Ren Qing sat cross-legged in the dim cave, trying to find an opportunity to advance to Skin Refiner.
He had thought that once he was close to the bottleneck, the promotion would happen naturally.
But before he knew it, over half an hour had passed. Aside from the tingling numbness in his skin that refused to fade, he felt no sign of a breakthrough.
The corner of Ren Qing's mouth twitched, and he opened his eyes.
He suddenly realized a crucial point.
Although Ren Qing had three Magic Techniques that had reached the Half-Corpse Realm, he had no actual experience with realm advancements.
'If I try to figure this out on my own, advancing anytime soon will be difficult. Something might even go wrong during my mining shift.'
Ren Qing gritted his teeth and took out an oil-paper package from his Abnormal Mouth.
The powder inside was made from poisonous herbs found in the nearby forest, dried and ground, then mixed with a bit of iron sand.
