"..." Chen Yihe froze for half a second. He had already prepared his lines and was just about to put on his act.
He had never expected Chen Mu to agree so readily. Quickly recovering, he changed tack. "Good! Straight to the point! Just what I'd expect of my worthy nephew!"
He had his composure and acting down to perfection.
"How would you like to compete, Uncle?" Chen Mu asked about the rules.
"Simple. We each tailor a cultivation technique to Qingcheng, then have her try them and judge which is better. How does that sound?" Chen Yihe asked.
"No problem." Chen Mu readily agreed.
"Then sorry for the trouble, Qingcheng, but you'll have to be our judge," Chen Yihe joked. "You can't favor Little Mu."
"Rest assured, Uncle. I'll be completely fair and impartial." Ye Qingcheng knew he was joking and took no offense.
"Let's begin!" Chen Yihe took his stance first. Spiritual qi surged out, intertwining in countless strands before him to form a sphere that grew larger and larger...
If Chen Mu remembered correctly, this sphere was much like an alchemist's pill furnace. It was a cultivation technique furnace.
This cultivation technique furnace was the threshold separating ordinary people from Cultivation Technique Creators.
It was a gift of sustenance from heaven itself, with an awakening rate even lower than that of a saint body.
In ten thousand years, Chen Yihe was the only one to emerge in the entire Tianyuan Holy Land.
However, the cultivation technique furnace had one advantage: it could be passed down.
When he decided to take Chen Mu as his disciple, Chen Yihe had already prepared to give up everything so that Chen Mu could replace him and become one of the foremost Cultivation Technique Creators in the Southern Region, and even the