Mister E, You're Finally Back!

After Yang Shan left, Lei Che could no longer hold it in. He stepped forward. "Feng Qing'er, you—"

Seeing Feng Qing'er's cool expression, Lei Che hurriedly changed his approach. "Miss Feng! I'd like to ask about the questions the Young Pavilion Master asked earlier. I really didn't understand them very well."

Feng Qing'er looked at Lei Che and thought of her former self.

She, Feng Qing'er, had suffered endless ridicule since childhood. Bearing her parents' expectations, she had endured all the way to this day with a Sixth Grade Bloodline.

Not a single day had she dared slack off, nor a single day had she dared retreat.

That was how, despite already lacking resources, she had forcibly caught up to the cultivation pace of those with Seventh Grade Bloodlines. She had even broken the shackles that prevented magical beasts from cultivating human Dou Techniques and cultivated Wind and Thunder Pavilion's exclusive inheritance to an impressive level.

Yet in Lei Che's battle with Yang Shan, aside from his higher cultivation and powerful Dou Techniques, there was truly not a single other merit to be found in his performance.

Feng Qing'er recalled how the Heaven Demon Phoenix Clan trained its younger generation of prodigies.

They generally prioritized cultivation realms, cultivation methods, and the study of Dou Techniques.

There was very little practical combat instruction.

Perhaps that was simply how transcendental factions with bloodlines as their foundation operated.

Since one had potential, they first drew that potential out and focused their main efforts on improving cultivation.

If practical combat ability was lacking, they simply crushed their opponents with their realm.

Combat experience could be made up gradually after one's potential had been fully developed.

There was nothing inherently wrong with this cultivation philosophy.

The younger one was, the greater one's potential for development.