Lu Yuan had the confidence to obtain Eighth-Order Heavenly Demon Phoenix Essence Blood alone.
But in Feng Xian's eyes, that was merely courage.
There was far too great a gap between courage and true confidence.
So, while he could not understand Lu Yuan's courage, he could not simply watch this impulsive martial nephew of his walk to his death.
Recalling what he had seen and heard at the Wind and Thunder Pavilion and Danta more than three years ago.
Feng Xian fell silent for a moment.
Then, he added, "Forget about all those other precious resources for now. Do you know what it means to obtain the Eighth-Order Heavenly Demon Phoenix Essence Blood you are after?"
Feng Xian understood the mindset and mental state of young people Lu Yuan's age very well. After all, he had gone through that period himself. He could say with near absolute certainty that no young person at that age suffered from a lack of hot blood. The only difference was that some needed their passion stirred up, while others did not. Once their emotions flared, they feared neither life nor death, tossing consequences aside. Expecting young people of that age to humbly accept their elders' earnest teachings and experience was practically impossible!
What was more, Lu Yuan was very strong!
To be precise, Lu Yuan did indeed have the right to be arrogant. He had been a Dou Zong three years ago, and now, three years later, he was probably already a Dou Zun. Feng Xian could not see through Lu Yuan's cultivation at a glance. He had looked several times, yet still could not see through it. From that alone, he could roughly judge Lu Yuan's level. A twenty-year-old Dou Zun, even without the embellishment of a Seventh-Rank Alchemist title, was nearly on