An Immortal Lord's Profuse Gratitude

As Lin Xuankong faced the silent Guang Yu'er, feeling rather awkward,

Guang Ling'er beside her stared at Lin Xuankong for a while. Seemingly sensing something, she asked in astonishment:

"No, no, no!

Did I sense it wrong?

Lin Xuankong, in merely a hundred years of cultivation, you actually broke through to the Fourth Grade Late Stage?

When we last met, you were still at the Third Grade!

How difficult is it to advance in the immortal path? Yet when it comes to you, it seemed as simple as eating and drinking water. How could that be possible? It had only been a mere hundred years!

Back then, it took Sister Guang Yu'er and me nearly nine hundred years to cultivate from the Third Grade to the Fourth Grade Late Stage!"

Seeing this True Disciple of the Guangqing Immortal Sect change the subject, Lin Xuankong could not help but feel relieved. He quickly followed the topic Guang Ling'er had raised and replied:

"Advancing to the Fourth Grade Late Stage in a hundred years was perhaps a little fast. It was merely luck, merely luck!"

Guang Ling'er's eyes widened, her face full of disbelief. Staring at Lin Xuankong, she could not help circling around him several times.

She continuously examined Lin Xuankong from top to bottom, carefully sensing every small, nimble illusion of a spirit crane emitted by the fluctuations of his immortal essence!

Only after confirming that her senses were correct—that Lin Xuankong before her truly radiated the fluctuations unique to a Fourth-grade Earth Immortal at the Late Stage—did this True Disciple of the Guangqing Immortal Sect stop. Yet her face was already filled with shock. "Sister Guang Yu'er and I had always been called the Guangqing Immortal Sect's greatest geniuses by our Master and Martial Uncle. Our cultivation speed was