"Is this what the power of the Three Yangs is supposed to feel like? Why does it seem different from what I remember?" the Xiantian Daoist wondered aloud, but after thinking it over carefully, he felt that Lu Yang's explanation made perfect sense.
"Other sects give their pills ridiculously grandiose names. Our sect is more traditional—we don't bother with flashy nonsense. We've always been practical. Whatever effect a pill has, that's what we name it. I once used a Pill of Ten Bulls' Strength. It summoned ten bull demons."
Lu Yang offered himself as living proof that the Pill of the Three Yangs' Power was a summoning pill, absolutely not proof that the two of them had secretly run over after waiting nearby for the pills to start smoking.
"I see." The Xiantian Daoist nodded, deeply gratified. He had never expected the Ask Dao Sect to be so traditional.
For an old fogey like him, with his rigid way of thinking, nothing pleased him more than tradition.
Though there had been no pills so practical in his era.
"Demon, surrender at once!" Meng Jingzhou shouted. Two Nascent Souls brimming with yang energy flew out, radiating billowing waves of heat.
"Nascent, Nascent Soul Realm!?" The snake-demon sisters were aghast and too frightened to move a muscle.
Even though Great Xia had countless cultivators, they shouldn't just randomly run into a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator, should they?
And why did he have two Nascent Souls?
Lu Yang was filled with regret. His chance to show off had been snatched away by that shameless Old Meng, even though the idea for the Pill of the Three Yangs' Power had come from him.
Then again, he couldn't casually release his Nascent Soul to scout around the way Old Meng could.
The snake-demon sisters quickly