After the meal, the servants cleared away the bowls and chopsticks, replacing them with a pot of freshly brewed hot tea.
Ji Wuling lifted his teacup, took a sip, and let his gaze fall on Wang Yue. In an even tone, he asked, "Other than the Blood Dragon Secret Method and the Harmonious Flow Fist, you have not cultivated any other martial arts, have you?"
Wang Yue sat up straight and respectfully replied, "Reporting to Master, I also know the Tiger Might Saber Technique. Other than that, there is nothing else."
Ji Wuling nodded and took another sip of tea, a trace of reminiscence appearing in his eyes. "When I was young, I was hot-blooded and impatient for success. My foundation in the Blood Condensation Realm was unstable, and I forcibly broke through into inner strength after condensing only sixteen strands of Qi and Blood."
Later, I wasted forty years in the Energy Refining Realm before barely making up for that old deficit.
He set down his teacup, and his expression abruptly turned solemn. "There is no road back in the martial path. You must weigh every step carefully and cannot afford the slightest carelessness.
Do you understand?"
"This disciple understands!" Wang Yue hurriedly answered, engraving those words firmly in his heart.
"It is good that you understand."
Ji Wuling's expression eased slightly as he continued, "What matters most to you now is not rushing to break through, but nurturing your strength.
Whether you take pills that nourish Blood Qi or use your own Blood Qi to nurture the embryonic inner strength, you must settle down and do it patiently.
Once your strength has been sufficiently nurtured, the next step will be tempering the body—using martial arts moves to drive inner strength through the meridians, repeatedly scouring and tempering the