"Hmm?"
"Then... Martial Uncle, could you reveal a little of the secret to successful Nascent Soul Formation? You needn't explain it too thoroughly—just a little bit."
Bian Chunchou thought it over carefully, then spoke with deep sorrow. "Get trapped in Pill Fragrance City, nearly get killed by demons, finally escape, then get chased down by a Spirit Transformation Venerable trying to kill you—that sort of thing. If you don't die, you can successfully form a Nascent Soul."
...Silence was Yonglu Mountain tonight.
"Martial Uncle, are you serious?" With just that, even nine lives wouldn't be enough for cultivation, would they?
"Really, absolutely true—truer than my Nascent Soul." It was just that releasing the Shadow Recording Stone would be too conspicuous. Otherwise, he truly wanted to use it to prove their innocence.
After hearing this, the disciple swiftly attained enlightenment. "Martial Uncle, tell people exactly that from now on. I guarantee the rumors outside will grow even more outrageous."
"Is that outrageous?"
All the Founding Peak disciples present nodded in unison. "Outrageous, extremely outrageous!" But if it happened to the three Martial Uncles, it was damnedly reasonable. After all, anything reasonable happening to those three was what would truly be strange.
While Bian Chunchou was dealing with the little disciples' boundless curiosity here, Wen Xu had already brought Windfold up Artifact Refining Peak. It was still the disciple named Lu Qiao who received him. When Wen Xu had first arrived, Lu Qiao had still been a Daoist attendant; now, he had entered Artifact Refining Peak and become the youngest disciple of its peak master.
"Lu Qiao greets Little Martial Granduncle." Seeing his Little Martial Granduncle, Lu Qiao could not help sighing inwardly. Only some twenty years had passed. He had only just stepped into Foundation Establishment, while the other's cultivation had