"Three thousand six hundred forms?!"
At Steward Chang's words, Luo Fuying and the others all stared wide-eyed. To their minds, mastering a single stance art and forging even one form was already a rare achievement. Otherwise, the Holy Incense Church would not have given them a whole year to train, along with a substantial supply of resources.
Even then, Steward Chang believed that most of them would fail to forge a form and would have to be eliminated.
For a commoner from an ordinary family, even learning martial arts would not help much without resources. They probably could not forge a form in three to five years—no, they might not even develop force in that time, much less forge a form!
Yet despite such difficulty, Yan Wudao had actually forged three thousand six hundred forms!
How incredible was that?!
Longing filled Steward Chang's face. "Rumor has it that after he forged three thousand six hundred forms, his flesh transformed and gave rise to all manner of divine powers. Severed limbs regrew, flesh sprouted over bare bones, and he possessed the strength of ten dragons and ten elephants. Thus, the moment he finished forging his forms, he could easily defeat enemies above his realm. Ordinary Vein-Passing practitioners could not withstand even a single blow from him—they were smashed straight into pulp!"
Everyone listened with yearning, until a slender youth named Liu Bai asked curiously, "Steward, how many forms have you forged?"
Steward Chang's expression froze. Then he turned an icy gaze on Liu Bai, frightening the boy into instinctively retreating two steps.
"Hmph!"
Steward Chang snorted in displeasure. "Enough. Rein in your thoughts and stop daydreaming. Devil Master Yan Wudao is not someone you can hope to compare yourselves with. Never mind you—even the outstanding heroes of an entire province cannot