Hearing Lu Mingyu's words, Guan Ping kept her head down as she wrote a pill formula.
"You've always thought so highly of yourself. Why are you asking me for help now?"
"I've told you time and again not to trouble him, but you never listen. I don't want to help you now."
Faced with Guan Ping's "coldness," Lu Mingyu gave a helpless, wry smile. "Our teacher is an extraordinary man. If I never cross hands with him, won't I regret it for the rest of my life?"
"He hasn't even reached the Quasi-Emperor Realm. Why must you make him your opponent?"
Guan Ping looked at him in confusion.
Lu Mingyu smiled. "Cultivation level has never mattered to our teacher."
"The world knows his cultivation level isn't high, but it doesn't know he has mastered the arts of countless schools."
"The Phoenix Empress Fist can shake the heavens, but our teacher taught it to her."
"The true key to that fist art, created by the Hundred Defeats Immortal, lies in its momentum."
"When our teacher taught the Phoenix Empress that art, he had already mastered it."
"Besides, our teacher also holds the Ask-Heavens Fist, the culmination of the Hundred Defeats Immortal's life's work."
"After all this time, do you think he's made the Ask-Heavens Fist his own?"
At this, Guan Ping frowned. "Even if his fist arts are godlike, is that worth going to such lengths to challenge him?"
"His fist arts are hardly the only thing he's mastered. Swordsmanship, blade arts, cultivation, alchemy—name an art, and he almost certainly knows it."
"Take soul arts, for example."
"You could count on one hand the people who truly understand that art and can use it proficiently."
"Yet most eyes in the world are fixed on the Jade Emperor and me."
"Who still