When Yan Zhonghe said he wanted to formally accept Fang Qingyu as his disciple, Ye Zhaozhao hesitated for a moment.
She already knew that the Heaven-Slaying Art and Heaven-Severing Blade were two massive pitfalls. If she formally cultivated these methods, wouldn't she be overdrawing her future potential?
That wouldn't do!
Through the system, she could gather the destiny of all the world's prodigies. Her future potential would only continue to increase.
However, cultivating these two techniques, no matter how much her potential increased, would drain it, and it would be almost impossible for her to reach the Integration Stage.
For Ye Zhaozhao, who harbored immense ambition, this was absolutely unacceptable.
Ye Zhaozhao was just thinking about how to decline.
Yan Zhonghe looked at her gently: "Qingyu, you don't need to cultivate the Heaven-Slaying Art and Heaven-Severing Blade. These two techniques are too bloodthirsty and don't suit your gentle and kind nature. After you formally become my disciple, I will teach you a technique: the Prison-Suppressing Art! From now on, you will switch to cultivating this method."
A trace of surprise flashed in Ye Zhaozhao's eyes.
Yan Zhonghe...
He actually didn't want her to cultivate the Heaven-Slaying Art and Heaven-Severing Blade?
This wasn't right!
She knew there were problems with these two techniques, which was why she wanted to decline.
But.
In Yan Zhonghe's mind, these should be two peerless techniques that would help the Overlord Blade Sect rise.
Yet, he was now actively preventing her from cultivating them.
What did this prove?
Did Yan Zhonghe... already know about the problems with these two techniques?
Regardless, not having to cultivate those two pitfalls was a good thing, so Ye Zhaozhao happily agreed.
Yan Zhonghe said softly, "Go prepare. You will formally become my disciple tomorrow."
After Ye Zhaozhao left, Yan Zhonghe watched her retreating figure, a strange light in his eyes.
The power of bloodline, sometimes, was truly a good thing.
Some things.
Others couldn't do, but his blood relatives could easily help him achieve his goals.
He didn't care what was beneath the skin of this body, as long as his Yan Zhonghe's blood flowed within it.
The next day.
Ye Zhaozhao formally became Yan Zhonghe's disciple, his youngest.
At the same time, Yan Zhonghe's eldest disciple, whose Dantian was crippled and thus useless, was directly banished to the outer sect by Yan Zhonghe. Not long after, he died in destitution.
Throughout this entire process, Yan Zhonghe didn't even spare him a glance.
This incredibly cold-hearted behavior inevitably made the disciples of the Overlord Blade Sect feel a chill.
Perhaps to prove that he wasn't entirely heartless, Yan Zhonghe did give some elixirs to Wu Lingchuan and Cong Xin, helping them recover.
From then on.
No one in the sect dared to mention Ren Gu, and Wu Lingchuan and Cong Xin remained as respectful as ever.
As for any undercurrents beneath the surface, others couldn't see them for now.
In Wanfa City.
As soon as Li Shuang's soul entered, the bronze eye buzzed incessantly.
Li Shuang was startled.
She studied it for a moment, then fumbled to turn off the messages, and the world finally became quiet.
Li Shuang was also a bit puzzled.
She had only been in Wanfa City for a day, had no friends, and hadn't done anything out of the ordinary, so why were so many people suddenly looking for her?
Li Shuang glanced at the specific content of the communications.
During her absence from Wanfa City, she had actually received hundreds of invitation letters.
Most of them came from small and medium-sized sects, inviting her to join their sects and promising her various benefits.
Li Shuang casually opened an invitation letter from a medium-sized sect and was quite amazed.
This sect, called the Blazing Wind Sect, was only a medium-sized sect in the Central Continent, but the terms and benefits they offered in their invitation letter were even better than those for a direct disciple of the Sword Sect!
The Sword Sect, one of the six great sects of the Southern Continent, was actually inferior to even a medium-sized sect in the Central Continent!
Besides these small and medium-sized sects, two high-level sects also extended an olive branch to Li Shuang.
However, these two high-level sects' invitations required her to first participate in an entrance test, and her treatment would be determined based on the test results. She couldn't join directly.
In the Central Continent.
There were also super sects that surpassed even large sects.
And none of these super sects sent messages to Li Shuang.
Seeing this situation, Li Shuang roughly understood.
In the Central Continent, the talent she displayed should be equivalent to a prodigy within a medium-sized sect, or an ordinary elite disciple of a high-level sect.
As for super sects, she wasn't yet worthy of their attention.
Li Shuang didn't feel discouraged.
Her cultivation path had just begun, and the feeling of having countless geniuses ahead of her waiting to be surpassed was actually quite good.
Li Shuang first replied to these sects, stating that she already belonged to a sect and thanked them for their kindness.
Afterward.
She started looking at various tasks.
Initially.
The guard told her that to go to the Soul Prison, the prerequisite was to have at least three patterns on her Soul Golden Core.
But her situation was different.
After cultivating the Samsara Art, she no longer had a Soul Golden Core, replaced instead by a Soul Green Lotus.
But Li Shuang knew her own situation; the strength of this Soul Green Lotus was considerably stronger than a Soul Golden Core.
She definitely met the minimum standard for the Soul Prison.
Then... it was time to go outside the city and see!
Li Shuang had long been incredibly curious about the vast world outside Wanfa City.
For her first trip out of the city, she didn't dare to take on tasks that were too difficult.
She just wanted to pick a few beginner tasks to test the waters.
As Li Shuang was choosing, she heard a few people nearby discussing something.
At first, she just listened casually, but then she listened more and more intently.
"Two years from now. The Soul Golden Altar will open again. This time, I wonder which layer I can reach!"
"I don't even think about such problems. I might not even qualify to participate."
"According to previous years' standards, to compete for the Soul Golden Altar, one needs to accumulate 30,000 Soul Points within seven years. I'm just a little short, so I should be able to participate."
"Brother Lin, you're so lucky! Last time, I risked my life chasing a sixth-tier soul beast, but not only did I fail, I also injured my own soul body. I don't dare to leave the city again. This time... I can only miss out."
"Missing out is nothing. In the end, this Soul Golden Altar is still the battlefield for those on the Genius Ranking. I'm just going to join the fun."
"Indeed. The strongest this time will probably still be Youlan. Among the top ten on the Genius Ranking, eight are righteous disciples. However, Youlan alone suppresses the entire list; no matter how many righteous geniuses there are, they are dim in her presence."
"Not necessarily. Those on the Genius Ranking are not to be trifled with. After seven years of cultivation, who knows what trump cards they might have gained."
Li Shuang listened silently for a while, and the term "Soul Golden Altar" appeared in her mind.
What was this?
According to the two people's discussion, this Soul Golden Altar should be very important, but the competitors were mainly young disciples, with no veteran powerhouses participating.