Old Man, Still Not Convinced?

"Ah? Millennial Resources still weren't enough!?"

Zhaoyang simply could not understand it.

Not to mention ordinary cultivators—even a Half-Step Immortal with the dullest aptitude could steadily advance to the Half-Step Immortal Triple with Millennial Resources.

Let alone an unprecedented monster like Chu Sheng?

What was more, ordinary cultivators would need over a hundred years merely to fully refine Millennial Resources. Chu Sheng had been in seclusion for less than a day—how did he already know they were not enough?

Yet no matter how she mulled it over, she could not grasp the key to it. In the end, she could only chalk it up to the fact that mortals could not comprehend the world of prodigies.

High Venerable Zhengyang, standing nearby, spoke.

"I know the way to Xuanqing Immortal Palace, but... this matter is of great importance. I must first seek the Sect Master's approval."

Chu Sheng nodded. "Mm, as I should. I'll wait for you here."

Seeing Chu Sheng standing in the hall, Zhaoyang inexplicably felt pressure creep into her heart, and so she said,

"Junior Brother, I'll go with you. I can also report the matter of the Ascension Tournament to the Sect Master."

By the time the two arrived at Chiyang Hall, Immortal Venerable of Lieyang was seated across from the Grand Elder, drinking tea.

Zhaoyang stepped forward first and bowed as she reported that Chu Sheng had asked her to accompany him to the Ascension Tournament.

Immortal Venerable of Lieyang shook his head helplessly upon hearing this.

"Go if he wants to go. He already intends to Trigger Heavenly Tribulation at the Ascension Tournament and make Both Sides Perish with the Myriad Star Immortal Sect anyway. Whether Hong Feng's matter is concealed makes no difference."

Afterward, High Venerable Zhengyang stepped forward and bowed as he reported