Human-Shaped Puppet

"Fengming, do you have any thoughts on this matter? Tell us what you think."

Seeing that the other four senior brothers could not make a decision for the moment, Zhuang Daoqin looked at Qin Fengming standing before him. An idea stirred in his mind, and he spoke up to ask.

Qin Fengming had never carefully considered this matter either. It could be said that the primary method of his cultivation was constant combat. His rapid advancement had certainly not come from spending vast amounts of time meditating and cultivating.

He had never been able to understand it himself.

During every battle, he basically controlled several hundred talismans at once. This greatly tempered his spiritual sense, but to say that this was the main reason for his advancement was stretching things too far.

Explaining it solely through the tremendous medicinal power of the spirit pills he consumed also seemed extremely far-fetched. Some cultivators could take as many pills as they wanted and still find it difficult to break through their bottlenecks. Yet ever since he had embarked on the path of cultivation, he seemed never to have encountered such a situation.

It was as if he had never encountered the slightest bottleneck. This left him deeply puzzled.

After pondering for a long while, Qin Fengming still answered honestly, "This disciple doesn't spend too much time cultivating. Half my time is enough. I can spend the other half on various auxiliary studies."

There was quite a bit of exaggeration in Qin Fengming's words. In truth, the time he spent cultivating was probably only around thirty percent.

"Oh, I see. No wonder you possess such abilities at such a young age. So you've already spent twenty or thirty years studying those auxiliary arts."

Hearing Qin Fengming's words, the five men gained some understanding.