New Art?
Listening to the person on the platform, Li Su's eyes revealed a flicker of surprise.
He had assumed this was a place where some great organization cultivated talent. He had never expected it to be for some so-called "new method." In other words, this academy was merely a testing ground, and these so-called apprentices were nothing more than a pack of lab rats.
What kind of filthy-rich extravagance was this? It was terrifying!
Something that had not even been proven, with only the faintest wisp of a possibility, and they had built a place like this for it.
And what left Li Su most speechless was how blunt the other party had been. This inconceivable grotto-heaven was merely a playground for the so-called princes.
Whose princes were these? With this treatment, Yang Jian would probably weep at the sight, while Chenxiang would want to murder someone.
If the Great Celestial Venerable had even a third of the bearing possessed by these princes' father, the absurd family tragedy of both his nephew and grandnephew storming the Heavenly Court would never have happened.
Unable to resist, Li Su examined his own condition.
Mm...
How should he put this?
His talent truly was extraordinary, deserving of that remark about being exceptionally gifted and a clan prodigy. It felt no weaker than the body he had possessed when he awakened the Heaven-and-Earth Dao Body. His vitality was astonishing, his strength immense. One could say that from the womb onward, he had already stood head and shoulders above others, perched atop all living beings.
This was no joke. With the staggering vitality and blood within him, despite not having cultivated at all, Li Su already felt that he could kill a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
What sort of race was this? What kind of