Though she had reached the Great Perfection of Spirit Division Stage in less than a hundred years, Xuan Ying could be called a prodigy of the Mysterious Spirit Bee Race. But compared with Lian Yue and the others, her talent was far inferior. Seeing them all break through to the Body Integration Realm, Xuan Ying felt deeply ashamed and began to doubt herself.
"Ying'er, that's not true. Your Mysterious Spirit Bee Race has generally low talent because of the need to condense Mysterious Bee Jade Nectar, so it's only natural that your cultivation is slow." Ling Tian comforted her with a chuckle. "Besides, you reached the Great Perfection of Spirit Division Stage in less than a hundred years. Many cultivators could never manage that. And your assassination skills are peerless. With only a Great Perfection Spirit Division cultivation, you were still able to kill Brother Huangfu. You're already very strong."
"That's right, Ying'er. You've cultivated much faster than I have, too," Xuan Ci added reassuringly. As if remembering something, he smiled. "There are still twenty or thirty years until the Cultivator Assembly. During that time, Grandpa Xuan Ning and the others will put you through special training. You'll definitely break through to the Body Integration Realm."
Hearing the comfort from Ling Tian and the others, Xuan Ying's spirits lifted considerably.
"Why are you using me as an example? Am I really that easy to bully?" Huangfu Qiye muttered, displeased.
"Uncle Huangfu, you're the weakest among Father's group now. Who else would we use as an example?" Ling Lin said as he ate a candied hawthorn skewer, completely ignoring Huangfu Qiye's murderous glare. Huangfu Qiye had only just managed to quell his anger when Ling Lin spoke again. "Uncle Huangfu, you probably aren't a match for Senior Brother Huzi or Senior