Lingli should be much stronger than Lingzhu Zi and Ao Yi by now, right?
With Ancestral Witch Origin Essence Blood, Witch-Human bloodline, and all the pills Li Changshou had continuously fed Xiong Lingli over the years, a combat expert who could flatten a Golden Immortal through sheer physical strength had been forcefully cultivated just like that.
A true powerhouse who had eaten her way to strength.
The difficulty now lay in teaching Xiong Lingli to control the changes in her size. Only when she could grow large enough to carry mountains and leap across the North Sea, or shrink small enough to dance like a flying swallow in one's palm, would Xiong Lingli count as graduated.
Then he would equip her with a pair of Xuanhua Axes and a pair of great copper hammers, get her a Heavenly Court God Position—she would definitely be first-rate at guarding a gate!
East of the Eastern Sea, at the ends of the earth;
Drifting upon a white cloud beyond the eastern heavens, Li Changshou thought thus, a composed smile lingering on his lips.
Of course, the one moving about at present was one of his Paper Daoists, transformed into an old woman, while his true body was hidden within the snake-headed staff in the old woman's hand.
Only a few years remained until the Purple Heaven Palace deliberations on the Investiture of the Gods. If he entered the right state in cultivation, a moment of distraction might see his teacher hurling over a single "come."
There were priorities in all things.
Although the cultivation process of the Eight-Nine Profound Technique was exceedingly satisfying, with realizations arriving one after another every day, and his steadily strengthening physique creating a kind of "false" sense of security;
At this juncture, Li Changshou had to make preparations