Countless tiny details that seemed insignificant came together to make something truly exceptional. They were the accumulated craft of decades, even centuries, passed down through generations—what people called an industrial tradition.
A cultivator's body was vastly more intricate than any machine. The slightest difference could lead to an outcome as far apart as heaven and earth.
As the saying went, "A sage passes on the medicine, not the fire; without meeting a true master, don't make wild guesses." That was what it meant...
The General's Temple had a full range of cultivation methods, along with records of the Founding Patriarchs' practice. But every person was different. No single rule applied to everyone's cultivation.
For some, it was best to break through each barrier in order. But Tang Changsheng was gradually realizing that he ought to open the Seven Great Secret Apertures first and unlock the treasury within the human body.
Along his path of cultivation, Tang Changsheng was slowly forming his own ideas and understanding...
The hot water gradually cooled. Tang Changsheng came out of his thoughts and was about to get up and dress when a tremendous bang sounded outside. Someone had kicked open the courtyard gate.
Tang Changsheng's heart jolted. Whoever had come was spoiling for a fight. With his martial uncle Lu Yuanzhen here, who had eaten a bear's heart and a leopard's gall to dare such a thing?
Unless...
A thought struck him. He hurried into his clothes and strode outside. Xin Chengying had already come out ahead of him and was shouting furiously, "Who dares act so brazenly?"
Four or five Daoists swaggered into the courtyard.
Xin Chengying was about to attack in his fury, but then he saw Purple Manifestation True Person following behind them. He recognized him and froze.
Tang Changsheng's heart skipped