Chapter 3: Soaring Cultivation The sun was already high in the sky by the time Chen Ping slowly dragged himself out of his hard wooden bed, rubbing his sleep-laden eyes. He pushed open the creaking wooden door, letting the morning light spill into the courtyard. He froze. The courtyard, which had been covered in a thick layer of dust just last night, was now clean and tidy. The fallen leaves had been swept into a neat pile, the bluestone pavement revealed its original color, and even the…