Xuanyuan Buqi's words were actually fairly objective. The Xuanyuan Clan had indeed suffered grievous losses among its Nascent Souls, so even if these words reached Heavenly Zither, no one would mock the Xuanyuan Clan for putting on airs—they had already admitted there was a generational gap.
But at the same time, he said that fewer than twenty people had formed Nascent Souls in the past century. That was naked bragging.
A Nascent Soul lived for three thousand years. At that rate, the Xuanyuan Clan could produce around two hundred Nascent Souls in a thousand years.
Golden Cores lived for a thousand years. Across the two-thousand-year difference in their lifespans, they could produce four hundred Nascent Souls.
To be fair, even at its peak, the Xuanyuan Clan had only a little over four hundred Nascent Souls, and some of them did not even bear the Xuanyuan surname.
Still, he was not exaggerating. Over the past century, the Xuanyuan Clan's number of Nascent Souls had grown rapidly, the result of his personal efforts. Just from the fact that he could linger at Liba Beach without leaving, one could tell how much pressure this Spirit Severing True Monarch faced.
In other words, the Xuanyuan Clan did not actually lack early-stage Nascent Souls at present. What it lacked was mid- and high-end combat strength, mainly mid- and late-stage Nascent Souls, especially late-stage Nascent Souls. And practically no one had any hope of reaching Soul Emergence.
Thus, Xuanyuan Buqi cared more about cultivating high-level combat strength.
However, expecting him to hand over the Nascent Soul Condensation Pill was simply wishful thinking—the Xuanyuan Clan had never had enough Nascent Souls.
But when Guo Xiangding heard that, he nearly spat out blood. "Fewer than twenty Nascent Souls in a century? If my Guo Clan had twenty Nascent