With Wang Daoyuan's reassurance, Wang Zhian felt much better.
"When I first took over the Lineage, it was at its most dilapidated.
There was only one Foundation Establishment Cultivator—me—and merely around thirty Qi Refinement cultivators.
At the time, everyone's only thought was to keep the Lineage going for a few more years.
None of the brothers cared about personal gains or losses. They devoted everything they had to the Lineage.
Otherwise, the Lineage would have fallen apart long ago."
"Later, the conflict between the Netherworld Sect and the Crimson Sun Palace grew increasingly intense, and both sides stood with swords drawn and bows bent.
Those who were hostile toward our Wang Clan were transferred to the front lines, and life became much easier for our Wang Clan.
After that, the Lineage produced a genius like Shouye, who had hopes of cultivating to the Golden Core Realm.
Only then did the Lineage have hope of rising again, and people's hearts gradually came together."
"Yet from beginning to end, I never imagined that you, a disregarded child with a Five-element Spiritual Root, would grow to this point.
With you all supporting the Lineage, even if I die, I'll have face when I meet the ancestors of every generation."
Wang Daoyuan smiled. "Fifth Uncle-Grandfather, you're thinking too much.
With your talent, you can absolutely cultivate to the Deity Transformation Realm.
And with the resources in my hands, helping you cultivate to the Mahayana Realm won't be a problem."
Wang Zhian waved his hand. "I know exactly what I'm made of.
Being able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul Realm is already a tremendous stroke of luck.
With my little bit of talent, even if I break through to the Mahayana Realm, I'd be the weakest Mahayana cultivator.
I wouldn't be able to help