When the people of Dazhu Peak learned that Zhang Xiaofan had successfully cultivated and broken through to the first level of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao, they were all stunned.
They knew Zhang Xiaofan's aptitude better than anyone.
In three months, he had not even managed to open his bodily apertures. Yet under Bai Ye's guidance, in merely half a year, he had completed thirty-six cycles of drawing qi into his body and broken through to the first level of the Taiji Xuanqing Dao.
Such speed was not the least bit slower than that of many Qingyun Sect disciples.
Especially when Tian Buyi received the news, his face lit up with delight. At dinner, he drank quite a bit more than usual.
He even proposed during the meal that Bai Ye should teach Song Daren and the others how to cultivate.
Upon hearing this, Bai Ye hurriedly refused.
How could he know how to teach others? Zhang Xiaofan's aptitude had never been poor; he had merely lacked the energy needed to break through the restraints of his body.
If he truly had to teach Song Daren and the others, it would take a great deal of effort.
Bai Ye did not have that kind of time.
Although he refused, Bai Ye also said that if his senior brothers encountered any problems in the future, they could come ask him. He would naturally guide them properly.
The many senior brothers, who had originally been somewhat disappointed, immediately brightened with excitement.
After all, Junior Brother Bai Ye's instruction was rather hard to come by. In their eyes, it was even better than Tian Buyi and his wife's teaching.
Just as Bai Ye thought the matter had passed and that he could return to his idle life, a disciple from Tongtian Peak came to