"Qinghe, don't do this." Xue Ye decisively cut him off, his tone turning stern. "When it comes to cultivation methods, it is enough for the imperial family to provide information and make introductions.
If we take the initiative to give them the method and something goes wrong during cultivation, the responsibility will fall entirely on the imperial family. That would be a huge problem.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has deep foundations. Whether they verify it themselves or bear the risks themselves, it has nothing to do with us."
Xue Qinghe was slightly taken aback, then respectfully bowed. "Your son understands. Father has considered the matter more thoroughly."
Xue Ye let out a long sigh. Looking out at the night beyond the window, he slowly said, "Spirit Hall's move may appear generous, but there are hidden schemes behind it.
If this method were truly so miraculous, I do not believe they would simply make it public. What they reveal is most likely the basic version, while the more advanced versions must be kept tightly hidden within Spirit Hall.
On the surface, they are benefiting the continent's soul masters. In reality, they are further solidifying their influence among commoner soul masters without harming their own foundations. This move truly strikes at both body and soul!"
At those words, a flicker of killing intent flashed through "Xue Qinghe's" eyes. That old bastard really was sharp. It seemed it was time to increase the poison dosage and send the old bastard to his grave sooner.
After "Xue Qinghe" left the imperial study, the night wind was slightly chilly. He stood before the palace gates and pondered briefly before personally writing a secret letter and handing it to a trusted subordinate to deliver to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect as quickly as