In this continent, there had a precise hierarchy of cultivation for the cultivators.

Stages one to four were External Strength, Internal strength, Prowess Strength, and Natural Strength.

These four stages were just to lay the groundwork for the subsequent cultivation.

The challenging journey started at the fifth stage.

The following stages were the Qi Condensation Stage, Foundation Establishment Stage, Core Formation Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, Demigod Stage, Void Spirit stage, Synthesis Stage, Immortalization Stage, and Ascension Stage.

It was said that the Immortal Government would send the special envoy to inform the one into the Celestial World as the cultivator reached at the Immortalization Stage.

Most of them would be in raptures if that happened.

The spiritual energy in the body was the basis for cultivation.

Under normal conditions, the qi in the body was not willfully controlled by the mind. Only when one focused, the mental energy could one direct and work on the qi.

Moreover, when qi transformed into higher energy levels, a corresponding amount of mental energy was required to direct and control it.

If the mental energy were not sufficient, one would easily go insane and be unable to properly control the energy in his body. For this reason, cultivators often meditated in seclusion and increased their mental energy.

Each breakthrough came with a different tribulation.

Tribulation was a very personal matter, and if anyone interfered with the process, the power of tribulation would increase many times over. Not only that, but most of those who interfered in the tribulation would survive ... barely.

Wang Yan was breaking through the 8th stage and got to the 9th. This time her tribulation was insanity. The qi from this room in her body was not something she could handle.

Wang Yan gave a violent start and a kind of gasping cry when she felt Zhang Jian hold her right leg.

"Don't... It's my tribulatrion!"

But it was too late.

Zhang Jian clutched his fists to draw circles on her feet with raised blue veins and kneaded her calf with wonderful skill.

Looking at Wang Yan's countenance somehow changed, Zhang Jian didn't stop and said softly, "It's all right. Just bear with it for a minute."

It was just crampin. People in this world seemed to know nothing about it.

Somehow, Wang Yan perceived none of the qi from Zhang Jian's hand, yet the restless qi in her body settled down.

As staring at the senior who was still kneading her feet, Wang Yan's grief seemed to be beyond tears.

"I'm sorry to get you into trouble…." Even someone strong as her master wasn't able to get rid of that. She had deep concern for the man in front of her.

She cried out uncontrollably.

The senior got what happened to me yet still saved me at risk of his life. He was supposed to have my deepest gratitude ...

Zhang Jian had nothing to say.

'... my tribulatrion'?

Did she mean that it was ineluctable? Wait! Did it constantly happen?

Zhang Jian knew that cramp was a sign of lacking some sort of microelement.

She indeed had a rough time at Old Xiao's home! No wonder she was crying so hard.

"It's fine. There's nothing inevitable besides me."

Zhang Jian was determined to keep the little girl and take good care of her.

'... nothing inevitable'?

Wang Yan might mock the others if someone dared claim such words. However, she must take it seriously and be formal if the one were Zhang Jian. It didn't like he was joking. In other words, he would be fine even so.

Oh ... what the hell mighty!

"Senior, you're so good to me!"

She would be dead already if that one weren't Zhang Jian. And she'd have any problems breaking through. No one had treated her so well except for her master.

Zhang Jian was also a little at a loss. He didn't expect anyone would get cramps from malnutrition, inevitably.

As the blue veins on her legs faded, Zhang Jian had an accidental glance at her jade-like skin covered by scattered clothes.

"Uh... there's nothing to do, I'll go out."

Wang Yan was somewhat confused, she looked at herself a little cluttered, then blushed.

"Why is senior so crooked!"

Zhang Jian intended to go to the toilet, yet he turned back at the entry.

There was nothing to say all night.

The next day, Wang Yan woke up in the morning. It seemed that what happened yesterday was just her dream. She got up and tidied up her bedding before going to the kitchen.

After all, she was a maid now.

A solid sweet smell in the living room hit her nose before she came to the kitchen.

It not only aroused her endless appetite but also roughly repaired the internal injury left last night.

A plate of steamed bread and a basin of porridge, covered with a transparent lid, spreading on the square table.

A piece of paper lay on the table. Wang Yan picked it up and read it and was moved.

"The whole day's work depends on a good start in the morning. Breakfast is not much, being stuffed is bad for the health."

"From Zhang Jian."

Recalling how Zhang Jian looked at her after she drank a pot of soup yesterday, Wang Yan's pretty face turned red like an apple.

"I didn't take much."

Looking around, she found that Zhang Jian was not at home. It seemed that he had been out for a while.

After breakfast, her satiety turned into guilt. Wang Yan noticed that all the hidden wounds in her body had been eliminated. Then her sense of responsibility as a maid surged up.

She intended to use her cultivation to draw two buckets of water from the well; at this time, suddenly an old voice sounded.

"You'd better not use your cultivation in this yard, the consequences is not something you could bear. As a maid, you should do as a maid should do."

Cerberus, lying in his nest with his eyelids drooping, closed his eyes to take a nap.

Wang Yan felt a deadly pressure. Under such arua, she couldn't even breathe. Fortunately, the pressure came and went quickly.

Sitting by the well, Wang Yan couldn't help muttering in her mind, "No cultivation for using... senior intended to develop me?"

With that in mind, she thought deeper again, "The master had just promoted to the Immortalization Stage yet still dared not disdain this senior. He's indeed unfathomable. He may be the mighty in the Immortalization Stage, or even at the Ascension Stage?"

As if frightened by that thought, the bucket in her hand unknowingly fell onto the bottom of the well.

She frowned.

With her physical strength alone, she could move a hill because of her promotion to the Demigod Stage. Still, she had to consume all her physical strength to pull the bucket from the well.

While Wang Yan was fighting with the well, Zhang Jian was climbing the mountain.

It was not that mountain he lived in, here was the Xiaobie mountain miles away. The site where he lived was called Dabie Mountain by locals.

The terrain of Dabie Mountain was extremely steep above the mountainside, and even the slope angle in some places reached 90 degrees. It was why Zhang Jian could only look wishful even if there were rich exotic food from Mt. Dabie.

The ecological cycle inside tended to be balanced; Zhang Jian's favorite was hunting and fishing in Mt. Xiaobie.

Splitting the thorns in front of him, Zhang Jian intended to walk to the secret base he had prepared for himself.

That was the only river in Xiaobie Mountain; Zhang Jian left some fishing tackle there.