Hearing his words, Huang Shang fell silent. After a long while, he replied, "That's right. With your cultivation, I truly can't keep you here. But now that you have to look after those women, things are different."
Song Qingshu smiled faintly. "Old Huang, you're a renowned senior of the martial world, an existence like an Earth Immortal. How can you imitate the conduct of petty, despicable people?"
Once martial artists reached a certain level, aside from their own cultivation, their state of mind and bearing could greatly affect their combat strength. The most obvious examples were Golden Wheel Monk and Hundred Damage Daoist. In terms of martial arts alone, they were absolutely among the very strongest in the entire martial world. Yet they willingly served as others' lackeys, and their states of mind were hardly lofty. As a result, their actual combat ability was greatly diminished.
The opposite example was Ouyang Feng. Though he was a villain in the conventional sense, he had his own principles even in villainy. For instance, he valued his status and carried himself with the bearing of a grandmaster, unlike those people who would stop at nothing. Coupled with his ambitious, domineering nature that refused to submit to anyone, his cultivation was actually slightly inferior to Golden Wheel Monk and Hundred Damage Daoist's. Yet in actual combat, he surpassed both of them.
Xiao Feng was another such example. Although his own cultivation was already formidable, his actual combat prowess far exceeded his level of cultivation. It was precisely because his heroic spirit soared to the heavens, devouring ten thousand miles like a tiger.
Song Qingshu had deliberately said this to make Huang Shang wary. At Huang Shang's level of cultivation, once a flaw was left in his heart, the effect on his strength would be