"Congratulations, Daoist friend."
The cultivator in the great bamboo hat smiled and cupped his hands, chuckling as he congratulated the Main Soul on attaining the Dao. "Now that you have attained the Dao, heaven and earth are yours to roam."
Tu Shan Jun looked at Big Head, then at Wu Rong, who had followed him over.
His eyes narrowed slightly as he replied in a deep voice, "It seems my disciple was fortunate enough to receive your protection. He learned quite a few things, and his cultivation has even reached the peak of Spirit Transformation. He is only one step away from entering sainthood."
"To let my disciple temper himself at the peak of Spirit Transformation for so long, so that he may enter sainthood at the pinnacle afterward."
"Daoist friend's abilities are indeed extraordinary."
"Since he is the disciple of an old friend, it is only right that I look after him."
Big Head waved his hand with a chuckle, as though he had not seen the gloom that flashed through Tu Shan Jun's eyes.
Tu Shan Jun had long seen the problem with Wu Rong's Dao Path.
As a Fate Ghost, he naturally needed a soul banner. The moment he obtained the Soul Banner, his Great Dao would resonate with it, and he would naturally enter sainthood. Tu Shan Jun simply had not expected Wu Rong's deep accumulation to burst forth so powerfully that he could refine falsehood into truth.
Big Head had indeed put a great deal of effort into Wu Rong's cultivation. Tu Shan Jun should have been happy about it, but now, no matter what, he could not bring himself to feel joy.
He snatched the demon head from within Wu Rong's sleeve and said coldly, "You're still alive."
"Master!"
"This little one searched so