But what was he supposed to do with this thing?
Surely he couldn't copy the Merit Snake Beauty, string it onto Senior White's hair, and hang it around his neck.
Song Shuhang couldn't help looking at Little Senior White's long hair.
"You want some too?" Senior White asked.
Song Shuhang shook his head. "I'm a grown man. Wearing a huge Golden Diamond Ball around my neck would be an eyesore."
"Good point." Little Senior White nodded and continued happily enjoying his many portions of immortal dishes from the Immortal Chef Banquet.
Song Shuhang casually put the Golden Diamond Ball into his Prayer-Bead Space.
"Oh, right, Shuhang. Congratulations on advancing to the fifth grade." Little Senior White suddenly remembered this and raised his cup to Song Shuhang. "Now that you've formed your golden core, you're finally no longer a minor cultivator."
Senior White used the Small-Range Group Secret Voice Transmission spell as he spoke. After all, Song Shuhang's current identity was that of an Eighth-Grade Profound Sage. Even when congratulating him, they had to avoid letting outsiders hear.
A fifth-grade golden core represented a qualitative improvement over the preceding realms. Fourth-grade cultivators could still only be called minor cultivators, while those with a fifth-grade golden core could be called Spirit Emperors. There was a vast difference in their standing.
After advancing to the fifth grade, Song Shuhang could officially be considered someone of respectable standing in the Cultivation World. Even in a large sect, a Fifth-Grade Spirit Emperor could serve as the master of a peak.
"Thank you, Senior White." Song Shuhang raised his cup, lightly clinked it against Senior White's, and then boldly downed the immortal wine.
The immortal wine personally brewed by Fairy Bie Xue tasted exquisite.
Song Shuhang had only ever encountered such an enticing wine aroma once