At this, Old Wang glanced at Wei He. Seeing the faint contemplation in his eyes, he continued.
"If that were all, it would be fine. At worst, your force would diminish and weaken; it would not be a major problem.
"But in Taizhou, when the great sects recruit disciples, the most important thing they look for is purity of Primal Blood.
"Only pure Primal Blood can produce pure Imprinted Blood, allowing one to reach the very pinnacle of one's own sect's martial arts without interference.
"So it is best not to cultivate multiple techniques at once, lest it affect the purity of your Imprinted Blood."
"Only purity lets one set foot upon the summit?" Wei He pondered.
"Exactly. Think about it. If you and I possessed the same total amount of Primal Blood and cultivated the same primary technique.
"I cultivated only one technique, converting all my Primal Blood into Imprinted Blood, making it immensely powerful.
"But you cultivated different techniques as well, splitting your Primal Blood into several portions. Though the largest portion belongs to your primary technique, the Imprinted Blood you cultivate afterward will also be divided among several portions to supply those different techniques. How could you compare with me?
"When it comes time to break through, who do you think will go farther—you or I?"
Old Wang gave a simple explanation.
Wei He understood the reasoning as well.
His brows drew together slightly. If what Old Wang said was true, then his journey to Taizhou Prefecture might yet encounter unexpected twists and turns.
Because Old Wang did not know that, besides the Flying Dragon Technique leg skill, he had also cultivated the Five Ridges Palm.
The Qi and Blood produced by three techniques had already mixed into a single mass within his body.
"Can Imprinted Blood