No One Was a Soft Persimmon!
Chen Yule swayed as he rose to his feet. The Dragon Blood Wine was so potent that he was already feeling drunk.
He held up his wine cup, looked toward Yi Song, and said with a smile, "Yi Song, hailed as the most outstanding prodigy in the Celestial Immortal Sect in the past hundred thousand years, possesses the 'Dao Xuan Transformation Dust Bone.' Born with a lucid spirit embryo, he can learn any Mystic Art or Dao Art after seeing it just once."
"After cultivating for several thousand years, Yi Song has long since mastered every Mystic Art, Dao Art, and secret manual in the Celestial Immortal Sect."
"In terms of strength, Brother Yi is undoubtedly one of the foremost among the younger generation of the Chu Kingdom!"
"In terms of foundations, no Holy Son from the Five Great Families and Seven Sects is his match."
"If one day we meet on the battlefield and fight to the death with everything we have, perhaps even I won't be absolutely certain that I can kill him!"
Chen Yule's assessment of Yi Song was exceedingly high.
Yet this was the first time Lin Bai had heard the term "Dao Xuan Transformation Dust Bone."
It seemed to be some kind of special divine constitution, but Lin Bai knew very little about it.
Yi Song smiled bitterly and raised his wine cup. "Brother Chen, you flatter me. My meager skills are hardly worth mentioning."
Chen Yule smiled and did not continue arguing with Yi Song. Instead, he turned to Qian Hen and said, "Qian Hen has possessed unmatched talent since childhood, with extraordinary aptitude for cultivation. He was once hailed as the number-one prodigy of the Chu Kingdom!"
"What's even rarer is that Brother Qian never relies on