Among everyone present, no one understood better than Sikong Jian how difficult it was to become a fourth-grade Pill King. Yet despite Lu Xiaotian's outstanding cultivation—and the fact that his strength even surpassed that of Xiang Qingcheng and Nan Xuanyu—he had become a fourth-grade Pill King before Sikong Jian.
What kind of monstrous genius could accomplish such a feat? Even Sikong Jian and Nan Xuanyu, who had both seen much of the world, found it difficult to imagine. By comparison, Xiang Qingcheng, who had already lost her memories, did not find it particularly strange.
Sikong Jian had originally wanted to say that it was absolutely impossible, but he also knew Wushan Old Monster's character. He would never joke about something like this.
"Since he is a fourth-grade Pill King and has no master or lineage, why doesn't Master recruit him into the palace?" Sikong Jian could not help asking.
"The cultivation art he practices is taboo among all the great immortal sects. The Mahayana Realm experts who have been hunting him all this time are secondary. In short, there are many grave complications involved. Once you reach that level someday, you will naturally understand." Wushan Old Monster shook his head. If not for that lousy sword art Lu Xiaotian cultivated, which had made even Wushan Old Monster and the others deeply wary, they might well have considered recruiting Lu Xiaotian into the palace.
"All right, something has come up on the palace's side. Shan Bing, continue searching for the Water Soul Thunder Silkworm." After Wushan Old Monster said this, his projection turned into nothingness in the air.
Mingyu Palace Lord's projection also dissipated along with it.
At that moment, in the Jade Clarity Immortal Palace, amid several spirit mountains wreathed in drifting mist, the image of a man with slightly