Refining a Spirit Treasure

"Not bad."

Seeing Lin Qianshu agree, Chen Nianzhi nodded, a faint smile appearing between his brows.

As the saying went, when one person attained the Dao, even their chickens and dogs ascended to heaven. Though Chen Nianzhi did not dare call himself an immortal now, he was still something like an earthly immortal. The slightest favor he bestowed was a heaven-sent opportunity to many cultivators.

Since he had the means, Chen Nianzhi was naturally not stingy with rewards for these juniors.

After rewarding Lin Qianshu, Chen Nianzhi glanced at Chen Xianyan. He could not help thinking of Chen Changyan and Chen Xianling from years past, and inwardly sighed.

The Chen Xianyan siblings had been personally saved by him in those days. They were juniors he had practically watched grow up, and could be considered among those closest to him within the clan.

Now, in the blink of an eye, several hundred years had passed. Chen Xianling's foundation had been somewhat weak, and his luck had not been very good either. He had already fallen in the Desolate Demon Ridge long ago.

Chen Xianyan, on the other hand, had possessed a steadfast will and had stumbled her way to where she stood today.

Although Chen Xianyan could not be called extraordinarily gifted, nor was she particularly dazzling compared to many Nascent Soul Cultivators, her mind was firm. Thus, her path of cultivation had instead surpassed that of most True Lords blessed with outstanding talent.

Of course, in the eyes of the world, the most crucial reason Chen Xianyan had come this far was that she had been born well, granting her such heaven-defying opportunities.

After all, in many people's eyes, it was one thing to be born into a transcendent force like the Chen Clan, but to be born during its