Selection Battle

"Just here to broaden your horizons?"

Sword Venerable did not believe Thunder Venerable's words.

However, he did not refute them either.

After asking that question with a half-smile, he sensibly dropped the subject.

As they chatted, more and more Dou Huangs had unknowingly climbed up here. The Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion disciples who were meant to arrive had all arrived as well, Tang Ying among them.

Tang Ying looked young too.

Sixteen or seventeen, eighteen at most.

Gentle yet strong, he could leave a good impression on others upon meeting them, even without deliberately putting on a show.

Looks were important.

They could help you avoid unnecessary trouble at many unnecessary times.

They could also bring you necessary trouble at many necessary times.

People often said that one's appearance was born from one's heart.

Without a doubt, that was complete nonsense.

Bearing did have some relation to one's mindset.

An extraordinary bearing meant one had something to rely on.

Confidence required capital as well.

However, when it came to appearance, there was only perfection and imperfection. There was no absurd notion that one's appearance was born from one's heart.

Take good care of yourself, and your looks would naturally improve.

A good mood could also slow aging.

There were even those who used filthy spells, harming others to restore their youth. Corresponding descriptions could be found in many fairy tales.

If one was fortunate enough to embark upon the path of cultivation, their physical constitution would strengthen as their cultivation gradually rose. Many problems carried from the womb, including injuries suffered through accidents during one's youth, would be perfectly repaired through the body's repeated evolution.

The essence of cultivation lay in evolution.

It expanded one's upper limits in every aspect.

It raised one's lower limits in every aspect.

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