"If I form my Golden Core here, I'll already be a turtle in a jar—how had I not felt a thing?"
Fang Shu muttered inwardly.
He quickly realized that this He fellow had, nine times out of ten, made a grave miscalculation and judged the situation entirely wrong!
Sure enough, once he steadied his mind, he questioned the other man. "Please elaborate, Fellow Daoist He."
He Shoufeng gestured at the entirety of Mount Lu and said, "When we immortals form our Golden Cores, we require the aid of fortune. The reason Fellow Daoist returned to Mount Lu was presumably because this place's fortune is flourishing and would help you form your Golden Core."
He chuckled, then continued, "Besides, it is not as though our Profound Teaching knows nothing of the origins of Mount Lu's orthodox lineage. Anyone who forms a Golden Core here must make a certain oath.
"Once that oath is made, your future immortal path will be bound to this Mount Lu.
"Your Golden Core will further be nourished and constrained by this place's laws of heaven and earth. Cultivating here, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort, and you may even borrow fortune to fend off external enemies. But if you leave this place—"
He narrowed his eyes at Fang Shu, his expression composed, and abruptly stopped speaking.
Yet Fang Shu had already understood everything.
This He fellow was using the flawed circumstances within Mount Lu's inheritance to speculate about his own situation.
What the other man said was not entirely wrong. If Fang Shu had not comprehended the method himself from those five coffins—
—but had instead directly swallowed the existing Elixir Code and inherited the Dao lineage through an empowerment that poured enlightenment into his mind—then Fang Shu truly would have needed