook his head slightly. "There's no need. You go ahead. I don't need it anymore."
If I had just left the Qingfeng Daoist Temple and gotten my hands on this, I absolutely would have considered it a priceless treasure. But compared to the Cultivation Technique I'm practicing now, and the Sitting Oblivion Path Divine Skills Hong Zhong has, this solid but unsophisticated Military doctrine seems rather underwhelming. As for being able to survive without a head, I can do that now too, as long as I don't discover my own head is gone.
