"Brother Shi's junior brother truly has a steady temperament."
The groups from the various families were about to part ways at a fork in the road, and Ye Rongzu made conversation for the sake of it.
Looking at Shi Tie, traveling light and unencumbered, then at the family retainers behind him, jealousy and bitterness rose unbidden in his heart.
Song Qingshan and Xiao Ji also had retainers following behind them. Compared with Shi Tie, who was alone, they inexplicably felt a notch beneath him.
Xiao Ji had no filter and blurted out, "Brother Shi broke through to the Third Realm two or three years ago, while we're still wasting away in the Muscle Realm, needing others to protect us even when entering the mountains. Compared to Brother Shi, we might as well have lived into a dog's belly."
Shi Tie smiled gently at those words, as though he had not seen the ugly expressions on Ye Rongzu and Song Qingshan's faces.
"You three are still in your thirties, while I am already nearing forty. How can we be compared?"
"As for the Viscera Realm, there is no use in rushing it. Once one's cultivation of the heart is sufficient, it will naturally fall into place like water flowing into its channel."
"Fall into place like water flowing into its channel."
The three of them were left speechless for a moment.
In the Second Realm, demons entered the muscles, strengthening the body. From then on, martial artists were no longer human.
In the Third Realm, demons entered the viscera, forming the Minor Imperfect State. Even past seventy, one's fighting strength would not decline; one had truly transcended the ordinary.
But accordingly, with one careless misstep, should joy, anger, worry, longing, sorrow, fear, and shock—the seven emotions—run wild and damage the viscera