Although Qin Fengming knew that rewarding his disciples with so many treasures all at once might not necessarily benefit their cultivation, they had obtained those treasures out of thin air, without any effort of their own, and lacked the tempering that came through hardship.
As far as cultivating immortality was concerned, their state of mind had not advanced in the slightest. This was utterly contrary to the solid foundations and steady progress emphasized in cultivation. But there was no helping it.
After leaving this time, he might not see them again for a hundred years. If he did not make proper arrangements for the cultivation of these disciples, he, as their master, would seem far too carefree.
Thus, when he bestowed the spirit pills upon them, Qin Fengming repeatedly reminded them to take those precious pills only when breaking through bottlenecks.
If he wanted his several disciples to make great advances in cultivation within a few decades, he could achieve it by refining a large number of pills with the many spirit herbs he possessed. But such a method of pulling up seedlings to help them grow would greatly harm their cultivation after they advanced to higher realms.
As a mighty cultivator, Qin Fengming would never do something so harmful.
Looking at Du Wanqing beside him, a sharp glint flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes as he spoke again. "Qing'er, it has been a hundred years since I accepted you as my disciple. I have never been able to guide you at your side, and truly have not fulfilled my responsibilities as your master."
Upon hearing this, Du Wanqing, who had already recovered from her shock, immediately knelt and bowed to the ground. She said urgently,
"Master, you give yourself too little credit. Ever since I became your disciple, every breakthrough