After the meal, Lumberling returned to his room and sat down with his legs crossed. He slowly entered the Imperial Mindseal Meditation, steadying his breath and calming his thoughts.
If he pushed himself to his limit, he could gain two or three points a day at most. It was painfully slow compared to the growth he gained from devouring enemies or training his other skills, but there was no shortcut. This was something he had to grind through on his own.
'I really thought there might be a faster way,' he thought, clicking his tongue in mild frustration. 'Even Duke Hadric didn't have a solution.'
This world was not a true cultivation world. It lacked the rare resources and precious herbs that could speed up mental growth.
If things stayed like this, his slow progress would become a problem. Devouring essence was a double-edged blade. It could make him stronger, but if his mind wasn't strong enough, the memories he absorbed could crush him instead.
