After hearing Elder Bian Ji's words, Feng Jun realized that he might have fallen into another cognitive trap.
This was... rather irritating. Were cultivators from the Dharma-Ending Plane really this ignorant? So he smiled. "It's not a Nascent Soul Soul-Fixing Pill."
"Well, then... one of my disciples has arrived. He's also at the Nascent Soul Initial Stage," Elder Bian Ji said. He did not want to offend Feng Jun, and his emotional intelligence was even a little higher than Yi Jue's. "He is highly proficient in the Alchemy Dao. He can help appraise a Golden Core Stage Soul-Fixing Pill."
He would not even speculate about a Soul-Fixing Pill from the Emergence from Dust Stage—one had to show respect to the other party. He even emphasized, "The disciple with the highest cultivation among mine is already at the Nascent Soul High Stage, but the one who inherited my true teachings is this Nascent Soul Initial Stage disciple."
Alchemy cultivators naturally valued cultivation too, but Elder Bian Ji did not consider cultivation an absolute benchmark. He was over two thousand years old and only at the Eighth-Layer Nascent Soul. Perhaps that Nascent Soul High Stage disciple had already reached the ninth layer, but he still felt that this Nascent Soul Initial Stage disciple could inherit his mantle.
After thinking for a moment, Feng Jun asked, "Elder Bian Ji, can you keep a secret?"
"I dislike gossip more than anything," Elder Bian Ji replied with an unconcerned smile. There were so many unanswered questions in alchemy—were they not enough for him to study? Revealing another person's secrets and stirring up conflict... just how bored would one have to be?
So, Feng Mountain Lord, you really are a loose cultivator. Your perspective is simply a little lacking. Still, I see through it without saying