"Three Masters, is there something wrong with me?"
Li Su felt a little uneasy under their stares. The gazes of the three old men before him were truly unsettling. Though cultivating three sets of techniques at once demanded immense control, the techniques themselves had not clashed. After all, they originated from the same source. Their developed structures differed, but their roots were one and the same.
In fact, once all three techniques had crossed the threshold and reached a stable minor accomplishment, the bridge between them had become steady. Not only did they not conflict with one another, they even seemed to complement each other.
That was also one reason why, whenever Buddhist nature erupted within Li Su, he could still suppress it in time.
He had thought this was a good sign, but judging from the looks in his three masters' eyes, it clearly was not.
Li Su was confident that there was nothing wrong with him. His talent was terrifyingly high—not only could he swiftly comprehend and grasp the essence of cultivation methods, he could even make a certain degree of self-adjustment, altering them to better suit himself.
The principles remained the same; only the paths branching from them had undergone slight adjustments.
Could that have produced some kind of side effect? Of course, he was not worried about his current condition. Everything inside him was stable, without the slightest problem, and the three methods could still continue onward. But if this affected his study of more advanced cultivation methods, that would be truly awful.
And more importantly, the three old men teaching him had never said that cultivating this way would cause problems. Wasn't that setting their disciple up for a fall?
At that thought, Li Su grew a little anxious. Given his present situation, if he