Jiang Yang folded the letter and thought:
That was true. It was about time for her to attempt Foundation Establishment.
When he had first met Shang Qingzheng, her cultivation had already reached the eighth level of Qi Refining, but she had been stuck at a bottleneck, unable to advance an inch.
Yet in just over a year since then, she had soared to the Qi Refining peak, to the point where she could already begin preparing for Foundation Establishment.
Of course, that speed could not compare with Jiang Yang's, but it was still remarkably fast—at least within the normal range of advancement for the direct-line disciples of the various sects and clans.
At that thought, Jiang Yang's mind began to stir:
I wonder how much cultivation feedback Qingzheng's breakthrough will bring this time?
Last time, Shang Qingzheng had merely advanced within Qi Refining, yet the cultivation returned to him had raised Jiang Yang by a small stage.
This time, she would be advancing to Foundation Establishment. The difference was considerable, and he could surely look forward to it.
As for the possibility of Shang Qingzheng failing to break through, Jiang Yang never even considered it.
Shang Qingzheng's aptitude was far better than his. Otherwise, she would never have become a direct disciple of the peak.
Besides, True Person Xuan Xi would certainly arrange pills and cultivation resources for her. She was no struggling rogue cultivator who had to earn every resource herself.
Every direct-line disciple of a sect, without exception, had no need to fight or scramble for such things. When they entered seclusion, a share of Foundation Establishment Pills, spirit treasures, and the like would naturally be arranged for them. Some especially favored disciples received even more generous treatment.
Of course, the most important factor was still the wondrous