"You?"
"A peerless prodigy born once in a hundred million years?"
Jiang Ding looked at the woman and laughed despite himself.
This was the first time he had met anyone thick-skinned enough to call herself a prodigy born once in a hundred million years.
"Well..."
Gong Caiyu grew a little embarrassed under his gaze.
"In that case, do your best."
"I'll help you."
"The path to becoming a Supreme was no easy road. Personal talent and brilliance accounted for at least eighty percent of it. Even the best outside help could account for no more than twenty percent—and without the talent and brilliance to meet the first requirement, that remaining twenty percent meant nothing."
"A Supreme cannot be made through outside intervention. At least, that's how it seems to me now."
Jiang Ding sighed and handed her a scripture. "This is the scripture you and those who followed in your footsteps created. I've corrected and refined it many times. It has the potential to produce a Supreme at the very limit of a branch of the rules. There's nothing wrong with this path."
"If you can use it to become a Supreme, that would be wonderful."
"If you can't, then after you advance to the Celestial realm, live a few more years. I'll give you an opportunity to extend your life."
Jiang Ding cared about this woman. He did not want to see her die.
But there were too many things in this world beyond anyone's power to change.
Even a True Immortal Heir faced many things he could not accomplish. All he could do was bear them and grow used to them.
"Young master, I'll succeed."
"I'll always be by your side!"
Gong Caiyu spoke with conviction.
She reached out and took the jade slip the young man offered,