The True Meaning of Cultivation Is to Play It Safe; The Ultimate Principle of Longevity Is to Be Timid

Lu Bei swallowed the Demonic Heart Sarira in one gulp. With his divine ability fully formed, that cautious heart of his began swelling again.

He laughed at Prince Yan, saying he was nothing special—a mere scholar without the strength to truss a chicken, capable only of burying his head in drawing books.

Prince Xin and Willow God were even less worthy of mention: one was a bootlicker, the other a sissy. Neither could be called a hero of the age.

As for the Human Great Nation Zhao Qin, in his eyes they were all fools who stuck out their necks to be beheaded. Even without the two palace masters' generous healing, he could still blast them apart with one hand.

His ability to self-regulate was exceptionally strong. After boasting for a while, he quickly calmed down.

Playing it safe was the true meaning of cultivation, and being timid was the ultimate principle of longevity. There was nothing wrong with maintaining a heart of reverence.

After finishing his self-reflection, Lu Bei invested thirty thousand Skill Points, kicked his aptitude, and told it to hurry up and get moving instead of wasting his precious time.

The last time he had met the Grand Tutor, Lu Bei had shown her half of the Primordial Qi Yin Yang Endowment. Not only had she failed to appreciate it, she had also rambled on with a string of incomprehensible nonsense that no normal person could understand.

Since it was nonsense, Lu Bei had not listened closely. He had precisely caught the keywords, however: Primordial Qi and Innate Primordial Qi were closely connected.

Then what else was there to say? He would simply practice it.

"That old woman is so arrogant. Does she really think this sect master cares about her? Without her, I still have one-in-ten-thousand