"A cup of Dream Millet wine actually opened eighty-three acupoints and connected seven channels for me. I've now reached the upper third rank. In terms of cultivation alone, Xinzhu is now a first-rate martial expert."
After leaving the Princess's Estate, Shen Xinzhu had been in an exceptionally good mood.
Her lips curved into an arc, and so did her eyes. Even when someone on the road barked at her to move aside, she did not feel the slightest bit unhappy.
For cultivators, no matter which path they walked or how formidable their combat strength was, it all ultimately came down to cultivation.
With powerful inner qi, every method—cultivation arts, secret techniques, swordsmanship, lightness skills, and the like—would rise with the tide.
Without sufficient cultivation to support it, even if one learned a peerless secret art, one could not wield it properly.
That was why the martial world judged rank, while the court looked at power. Without either one, things became awkward.
No matter how extravagantly one boasted, it was useless.
Lu Wu-bing was equally amazed. That old Taoist really had some skills.
The wine he brewed was not merely delicious; it was no less potent than the finest pills under heaven.
For instance, the Celestial Star Sect's treasured Glazed Glass Pill could raise one by more than two ranks and forge a Glazed Glass Sword Body. It was a supreme masterpiece among top-grade treasures, and this pot of Dream Millet wine naturally still fell somewhat short of it.
But apart from the Glazed Glass Pill, things such as the Purple Heart Pill, Primordial Pill, and Golden Jade Pill could not compare to this fine wine even if they rode a horse.
Not to mention pills such as the Small Primordial Pill and Water Accumulation Pill, which could only increase one's