Jiang Ziya shook his head and laughed at himself, saying, "A Child of Destiny? Are you joking?
If I were a Child of Destiny, how could I not even manage a tiny bit of longevity?"
Nameless said, "Your talent is actually not bad. Among the human race, your talent is considered part of the better batch.
Your master looks down on you because his other disciples are simply too outstanding.
The Chan Sect's arts are extremely difficult to cultivate; only lifeforms with very good foundational roots can even enter the door."
Hearing this, Jiang Ziya immediately recalled the foundational roots of his fellow senior and junior apprentice-brothers.
(The origins of the Twelve Golden Immortals are explicitly not human in the case of Yu Ding and Huanglong; just treat this as my own heavy modification.)
Huanglong Zhenren, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon with the purest bloodline among the dragon race.
Yun Zhongzi, the transformation of the very first white cloud in the primordial world.
Yu Ding Zhenren, the transformation of primordial jade.
Chi Jingzi...
Upon thinking of this, Jiang Ziya immediately reacted. It seemed almost all of them were Innate Lifeforms; for him, a human of acquired lifeform origin, to compare talent with them was simply asking to be abused?
A thing appeared in Nameless's hand: "For instance, this Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art."
With that, Wang Ming casually threw the dense text of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art to Jiang Ziya.
Upon hearing the name of the Chan Sect's protective divine art, the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, Jiang Ziya immediately used his mind to guide the Central Wuji Apricot Yellow Flag so that the Jade Slip landed in his hand.
With a single sweep of his divine sense, he knew he was incapable of cultivating it.
Nameless said, "It's also a good