A Resounding Victory

Only after a long while did Duàn Yì cease drawing in Heaven and Earth Vital Energy. The elemental vortexes and dazzling multicolored radiance swirling around and within him swiftly vanished without a trace, and all returned to calm.

Ding Ling, who had arrived at some unknown time and was watching from afar, saw this and crossed several rises and falls to reach Duàn Yì.

Clad in a white dress, her long hair smooth and jet-black, she came riding the wind, utterly unlike a person of the mortal world. A crescent-moon blade hung at her waist, and with her hands clasped behind her back as though strolling through a garden, she clicked her tongue and said,

"What an unparalleled genius, with limitless potential. Impressive.

Judging by your current cultivation, I'm afraid you already surpass some of the old fogeys in our cult. Just how did you cultivate?"

For a martial artist who followed the proper path and cultivated normally, reaching Great Accomplishment in true qi after ten years and Great Accomplishment in true essence after twenty years was already considered fairly rapid progress. It might not qualify one as a genius, but it was at least first-rate, worthy of an outstanding talent.

As for the True Core realm, it could not be achieved simply by grinding away and accumulating power bit by bit over the years. One also needed the necessary aptitude and comprehension.

Yet Duàn Yì had accomplished in two years what would take others thirty to fifty years. That speed was simply abnormal.

And if Duàn Yì had consumed excessive pills and heavenly treasures to raise his cultivation, or had learned martial arts that allowed him to absorb others' power to strengthen himself, then it would not have been all that remarkable.

But he had barely taken any medicine