The Golden-Scaled Demon stared at the girl mimicking him, momentarily taken aback before amusement crept over him.
Did she really think the Buddhist Sect's arts were so easy to learn?
It looked like nothing more than drawing one's Myriad-Forms Heaven and Earth inward, but in truth, every strand of its intent had to correspond to an aperture in the body, then be put to use through a special cultivation art... explaining it all would take days and nights.
If an ordinary cultivator copied it like this, it would merely look similar, without actually boosting their combat strength.
The girl before him was a perfect example. She seemed to be imitating him, but naturally, her grasp of its countless mysteries could not compare to that of a demon versed in the Buddhist Sect's orthodox teachings.
Meanwhile.
As the Blood Sea contracted, scarlet intent filled Jiang Yuechu's eyes, and dense blood-red light cloaked her body.
Yet as she carefully felt the changes in her body, a trace of helplessness flickered through her eyes.
"It helps a little, but apparently not much..."
Well, of course...
I should know better than anyone just how much I'm worth.
How could I expect to learn someone else's secret art after watching it once?
If my comprehension really defied heaven like that, why would I still need to rely on Dao Cultivation?
Still, though she had failed to grasp its essence, the attempt had pointed her in a direction.
Spread outward, it was broad but thin, suited to crushing groups of enemies and controlling the battlefield.
Drawn inward, it was concentrated and dense, focused on a single point with incomparable power.
Neither was inherently superior; the choice depended on the enemy.
But the demon before her came from the Buddhist Sect.
The Buddhist Sect already emphasized tempering