Venerable Yanshan gave a light cough. As for that, he had vaguely heard about it.
"Why the rush? Haste makes waste. You've just undergone Tribulation Lightning, and your Golden Core is still unstable. Practicing the blade now would be too much, too soon." Heaven knew that when he heard the commotion of the Tribulation Lightning earlier, he had nearly plucked out his own beard. After all... damn it, who would have thought his twenty-eight-year-old disciple had secretly formed a Golden Core?
"Oh." His tone was full of disappointment.
"Your master just examined you. Your Golden Core has formed without any hidden injuries, but do you truly not remember how you formed it?"
This was far too muddleheaded. Would his Nascent Soul Formation be just as muddleheaded next time? No, that would not do. How could he rely on luck every single time?
Teaching a disciple could not focus only on what lay before one; one also had to consider the future.
This time, Chen Zui finally put his mind to work, but he truly did not feel there was anything worth mentioning. "This disciple merely practiced the blade as usual. After Junior Brother Bian and... Little Martial Granduncle went into seclusion one after another, this disciple did not leave Blade Peak. Every day, I practiced the blade without ever stopping."
Gu Wufang's brow twitched. ...What a fine "without ever stopping."
"And then?"
"Then, without realizing it, this disciple reached Foundation Establishment Late Stage."
He said it as though it were as simple as drinking water and breathing. This kid really had something to him.
"After reaching Foundation Establishment Late Stage, this disciple felt the spiritual energy within my body begin to grow... viscous, like watery mist. Its flow also became slow and sluggish. When practicing the blade, it felt very..."