Xiao Tianyang simulated the process in his mind, then asked, "Was that person a genius?"
"How was his physical combat ability?"
This time, Fei Yan did not need to recall anything. She answered, "That man was a genius from three thousand years ago."
"He was also the founder of the ascetic school."
"The school's creed was to use Martial Souls and Soul Power only as support while focusing solely on physical training."
"They lived in poverty, remained without companions for life, and never entered cities to live..."
As Xiao Tianyang listened, he could not help clicking his tongue inwardly.
They were merely ascetics, yet their lives had been bitter indeed.
Of course, Xiao Tianyang would not deny the rise of any school.
Moreover, considering what they had achieved, he had no reason to deny that school's existence.
Especially given the excellence of its founder.
After placing himself in that man's position once more, Xiao Tianyang began another mental simulation.
Before long, an astonishing result appeared before him.
"So that was the reason!"
Xiao Tianyang could not help smiling bitterly. "Did he leave behind any last words before he died?"
"Only half a sentence."
Fei Yan recalled, "It seemed to be, 'The dantian is a blessed grotto-heaven. As long as Soul Power is transferred to...'"
Xiao Tianyang rolled his eyes. "Why leave out the most crucial part after all that buildup?"
Yan Lingji's eyes lit up as she softly asked, "Could it be that you have already guessed it, sir?"
Xiao Tianyang asked in return, "Have none of you figured it out after all these years?"
Yan Lingji shrugged. "No one would joke with their own life."
"Besides, even if that idea succeeded, so what?"
"At most, it would be icing on the cake. It would not be aid in a