Xiao Manor's training ground.
Xiao Mo was still practicing the God-Slaying Spear under his master's guidance today.
Perhaps he had started to get used to the spear techniques. Compared to his first day, he was learning the God-Slaying Spear more smoothly.
Of course, Xiao Mo still felt it wasn't enough.
Perhaps his master was right: it would take him four or five years to memorize the spear techniques.
But Xiao Mo knew there was nothing he could do about it.
Haste made waste. He couldn't bring the talent of his fourth life into this one.
Especially since he was practicing the Martial Way, not the demonic path.
For a martial artist, keeping their feet on the ground and advancing one step at a time was what mattered most.
The other Xiao Family disciples were practicing their fist techniques.
But they weren't practicing the Heaven Opener Fist. They were practicing a style called the Eight Gates Fist.
It wasn't because they weren't Huang Shan's disciples and he was deliberately withholding it from them. Their talent simply wasn't enough.
If someone lacked the talent but tried to force themselves to practice fist or spear techniques beyond their ability, it wouldn't help them. It would harm them.
The fist style they practiced was still of a high grade, and their talent wasn't low, either.
They just fell far short of Xiao Mo.
If they worked hard in the years to come, perhaps they could enter the Nascent Soul Realm.
Then, if they enlisted in the army and rose through the ranks, they could still accomplish a great deal.
"That's enough for today. And remember what I keep telling you: don't rush. We martial artists must never be impatient. Take it one step at a time. Steadiness matters more than speed. Understood?"
Huang Shan