Lan Mengqin patted her tiny, underdeveloped chest and said confidently:
"How could that be?"
"My moral bottom line is incredibly high. Usually, I can't even bear to step on an ant passing by."
"But..."
"It's just a little trick for cultivating the guqin. How could it have anything to do with moral bottom lines?"
It was not only Lan Mengqin who was puzzled, but everyone present.
Moreover, from Di Tian's tone, this little cultivation trick that tested one's moral bottom line seemed somewhat sinister.
It sounded a little like the methods of evil soul masters.
Of course, the guqin cultivation trick Di Tian mentioned was not some evil soul master method, but...
"Playing the zither with eight fingers."
"The last expert who played the zither with eight fingers had a very, very serious moral deficiency."
"Playing the zither with eight fingers?" Lan Mengqin's face was full of question marks.
Her father was a guqin master, yet she had never heard of any method involving eight-fingered zither playing.
Humans were born with ten fingers. Just thinking about playing the zither with eight fingers felt unbearably awkward.
Actually...
Even Di Tian found it unbearably awkward just thinking about it.
But he would not question the cultivation method of a God King.
That God King had been born with eight fingers, and all eight were exceptionally suited for playing the guqin.
"Awkwardness can be overcome."
"Other than excessively testing one's moral bottom line, playing the zither with eight fingers has many advantages. It is still well worth trying."
There was no helping it.
Things from the Douluo universe were like viruses—they were exceptionally contagious, especially to local natives.
That God King who played the zither with eight fingers no longer merely had moral flaws. He was morally defective.
The Qin Emperor's Demon-Subduing Pestle