"I'm not being modest. You understand my Intent, right?"
I genuinely don't think I deserve the name Zhang Zhuoen.
Zhang Zhuoen is just a name, a designation.
I'm only a Written Spirit. As his Written Spirit, I think you're clearly better suited to that name than I am. From now on, you're the real Zhang Zhuoen. Even if Zhang Zhuoen himself appeared before me right now, I'd say the same thing.
By then, I'll have dissipated into the world anyway. Even if he finds another Written Spirit, it won't be me.
He's just a lousy Daoist cultivator. What does he know about the [Taiyin Plain Body]?"
Upon learning that Lin Feng had cultivated the [Taiyin Plain Body] and produced a symbol, the Written Spirit Zhang Zhuoen gave him the name Zhang Zhuoen without another word. This time, he meant it with genuine Intent.
He truly couldn't understand how Lin Feng had cultivated the [Taiyin Plain Body] to such a level—complete mastery. And this was only Lin Feng's second time practicing it.
Complete mastery on his second attempt at cultivating the [Taiyin Plain Body].
Who did Zhang Zhuoen think he was?
Could he achieve complete mastery on his second attempt at practicing this art?
He couldn't.
Upon hearing Lin Feng's "innocent remarks"...
The Written Spirit Zhang Zhuoen went numb.
"Your second time, huh?"
The Written Spirit Zhang Zhuoen gave a miserable laugh and waved his hand, refusing to discuss it further.
I'm not qualified to instruct you.
Talking any more would be pointless. It would only shake my Daoist resolve.
He knew that the real Old Zhang had created the [Taiyin Plain Body] through a process of cultivating truth. He had worked backward from the conclusion to derive the process; the [Taiyin Plain Body] was the methodology he had reverse-engineered.
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