13th-day in the second month of the year.

From White Death Forest, one would need to travel for a week to reach the territory of the Wang Family. Those who were weaker than a Saint would probably take a couple of months to get there.

The Celestial Spirit Realm was terrifyingly huge. The three continents alone were huge but the central regions was even wider than those three combined. A single Domain was at least hundreds of thousands of kilometers large.

In his travel to the Wang Family Territory, Wang Ling learned a lot of things from Qigang.

There were four major forces in the Frost Domain. Three of which had been here since the coming of the new era while the other was only beginning.

Frost Peak Sect, Yan Clan, Mu Clan, and finally the family that had just been established 30 years ago, the Wang Family.

The Frost Peak Sect on the North, Mu Clan on the West, Yan Clan on the East and the Wang Family of the South. There used to be a time when the balance only exists in the three original forces, but with the arrival of the Wang Family, everything became complicated.

The Frost Peak Sect chose to become neutral and the balance of the forces became chaotic for the two clans and the new upstart.

But this spurted a question to Wang Ling. If there were already three forces in the Frost Domain, then why would they let a new one pop out of nowhere? If he was one of the two clans, Wang Ling would have killed the upstarts.

But Qigang gave him a satisfying answer he was not expecting, "The South of Frost Domain was considered a lawless area. It used to be run by a multitude of gangs and clans, but the Manor Head and the Mistress suddenly appeared and beat us all up to submission."

Qigang played back a certain memory and showed a bitter smile.

Wang Ling found it baffling how Qigang could remember a memory like so with a smile and not feel any hate. From what he could tell, the Shadow Pavilion that was on Wang Shu Qing's commands was previously his family's enemies.

Having a history of fighting other forces himself, Wang Ling was alien to the idea of being friends to his enemies. But after thinking about it, isn't his relationship with Bai Xue the same?

He had noticed it before but it seemed like he was changing. Wang Ling does not understand most things other than cultivating, fighting, and scheming. But the most complicated thing he could not understand was himself.

But might have been why he was slow in his cultivation in the previous era. Thinking about his tragic past, Wang Ling could only sigh.

"Why are you sighing, First Young Master?"

"It is nothing."

"Um, if that is the case, then please look forward."

Wang Ling raised his head and saw a city up ahead. The city was built with high and thick walls made of the legendary [Black Bone Iron] that can be harvested from a beast called [Nightwalker].

"That is the [Warrior's Fortress], one of the few last fortresses from the [Abyssal Invasion] around 200,000 years ago. Against its name, the Warrior's Fortress was not an actual fortress but instead, it was a city. A city that holds many fights and let the wildness of everyone's instinct run wild. Our Wang Family helps run this place, constantly providing prices for the weekly and monthly bouts of all cultivation levels.

"First Young Master, have I told you what the name the Wang Family rules over? It is called by many the [Warrior's Holy Land]. It is a place where everything is welcomed and is ruled by an amiable but at the same time, a fierce lord. " Qigang explained from the side.

Wang Ling reveled in the majestic walls of the city. However, he did not disregard Qigans words about an invasion. He took note of it in his head and made sure to get back to it at some point.

They landed near the gates of the city and entered without a problem or causing a ruckus. After entering, the two beasts asked to take their leaves and find a place where they could change clothes.

Spirit beasts that can change into human forms almost always rip their clothes when they turn into their spirit beast form after their human forms. Clothes don't automatically wrap around beasts who wears them.

Qigang and Wang Ling planned on resting in this city for an entire day and let the spirit beasts rest. They had been tired from all the travels and requires rest.

Wang Ling, however, does not have any inkling to bidding his time. Along his journey with Qigang, they had met with adversaries like spirit beasts and humans trying to mess with them.

Of course, they killed them without a problem and along the way, he had refined two souls. Six days were all it took for him to raise his strength to the peak of early-level-3 nascent soul stage.

Qigang found Wang Ling's advancement terrifying and astonishing at the same time. He did not say anything to him other than giving him advice about not everything is speed. Wang Ling responded nicely to his words and was not offended by it.

The city that came into full view had a wide arrange of races living within and enjoying themselves. Around them were people looking like bandits with their shabby clothing and rough exterior.

The place looked more like a bandit den than a proper city where normal people live in. This was the Warrior's Fortress a place where no one would care if you're a killer if you don't break its laws, because if you do, then death will surely come.

Looking around, the surrounding buildings looked truly old but sturdy. The buildings were not sophisticatedly built for its purpose was to be sturdy to withstand the attacks of the Demons.

However, even after hundreds of thousands of years. These buildings stand tall. Even if these bandit-like cultivators rough them up, they will stand. A sturdy and resilient city truly suits the violent and turbulent moods of its occupants.

Wang Ling stood in front of an inn and entered without a problem. They could go into the City Lord's home and stay there, but Wang Ling wanted to move in a low key manner so they entered the city without causing any ruckus.

While Qigang handles checking in, Wang Ling could hear the talks of the various people around them.

"The [Masked Sword] has moved once again. I heard he went to challenge the newly appointed [Seven Sword] of the Sword Hall in a sword fight." Someone suddenly said.

"So, did he finally win?" another questioned.

"It was a draw. He won in pure sword skills on the first bout. But after that, he lost when cultivation came into play."

"Again? What about accepting a master? Did he finally accept a master?"

"No, but it seems like he was pushed far this time and gave her reason for not accepting the offers of the other master swordsman."

"Oh, that's interesting, he actually does have a reason. I thought he was just acting cheeky. So, what's the reason?"

"He says he has a master already and he is on a journey to better his sword and seek his approval to be properly thought."

While Wang Ling was listening, Qigang approached him and called out to him. Wang Ling was led to a room where he could rest.

Entering the room, he remembered the conversation downstairs and just shook his head before activating his bloodline and began cultivating.

When night fell, Wang Ling who was in the midst of cultivation. His body was still burning and the impurities that remained was being incinerated little by little. He was absorbing qi with his halo and body while meditating inside his mindscape.

He was ringing the bell to strengthen his soul and right now, he could finally withstand 10 rings. But any more and he would feel pain.

After cultivating like so, Wang Ling stopped and as he stopped, he opened his eyes and got up when midnight came.

Gently placing Bai Xue on the bed, he took out a sword and motioned himself to slash out. With a move, he executed Judgment with ease. Exhaling, Wang Ling found out that nothing happened.

He managed to control his strength and felt the energy of his sword strike was perfect.

"I finally reached consummation on this technique. Now for the next one."

Wang Ling was improving, little by little.