"Cultivation?" Yang Chenglin slapped his forehead. "Don't you like swordsmanship? I can put in a word with Iron Sword and have him teach you. You still haven't mastered Sword Momentum, have you? I can ask him to pass on his method of cultivating it."
Yan Chihuo was a little puzzled. It seems raising these poisonous insects is extremely important to Yang Chenglin. He's actually willing to pay such a price.
But by now, he was even more determined to drive a hard bargain. "Elder Yang, swordsmanship is indeed good, but the longer I stay here with you, the more my cultivation will be delayed..."
Before Yan Chihuo could finish, Yang Chenglin cut in again. "You're worried about that because you're afraid of embarrassing your master at the sect competition thirteen years from now. That's no problem. I'll recommend you for the Ten Thousand Bone Cave. You'll cultivate twice as fast there, which will more than make up for the time."
"The Ten Thousand Bone Cave?" Yan Chihuo suddenly remembered that when he had first joined the sect, Ping Qi had told him that he'd entered the cave years ago and suffered severe injuries. He'd been lucky to survive, but his cultivation had fallen drastically. "Elder Yang, the Ten Thousand Bone Cave is too dangerous. My strength is inadequate, and I don't dare venture in lightly."
Yang Chenglin furrowed his brow. "The Ten Thousand Bone Cave is dangerous, sure, but with your cultivation, you should be fine. Oh, I understand now. Your master was injured in the Ten Thousand Bone Cave back then. Let me tell you, it isn't as bad as you imagine. As long as you follow the sect's rules, you'll be basically safe. Of course, that doesn't apply if you have terrible luck. Your master was covering the