Huang Ruoxi was about to step forward to stop him when a slender, jade-like yet powerful hand blocked her path.
"Su Qinglian, why are you stopping me? If anything happens to the Young Master, even ten lives each wouldn't be enough to pay for it!"
Huang Ruoxi spoke anxiously, wanting to go forward and stop the Young Master from cultivating before something went wrong.
But Su Qinglian remained composed and unhurried. "Don't worry. The Young Master is fine for now."
Despite her words, the shock deep in Su Qinglian's eyes remained scarcely less intense than Huang Ruoxi's.
The sight before them was far too frightening, overturning everything they had previously understood about cultivation.
Who ever stepped onto the path of cultivation at just one year old?
If someone had told them before that a born prodigy had begun cultivating at one, they would certainly have thought that person mad.
Across the ages, only a scant handful of people had been able to cultivate before turning three.
There had been only five or six in total, and the current God Emperor, Ye Junlin, was one of them.
But who was Ye Junlin? His talent was unparalleled throughout history, and he possessed a supreme, extraordinary physique—the legendary Primordial Immortal King Physique!
People could understand someone like him cultivating before the age of three.
But their little master? He merely had a mortal physique. Where did such talent come from?
Besides, the foundation of cultivation—its very starting point—required a cultivation art.
Without a cultivation art, how could anyone cultivate? It was nothing but a fantasy from the Arabian Nights.
So where had their little master obtained his cultivation art?
"Should we go over and wake the little master?"
"If anything happens and those above hold us responsible, even the powers behind us might