Because Zhao Gongming had taken on a Human Race disciple, Kong Kong and his junior nephew had no choice but to stay nearby as temporary guests.
In the blink of an eye, twenty years passed.
In a mountain valley, a sixteen-year-old-looking boy was instructing a young man of about twenty in cultivation.
"Wrong, wrong!
The way you're practicing can only strengthen the spiritual energy in your body; it can't strengthen your physical body.
You need to circulate your cultivation method and absorb the spiritual energy of the outside world, then guide it through your extraordinary meridians and eight extraordinary vessels to strengthen your physique.
Look at those Immortal Masters in your towns. Every one of them looks frail and weak.
No matter how powerful their Daoist arts are, the moment a demon beast gets close, they'll be torn apart in an instant."
Kong Kong reprimanded the young man without the slightest restraint.
Zi An scratched his head, feeling helpless toward this little senior brother of his.
The cultivation method his teacher, Zhao Gongming, had taught him was a genuine Immortal Dao circulation method.
But this little senior brother had been teaching him since childhood how to use spiritual energy to strengthen his physical body.
He had it hard too!
On one hand, he had to follow his teacher's instructions, while on the other, he had to satisfy his senior brother's demands.
At the slightest mistake, he would inevitably receive a beating with a plank.
"Senior Brother, what you're teaching is far too different from what Teacher teaches."
Zi An muttered under his breath.
"Don't listen to your teacher. Don't be fooled by the fact that his cultivation is higher than mine. When it comes to teaching disciples, he's definitely inferior to me.
Before I was born, I had already been