Taking Stock of the Spoils!

Kun Yun was feeling a little nervous.

Looking at the Eight Trigrams Furnace in the distance, then at Wang Ping surrounded by six Qi Refinement Yin Spirits, a bead of cold sweat rolled slowly down his forehead.

"Too fast. He's grown far too fast!"

As he remembered it, he had been facing his Life Tribulation only recently, while Wang Ping had still been at the Second Layer of Tribulation Transcendence. He had only just mastered a Divine Ability—a novice cultivator through and through.

Even then, Kun Yun had marveled at Wang Ping's cultivation speed. Mastering a Divine Ability in just a few years was astonishing for anyone else. Even Tribulation Transcendence cultivators, however gifted, measured their progress in decades or centuries.

But Wang Ping?

He had reached the Second Layer of Tribulation Transcendence in a few short years, and now, after just a few more, he was a Corpse-Liberated Immortal capable of killing Qi Refiners!

If he kept climbing at one realm a year, wouldn't another decade or so make him a Supreme True Lord?

Did he have no bottlenecks?

Even allowing for a True Lord's schemes and a cultivator rising with the tide, this rate of advancement was absurd. It lay wholly beyond Kun Yun's imagination.

Worse, Biyang might already hold a grudge against him... On the True Lord's orders, Kun Yun had deliberately played the fool and sent him to the Brahma Kingdom. Now Wang Ping had returned unharmed and even set a trap that killed six Qi Refiners. If he turned his attention to Kun Yun next...

Good heavens, it could affect his Dao Path!

As Kun Yun fretted, a voice suddenly came from behind him. "What, still haven't seen our Dao Son come out?"

"...Not yet."

Kun Yun turned. A hazy radiance stood behind him, like