On the plaza before Shouzheng Peak's main hall, beneath the Blood-Gold Flame Banner, Lu Ye rested a hand on his saber hilt and stared solemnly ahead.
Opposite him, Li Baxian casually held a sword and said with a smile, "In half a year, you rose to Tier Five. Your strength has improved too quickly. Sometimes, rapid cultivation progress is not necessarily a good thing, because others have more time to hone their combat skills, while you do not. This is especially important for a Weapon Cultivator. On Golden Light Peak, you had courage and ferocity enough when fighting your enemies, but not enough skill. That is your greatest weakness."
In half a year, he had gone from a minor cultivator whose Apertures had only recently opened to Tier Five, and had even mastered a Defense Spirit Pattern that he could cast at will. This had long since spread and was no secret.
Lu Ye had originally thought the Sect Master would ask about it. He had already decided that, if the Sect Master did ask, he would tell him the truth.
But in truth, ever since he woke up, the Sect Master had not asked about it at all. Only a few days ago, when everyone had been bedridden and recovering together, had he reminded Lu Ye that many people now knew he had encountered some fortuitous opportunities in the Spirit Stream Battlefield. Perhaps someone might set their sights on that, so Lu Ye needed to stay vigilant.
Of course, the chances of that happening were not high. The Sect Master had said that the Spirit Stream Battlefield held many fortuitous opportunities. Lu Ye's rise to Tier Five in half a year might seem fast, but there had been even faster cases in history. Once, an ordinary person encountered a