Ritian Still Had a Way

Martial Uncle was thrilled.

It seemed he had thought of something extraordinary.

The three martial nephews sat in a row. Hua Xuening had returned too, having bought some food to help everyone restore their strength.

Martial Uncle said, "After this genius's deep contemplation! Repeated deliberation! Careful refinement from every angle, plus one subtle stroke of divine inspiration, I have finally thought of a way to help you advance."

"You!" Martial Uncle pointed at Zhao Ritian. "Your true qi is one of a kind in this world, rarely seen under heaven!"

Zhao Ritian nodded. "Martial Uncle, you understand me!"

"So, your path of advancement below the Ghost Four Gates can be said to be smooth sailing, unstoppable! But! Advancing to the Ghost Four Gates is immensely difficult. Without a special method or extraordinary encounter, it is as hard as ascending to heaven!"

Zhao Ritian said, "My three stunningly beautiful masters said the same thing!"

"Oh?" Martial Uncle said. "You have beautiful masters? Three of them? Do you have their numbers?"

"No."

"Uh... I was just... asking."

Zhao Ritian was beside himself with excitement. "Martial Uncle, what should I do?"

"Endure it!"

"Huh?"

"You!" Ming Disha pointed at Long Aotian. "Your true qi is one of a kind in this world, rarely seen under heaven..."

Long Aotian thought, You're using the exact same lines!

Changing even one word would at least make it look like you tried!

"But you are different from Zhao Ritian! Your true qi was originally the strongest true qi in this world! But first, your weak point was broken, repeatedly broken, broken all the way through, broken like crazy... You were broken until you were battered beyond recognition, utterly ruined, flowers in full bloom, ten thousand horses galloping..."

"That's enough, Martial Uncle. We get what you mean already.