Slow Steps I

White Pine Seed's simple mind was in complete disarray.

He had seen many immortal cranes in this world, of many breeds and clans, but this was the first time he had ever seen one grow as quickly as Xiao Yun.

Naturally, he had heard Lu Sheng's words, but he simply did not believe them. If Xiao Yun's earlier changes had still fallen within the bounds of normality, then that final surge, shooting up to nearly ten meters tall and reaching the scale of a small hill—

That was already close to the size of an ordinary demon general.

The demon race was divided into four tiers: ordinary Little Demons, demon spirits, demon generals, and demon kings. Each tier had many further subdivisions.

For instance, Little Demons were divided according to their cultivation into four levels: Acquired, Innate, Completion, and Transformation.

For an ordinary Little Demon to shed its mortal form and remake its bones, it would not even be worth dreaming of without three to five hundred years. Once it entered the demon spirit tier and gained intelligence, it could cultivate cultivation arts rather than relying on instinct alone.

At that stage, it depended on one's race and bloodline. The stronger the bloodline, the longer this stage lasted.

Their White Crane clan's bloodline was not particularly strong, but neither was it too weak. This period was roughly two hundred years.

Only beyond that came the demon general tier.

White Pine Seed himself was at the demon spirit tier. At just over a hundred years old, this already counted as a tremendous stroke of fortune.

But what was the meaning of this fellow beside him? White Pine Seed could tell at a glance that Xiao Yun was no more than ten years old, yet this size was plainly that of a