No Useless Vocational Colleges, Only Useless Cultivators!

"That one's put some thought into it."

At those words, Teacher Xiao drawled lazily, "Leave the Spirit Tea. Keep the rest for yourself. My foundation was damaged in the Star Realm War, so I've got no real chance of reaching Golden Core. Half my body's gone, and I lost an eye. I replaced it with a Magical Artifact eye from the Yuqing Domain. Spirit Coins and Spirit Stones aren't much use to me."

"As for the recommendation, we'll see when the time comes. If there's someone more suitable, I'll recommend them. If they're all rotten fish and stinking shrimp, I'll recommend this Yuan fellow."

Hearing this, Chen Zhuo cupped his fists in acknowledgment, warmth rising in his heart.

This was how a proper cultivator should be!

Xiao Yugang waved a hand and continued, "All right, enough about him. We sword cultivators can't let worldly things lead us astray. We have to keep a Sword Heart that perseveres to the end. How are the spells I told you to practice?"

Chen Zhuo replied at once, "Teacher, I've had two injections for body tempering. My escape technique and Body-Protecting Sword Curse are coming along well. For my main sword art, I chose a Sword Manual that condenses First Wood Divine Thunder."

Xiao Yugang had no reaction to the injections.

Though he championed the old methods, he still had to consider practical circumstances and respect the facts.

With the Immortal Estate in its sorry state and Spiritual Qi so thin, how were cultivators supposed to train without injections?

Purely old methods?

That was madness!

They would spend their whole lives stuck in Early Qi Refinement. Even someone with a Heavenly Spiritual Root would only have a chance at Foundation Establishment in their seventies or eighties, and their attempt would still very likely fail: