Senior Jiang's strength lay in his physical body. Senior Jiang possessed boundless strength, bronze skin and iron bones—no tricks, just raw stats. Since Xiang Yuan acquired him, he had never seen his skin break.
His weakness was equally obvious. Forget Empress Dugu and Zhao Haoran, innate first-rate experts—even ordinary innate masters could easily disperse the yin energy within Senior Jiang's body.
If he encountered eminent monks versed in Buddhist teachings or scholars possessing noble righteous qi, Senior Jiang would perform even more poorly. The moment they met, he would drop dead and lie motionless as though truly deceased.
Extreme strengths paired with extreme flaws left Xiang Yuan both loving and hating him. Xiang Yuan felt that if Senior Jiang did not level up soon, it would be difficult for him to keep pace with Xiang Yuan's steps across the myriad worlds.
"This won't do..."
Xiang Yuan flipped through Zhao Haoran's corpse-refining methods. His initial delight gradually turned to disappointment. Xiang Yuan could only sigh that Senior Jiang's upgrade would not be easy—even if Zhao Haoran risked his life, he could do nothing about it.
Zhao Haoran's zombie-refining method required starting with a living person. Take the unlucky Fan Hefeng, for example—only while he was still warm could Zhao Haoran refine him into a zombie.
Senior Jiang had been cold for over a thousand years. What warmth could possibly remain? This corpse-refining method was useless even in his hands.
Chan'er came to Xiang Yuan's side and craned her head for a look, amusement glinting in the corners of her eyes. "Husband, so you like corpse-refining arts. Why didn't you say so earlier? Chan'er knows them!"
Unsolicited kindness hid either treachery or theft!
Xiang Yuan raised a brow. "Since Chan'er knows them, why didn't you mention it earlier?"
"Chan'er would only speak