Bitter Victory

"That's right." Ikaris chuckled innocently.

Danchun rolled her eyes at his expression. His petty intentions had been seen through at a glance. 

She had the appearance of a pretty maiden, but the female cultivator was actually an elder ancestor at least several hundred years old. As smart as Ikaris thought he was, he was still too wet behind the ears if he thought he could fool her.

Despite this, she did not expose his childish agenda and calmly assumed her role as a private martial instructor. In the last few days, Danchun had not wasted her time either and had managed to create a Secondary Spark that allowed her to convert a fraction of her Stamina into Spirit Qi. 

The yield was abysmally low, but as long as her body could access this source of energy, she could then use her atrophied Spiritual Root to absorb this Qi and nourish her cells with it following the precepts of her Cultivation Technique.