The three days of Yi Xingchen's instruction in the Dao of sorcery passed quickly.
The two days Chongxuan Chuliang spent teaching them how to kill, however, dragged by at a snail's pace.
It had been a full twenty-four hours of torment.
This short, stout old man with a kindly appearance had thoroughly crushed the three prodigies of the state in combat.
It wasn't quite accurate to say he had spent the entire time cursing them.
But he had certainly never stopped insulting them...
If the three prodigies hadn't possessed extraordinary resilience, they would probably have broken down halfway through.
When Chongxuan Chuliang finally stepped back, ending their two-day "sparring session,"
Jiang Wang, Chongxuan Zun, and Ji Zhaonan all saw the same unmistakable relief on each other's faces...
They were heading to the Yellow River Assembly to contend with the heroes of All-Under-Heaven.
They all had unmatched confidence in themselves.
But Chongxuan Chuliang, fighting at a level of strength close to their own, had shown them that they were not "perfect."
In truth, everyone who rose to become one of Qi's finest young talents had their own thoughts and convictions. They knew very well what suited them best.
A strong expert's guidance was the icing on the cake, adding fine details to a sturdy frame of flesh and bone.
Each of them could bring out as much of their strength as possible, and they often even surpassed their limits in battle. But when it came to "killing," the Slaughterer had truly broadened their horizons.
Those five days of training at the General-Summoning Platform could not be called a complete transformation. Still, each of them had gained a great deal.
Jiang Wang, whose foundation was the weakest, benefited the most.
It was "weakest," not "worst," because Jiang Wang's foundation was actually quite