"Pah... They're disciples of the orthodox Mystical Sect, aiming for Primordial Spirit loose immortality—at the very least, Golden Core perfection... That's why they place such importance on their foundations. You, a demonic heretic, have only cultivated a thin wisp of Killing Intent, yet you come here to rebuke a disciple who hasn't even reached the Innate realm and has no formidable inheritance to speak of. Are you worthy? Worthy?"
Aaron reflected that the original Xin Chen had possessed merely average talent, average perseverance, and average comprehension.
Golden Daoist's own Daoist inheritance was also exceedingly crude. With the two compounded together, they would have to thank heaven and earth if they could reach the Killing Intent Condensation realm in this lifetime. Future Dao paths? The grand path of the Golden Core? Were they worthy of such things?
Even with a damaged foundation, reaching Condensing Killing Intent and Outer Astral would not be much of a problem. That alone was enough to roam free for a lifetime—the striving goal of many Rogue Cultivators!
Yet his face showed shame. "This disciple has let Master down... I have failed Master's great expectations!"
"Forget it!"
Golden Daoist had merely been looking for an excuse to curse someone.
With a wave of his hand, a stream of pitch-black mana shot into Aaron's dantian and suppressed the Stomach Monster Gu.
Aaron rubbed his stomach, then immediately flipped to his feet and bowed deeply. "Many thanks, Master!"
He still understood the principle that one had no choice but to bow beneath another's eaves.
Besides... Golden Daoist was no kindhearted man. He had even dug out a disciple's heart and eaten it raw!
"Mm. I was just about to summon your junior brothers and sisters. Come!"
Golden Daoist swept his sleeve, and a gust of sinister wind instantly wrapped