Bai Tang did not want Jiang Yang to rely on her too much and develop the reckless confidence of someone with a powerful backer. That would do him no good in a fight.
So she spoke up to frighten the boy:
"It's hardly that easy. The sword master's realm limits my strength. Enemies in the Qi Refining realm are nothing to worry about, of course, but after Foundation Establishment, an Immortal Foundation bolsters them in magical combat...
Even I could only grab you, turn around, and flee for our lives if we ran into one. You still need to act carefully."
The Foundation Establishment Realm was a stage that bridged what came before and what came after. Upon reaching it, a cultivator's magic power surged and transformed into True Essence, while an Immortal Foundation formed within their body. With all its wondrous enhancements, their strength could no longer be compared to what it had been.
Even the weakest Foundation Establishment cultivator was more than three or five Qi Refining cultivators could withstand.
Although he had great confidence in Bai Tang and felt that her strength was unfathomable, he had never seen how powerful a Foundation Establishment cultivator actually was. Hearing this immediately brought his attitude into line.
"I understand."
Jiang Yang answered, then looked at the pitch-black entrance before him and walked inside with his hand on his sword.
The moment he entered, Jiang Yang felt as though the Dark Marsh had swallowed him, as if heaven and earth had changed in an instant.
The view was somewhat dim, with only a few shafts of light shining through. Thick miasma that had lingered for a thousand years pressed the sky low, while gnarled dead branches loomed in and out of sight amid the clouded haze, painting the watery land in