After Yang Jian rose to his feet, Qin Mu nodded in satisfaction and said:
"Not bad."
"You withstood all nine bolts of heavenly lightning with your physical body alone, without using any magical treasures."
"Such a foundation is truly rare among those of the same level."
Hearing Qin Mu's praise, a trace of delight appeared on Yang Jian's face. He hurriedly bowed respectfully to Qin Mu and said:
"It was all thanks to Master's guidance over the years!"
When he had first arrived in the Underworld, Yang Jian had not known his master Qin Mu very well.
But as he learned more later on, he came to understand just how terrifying his master was.
Not only was he the Lord of the Underworld, but Di Zun, the Lord of the Heavenly Court, was also his clone. He was the First Disciple of Sect Master Tongtian of the Interception Sect, and he himself was a Saint-level existence.
Most importantly, Qin Mu was the strongest person beneath the Heavenly Dao level, an invincible existence among Saints.
After learning all this, Yang Jian naturally worshiped Qin Mu immensely.
He often wondered: if he possessed strength like Qin Mu's, so what if it was the Western Heavenly Court? Wouldn't it still be crushed with a flip of his hand?
Of course, Yang Jian also knew that he could not aim too high too soon. The road had to be walked one step at a time.
Just as Yang Jian was lost in thought, Qin Mu casually waved his hand.
Then, several streaks of light flew out from his sleeve and hovered before Yang Jian.
"Hm?"
Seeing this, Yang Jian was slightly startled. He then looked at the lights floating in front of him.
Upon closer inspection, he saw several objects wrapped within those rays