The black mist failed to escape the flames even after diving into the water. Fire engulfed it beneath the surface, and it turned to ash.
Lu Yuanzhen did not so much as lift an eyelid. As though this childish skirmish were beneath his notice, he merely said, "You're wasting too much Sky Silver. There's no need to go this far against a little water demon..."
Tang Changsheng listened intently. Many of the subtle points were explained here; without a master to pass them down in person, he would never have learned them.
After all, few people could teach themselves from a textbook alone. Someone could hand you an entire industrial process, and you still might not be able to make the product...
In industry, tightening a screw half a turn instead of loosening it half a turn could produce a completely different result.
Cultivation was more exacting still. The human body was millions of times more complex and precise than any machine. The slightest deviation could lead one a thousand miles astray...
That made a master's personal instruction all the more important. Even Lu Yuanzhen's casual pointers brought Tang Changsheng enormous gains.
Understanding suddenly dawned on him. Oh, so it can be done this way too!
They were about to leave the city when a dense rain of arrows suddenly shot toward them.
Tang Changsheng's expression changed. They were in midair, with nowhere to dodge. Would they be shot full of holes?
Dao Arts might be powerful, but until a cultivator reached the True Person realm, defending against physical attacks was difficult.
Fortunately, Lu Yuanzhen was a True Person—and a great True Person at the Yang Spirit level. As the arrows flew toward them, he swept his broad sleeve. Astral Wind rose at once and slammed into the volley like