Upon hearing about the Divine Four Gates, Zhao Ritian was the most excited.
He was eager to try, unable to wait. He glanced at Long Aotian and secretly swore that he would enter the Divine Four Gates before Long Aotian!
No, even better, he would enter the Divine Four Gates while that Shit-Spraying Dragon entered the Shit Four Gates and sprayed shit every day after going in. Hehehe, how wonderful would that be!
Long Aotian looked at Zhao Ritian's transparently foolish attempt to act clever and felt helpless.
This idiot was beyond saving.
There was no point fighting him, yet this fool's martial talent was no worse than his own.
Besides, as a peerless genius and a Child of Destiny, why should he compete with such a moron?
Long Aotian stopped looking at him.
After pondering for a long time, Lu Chengwen raised a question. "Master, wouldn't the Anti-Four Gates period be when we're at our weakest?"
Zhao Ritian froze. "That's right! Master, what will happen to us during the Anti-Four Gates period? Could there be... some side effects... like spraying shit...?"
Hun Tiangang said, "Everyone's situation differs. Once Ancient Martial Artists enter the Anti-Four Gates and show signs of advancing into the Divine Four Gates, most of them hide away for a year or half a year to await the right time. Especially those with many enemies—they usually choose to live in seclusion and train quietly. Once they break through to the Divine Four Gates, they venture out again."
Lu Chengwen said, "Then during the Anti-Four Gates period, it would be best for us to remain by your side, Master."
"Fine, fine."
Hun Tiangang suddenly burst into laughter. "However, I've been guarding a Shennong Grass here in these mountains. What luck! This Shennong Grass is extraordinary—it bears three fruits