"So that's how it is."
Yan Chixia felt relieved.
He paced around in place twice, pondered for a long while, then suddenly stamped his foot and sighed:
"Since I've agreed to it, there's no possibility of going back on my word. Fine."
He nodded and walked into the house:
"Let's go inside and discuss this in detail."
Ding Ling's talent was simply too high.
He had also considered finding a successor for his cultivation method.
But among the countless living beings, there were almost no figures who could catch his eye.
Ding Ling was the only person who had directly clashed with him and even won!
Thinking of Ding Ling's age and his previous promise,
Yan Chixia had finally been moved to pass on his cultivation method. His Master had told him before ascending that unless a person met the standards in every aspect, including Root Bone, willpower, talent, and temperament, he should not casually pass on the method, even if it meant allowing the Daoist arts to be lost.
That was precisely why
Yan Chixia had rejected the players' and Ascenders' requests to become his disciples.
He himself had not cultivated the Daoist arts to the Perfection Realm, so how could he have the time or ability to assess anyone else?
But Ding Ling was different.
To reach such a cultivation level at his age, while remaining courteous, composed, steady, and extraordinary in bearing from beginning to end, was truly enough to win Yan Chixia's affection.
He approved of Ding Ling himself.
His qualities, Root Bone, and other aspects all met the standards.
And when he thought of his previous promise,
Yan Chixia finally made up his mind.
After entering the house,
he did not beat around the bush and spoke frankly:
"The cultivation method I practice is the