"Brother Pengyun, this method consumes far too many ordinary Golden Core spirit objects. If I were made an exception, the other clansmen would surely have objections."
"Moreover, three ordinary Golden Core spirit objects would be worth at least more than nine hundred thousand spirit stones on the market. If I fail to form my Golden Core this time, those three Golden Core spirit objects worth more than nine hundred thousand spirit stones would be wasted for nothing. The clan cannot bear such a loss."
Hearing this, Ling Pengcheng, who was kneeling on the ground, felt warmth in his heart, and some color returned to his dim, lifeless eyes. Yet he did not dare accept the matter and instead spoke up.
When ordinary clan members attempted to form their Golden Cores, they could also receive the clan's support in the form of Golden Core spirit objects. However, they could only apply for one ordinary Golden Core spirit object and two slightly inferior Golden Core spirit objects.
Together, those three items were only worth the equivalent of two ordinary Golden Core spirit objects and could increase a cultivator's chances of breaking through to the Golden Core Realm by roughly twenty percent.
"There are scarcely any Golden Core cultivators among our Peng Generation. I am protecting a clansman of my own generation as he enters the Golden Core Realm—who would dare object?"
"With your aptitude, your chances of entering the Golden Core Realm are not small. Forming a Golden Core inherently carries risks; you need only give it your all. I believe in you."
"This matter is settled."
Ling Pengyun spoke with a trace of emotion.
Ling Pengcheng's body trembled. Looking into Ling Pengyun's eyes, which held boundless expectations, he already understood Ling Pengyun's resolve.
Seeing this scene, Clan Head Ling Yunhong looked