I felt terribly frustrated. I had originally planned to cultivate, but who would have thought people would come questioning me so soon? Still, I was the youngest junior disciple. Even if something happened, I wouldn't be the one they pushed forward to take the fall. I might as well hear what they wanted first.
Actually, I was quite satisfied with this body. Although I didn't know many Dao arts and my swordsmanship was thoroughly mediocre, a solid Daoist foundation was all about laying the groundwork from the beginning. The flashy stuff could come later. This also left the meridians with tremendous room for plasticity. If I had used that Zhao Family boy's meridians instead, they would have been fixed from the start. Any future cultivation would have to follow the foundation he had laid. Not only would that leave little room for adaptation, it would also make it impossible to learn better Dao arts.
For example, it would be impossible to learn the top-tier Moral Heavenly Scripture. Of course, even that would still be better than my true self, who didn't even have the chance to learn it. That was why meridian projection was necessary—it was an indispensable step. Otherwise, I would have had to give up the ninth meridian.
Yet even though my true self's meridians were varied and multifaceted, just as Taiqing had said, my temperament made it fundamentally impossible for me to open the orthodox meridians of the Daoist sect. So unless I reincarnated, I would never be able to learn the Transformation Dao Art. Without it, the innate silk painting for the Transformation Dao Art would be unusable, and I would have no way to derive a supreme Dao art of my own. It was practically a dead end.
But now that I had invested myself