"Hmph!"
"Di Yi are Di Yi after all—coarse beyond measure, impossible to civilize!"
Lin Xiuyi found this act especially objectionable, and sneered with open disdain.
"The method is indeed rather crude..."
True Person Buji beside him remained noncommittal, merely shaking his head as he offered that brief assessment.
“Still, in a remote, bitterly cold land like this, with neither secret alchemical arts nor skilled alchemists, they can only resort to swallowing the Pill so crudely.”
"They have little choice."
"Heh, without the Sword Immortal here, whether we could stop this boy would be anyone's guess."
"General Dingyuan, you have rather reversed cause and effect. I fear the last battle drove that old ghost Lu into a corner, forcing him to resort to this desperate measure."
"At least he makes a useful blade, does he not?"
Lu Xinghuai stroked his beard and smiled, his words carrying the finality of a verdict delivered as the coffin lid closed.
He almost seemed to see old ghost Lu Boyan's smile across the distance, as though the man were saying, You were the one who broke the rules first.
But whether your blade was swifter or my sword sharper remained to be seen.
The True Persons in the sky discussed it quietly. Though their remarks were largely critical, most showed little surprise.
Such thoroughly wicked arts were rarely seen among the kingdoms anymore, but they had not vanished without a trace. Everyone present had heard something of them.
At the Purple Mansion realm, viewed through the lens of divine powers, whether a method was righteous or wicked mattered little. Ultimately, it only needed to work.
As for the so-called Third Prince below, his fate would likely be far less pleasant.
For any cultivator, the Immortal Foundation was the foundation of entry into the Dao, of