To be honest, Yuanshi was also deeply dissatisfied with his disciples' cultivation. There were so many of them, yet they had suffered defeat after defeat at the hands of the two brothers, Kong Xuan and Golden Roc.
Fine, your origins and innate gifts are inferior to theirs. I can accept that. But what about you, Ran Deng?
You're the Deputy Cult Leader of my Expounding Teaching, yet you couldn't even subdue Kong Xuan! You were one of the Three Thousand Guests of Zixiao who heard the Dao Ancestor preach, while Kong Xuan was a junior barely born at the time. You... ah, we've truly lost all face this time.
Had Gungun not stepped in and rescued Xiong Meng, Guang Chengzi, and the others, he, the Primordial Heavenly Venerable, would have had to act personally. Then some living beings might well have muttered to themselves that he was bullying the young with his seniority and crushing the weak with his strength.
My disciples are too weak. This simply won't do! Yuanshi thought.
Then he looked down at Nine Li. After some consideration, he still shook his head.
No. Although he had a way to give Nine Li the strength of a quasi-saint immediately, using it would forever sever Nine Li's prospects of pursuing the Great Dao, leaving him stuck at that realm without any further progress.
Although only one wisp of primordial purple qi remained, and attaining the realm of a primordial unity great immortal was even more of a tale from the Arabian Nights, making quasi-saints the foremost mighty beings of the Primordial World, there were still differences between them. Slashing one corpse, two corpses, or three corpses-each represented a different realm.
Yuanshi had high hopes for Nine Li. He hoped that Nine Li would one day reach the heights