Meanwhile, Shi Long and Zheng Ying walked over.
Shi Long circled Wang Yuan twice, then stretched out a rough finger and poked Wang Yuan's arm, which gleamed with a bronze sheen.
After feeling its solid firmness and the faint rebound of force,
he bared his teeth and finally managed to squeeze out one sentence:
"Junior Brother... tell me honestly, are you some Ancient Fierce Beast reincarnated?"
"You've only practiced this Vajra Skill for a few days, and you've already reached Minor Accomplishment?"
"It took me nearly half a year just to reach Minor Accomplishment in Iron Cloth Shirt!"
The initial shock had vanished from his tone, replaced by an almost numb sigh.
Zheng Ying also lightly shook her head, her voice filled with sincere admiration:
"Junior Brother's progress truly can no longer be described by the word 'genius.'"
"At this rate, it probably won't be long before even Senior Disciple Brother and I are surpassed by you."
They had personally watched Wang Yuan go from a newcomer who had just entered the First Blood Change to his current level in barely a month or two, breaking through all the way like a monstrous prodigy.
This cultivation speed, which overturned everything they knew, had gradually taken them from shock and disbelief to something resembling familiarity.
Or rather, numbness.
Wang Yuan smiled and offered no further explanation, merely saying modestly:
"Senior Disciple Brother, Second Senior Sister, you praise me too highly. I was merely luckier, and my physique happens to be suited to external training."
Yet his heart burned with excitement.
Now that he had Black Tai Sui, an inexhaustible fourth-rank source of qi and blood,
his cultivation speed would only grow faster and faster!
The Third Blood Change was no longer far away.
Next, he only needed to wait for the