After several centuries, Zhou Yi had long since shed the ingrained habit of fighting for every moment.
Year after year of steady progress—given enough time, whatever he wanted would naturally fall into his hands.
That was why, based on Bai Yan's martial aptitude, he had set a three-month deadline. Step by step, Bai Yan would reach the Beast Blood Baptism stage.
Now, Bai Yan had forcibly swallowed the meat porridge, endured the agony of his body splitting apart and the threat of death, and reached the goal a month early. In truth, he had disrupted Zhou Yi's arrangements.
"This is not necessarily a bad thing. It can instead give him an opportunity."
After Zhou Yi explained the baptism and aperture-condensation methods, he waved his hand, and a water vat appeared on the ground, filled to the brim with demon beast essence blood.
"This method is rather crude, and pain will be unavoidable during the process. Go ahead and try cultivating it."
"Thank you, Daoist Priest."
Bai Yan bowed deeply, removed his outer robe, and jumped into the vat. Following the baptism method, he began tempering his body.
Strands of essence blood flowed through his muscles, tendons, and bones, like needle tips and files scraping through his marrow. Bai Yan endured for a while before finally letting out a scream like a pig being slaughtered.
Zhou Yi said, "This method came from beyond the borders. I heard that children there begin their baptism at seven or eight years old, yet none of them howl like this."
Bai Yan's face flushed crimson as he held it in. No matter what, he refused to lose to a child, so he could only grit his teeth and endure in silence.
"That's more like it."
Zhou Yi nodded slightly. How could Bai Yan know that