"Ziya, these are Enlightenment Tea Leaves, bestowed upon you by Master."
Immortal Weng of the South Pole smiled kindly as he took three tea leaves from his sleeve. Their patterns were strange, as though Dao Script had been written upon them, containing the truths of the Dao.
Jiang Ziya was delighted. He hurriedly knelt, received them solemnly with both hands, and said, "This disciple thanks Master for his grace."
"Mm."
Immortal Weng of the South Pole stroked his beard and gave a faint grunt. Beneath his calm gaze lay contempt and speechlessness.
If Jiang Ziya's aptitude had not been so trash, these Enlightenment Tea Leaves would never have fallen to him.
Ten years had passed.
He had cultivated on Kunlun Mountain, an immortal mountain of Saintly caliber.
He had eaten basket after basket of spiritual fruits.
Even a pig could have been fed into the Earthly Immortal Realm.
But what was the result?
After all those resources had been poured into Jiang Ziya, his cultivation had only barely reached the peak of Refining Essence into Qi.
Jiang Ziya's aptitude... was so poor that even Primordial Lord of Heaven was beginning to doubt life itself.
Could a living being truly possess such aptitude?!
He could casually enlighten a wild beast with better aptitude than Jiang Ziya's.
Who had said that the protagonist of a Calamity would cultivate as though aided by Heaven, advancing countless miles in a single day?
Compared to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors of old, Jiang Ziya's aptitude was simply... like the blazing sun in the sky compared to the foulest, rottenest mud at the bottom of a swamp.
But there was no helping it.
Who told Jiang Ziya to be the Tribulation Child protagonist of this Calamity?
Primordial Lord of Heaven could only pour every resource