As time passed.
Through his growing mastery of the secret technique, coupled with the boost to his comprehension from the "Late Bloomer" fate, Wei Tu drew Immortal qi from the bottle at an ever-increasing speed.
Now that the other cultivators had branded him an "inside agent," Wei Tu naturally no longer bothered to hide his abilities. After all, the more he got ahead at this moment, the safer he would be.
Though this speed was only a few breaths faster than before, far from producing the miraculous effect of turning decay into wonder... in actual performance, he had already surpassed the most honored dragon-blooded cultivator present—the Grand Princess, Qian Yinger.
"What a pity he is not a cultivator of my clan." At this sight, Qian Yinger was briefly distracted. Her attention toward Wei Tu deepened, and she wished she could immediately uncover his true identity.
Among the younger generation of the Feather Dragon Clan, there was not a single cultivator who could match her evenly.
Yet Wei Tu... had bested her in this contest.
The speed of drawing Immortal qi might seem to prove nothing, but standing here herself, she understood only too well what it meant for Wei Tu to surpass her in this regard.
In ancient records, drawing Immortal qi from the [Yin-Yang Treasure Bottle] of the "Ancient Dragon-Refining Hall" was known as the "Dragon-Fishing Contest."
The cultivators qualified to compete were all peerless dragon-blooded prodigies of their era. Those who claimed first place in the "Dragon-Fishing Contest," so long as they did not perish, had a fifty-percent chance of attaining the Grand Ascension realm.
Now, the True Dragon race had long vanished into history. Over these tens of thousands of years, the Dragon-Fishing Contest had become far less prestigious than it once was.
Yet Wei Tu had