The Path of a Golden Immortal, How Treacherous It Is?

Rather than endure beatings in pursuit of change, it was better to temper himself in peace. With his natural gifts, ascending to Golden Immortal was merely a matter of course.

A broad, steady road lay clearly before him, yet he insisted on choosing that blood-soaked narrow alley—truly incomprehensible.

Ying Zheng stood amid the crowd, his gaze calm as it rested on the two men in the field.

He had never harbored the slightest doubt about the Imperial Preceptor's strength.

He had watched the battle atop Mount Tai's peak from the closest vantage point. He had seen it most clearly and remembered it most vividly.

What truly concerned him now was Bai Qi's safety—

Should Bai Qi become carried away in battle and stubbornly press the fight, provoking the Imperial Preceptor's wrath, a single palm strike could leave him gravely wounded or even dead...

This was by no means alarmist!

Bai Qi was a rare military talent in his army, peerlessly loyal and brave. If he were to fall in his own training grounds like this, it would be more than a loss—it would be like carving out Ying Zheng's heart!

More importantly, this man's talent was simply breathtaking.

Ying Zheng had judged countless people and seen far too many so-called prodigies, yet in the art of war, throughout the entire Human Race, he had yet to see a second person capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with Bai Qi.

Meng Tian and Wang Jian were certainly fierce generals of their age, their reputations resounding far and wide, but in Ying Zheng's heart, their wisdom in command and their adaptability in battle ultimately fell short of Bai Qi's by a notch.

Do not underestimate that single notch—it was a chasm of talent, spanning the distance between clouds and mud. Even after