Outside the mountain.
Deng Qiuzhi watched his own clansman die, yet still sneered, "Hah! Truly an aristocratic clan of rats. From top to bottom, you're all cast from the same mold."
Li Yueting fled out and landed beside his elder, Li Wangshuo. Hearing those words, he was overcome with shame.
"Second Uncle, I lost my nerve..." Li Yueting said, lowering his head.
Rather than growing angry, Li Wangshuo laughed and clapped his hands. "Yueting, that wasn't cowardice. That was knowing how to keep yourself safe. Don't imitate Deng Zicong, who could have lived but insisted on throwing his life away!"
Cui Wenshan's lips moved slightly. "Deng Zicong... hmph. He might as well change his name to Deng the Stupid."
Deng Qiuzhi had intended to rebut Li Wangshuo, saying that the sons of the Deng Clan feared neither life nor death and held their lives of no account.
But upon hearing Cui Wenshan's addition, he swallowed the words on the tip of his tongue. Fury blazed in his eyes as he glared at Cui Wenshan.
Cui Wenshan shrugged, pretending not to notice, and said:
"Your disciple truly is formidable, fellow Daoist. He has yet to become a Celestial Person, but already knows how to overwhelm others with his aura. His talent is exceptional."
Although Qi Refining Perfected Persons could not make heaven and earth change color with a single thought as Celestial Persons could, some with outstanding talent and comprehension could still grasp their own aura and draw on the momentum of heaven and earth to suppress cultivators of the same realm.
Cui Qiezhe nodded in agreement, praising him with admiration. "Beyond his talent, fellow Daoist [Perfect Self]'s disciple also has exceptional character. He isn't someone whose Divine Abilities have warped his nature. That truly is a rare treasure."
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