He gave them cultivation techniques, gave them treasures, gave them granddaughters—then gave them his life...
Thinking of the old grandpas who so often appeared at the protagonist's side, Wang Chen secretly shivered.
Surely not. Surely not.
He was not helping Meng Fei because some saintly impulse had seized him; he had another purpose in mind.
If Meng Fei proved to be the sort who did not know gratitude, then this would be the end of it. Wang Chen would leave and sever this karmic thread.
But he could see the other party's wholehearted gratitude.
"Though you took the wrong path, it is not too late."
Wang Chen said seriously to Meng Fei, "I can teach you a cultivation technique for Foundation Establishment and Qi Refining. You need not repay me by working yourself to the bone; you only need to perform in a way that meets my expectations."
People could change. Wang Chen could not be certain that, after Meng Fei received his help and soared into the sky, his temperament would remain unchanged.
But he was willing to place a small wager on this young man with an eight-pattern Spiritual Root.
The investment was small, but the returns might be enormous!
Meng Fei nodded hard. "This lowly one—this disciple will certainly strive his utmost!"
He was quick to change the way he addressed himself.
Wang Chen smiled but did not correct him.
It was not important.
After giving it some thought, Wang Chen said, "Your Spiritual Root is excellent, but your cultivation methods have been improper. Before you begin formal study, you must replenish your blood and vital essence, lest you damage your foundation again."
The poor could not become immortals.
Cultivation required not only techniques, but also the nourishment of spiritual treasures and spiritual energy.
Meng Fei's greatest