Fang Qianyuan had not experienced all that much, but having managed his household from a young age, he had been clever and precocious enough to recognize what truly benefited him long ago.
His master's and sect's arrangements were one thing; his own understanding of those arrangements was another. Only when the two blended together could they guide his recent actions.
Over the days that followed, Jin Lu was gratified to see Fang Qianyuan continue studying diligently and training hard, fully living up to the sect's high expectations.
Between cultivation sessions, Fang Qianyuan also kept examining himself, striving to stay on the right path.
The last battle proved that I had shored up my weakness in illusory combat. If another enemy tries to bewilder anyone on our side with illusions, I only need to counter them with the Thunder Civet.
If possible, once I master illusion arts and establish a mental connection, I could even use him to initiate illusory combat, making full use of the Thunder Civet's advantages!
But cultivating illusion arts requires a suitable spirit creature, and these arts demand exceptionally fine control. Studying them would take enormous amounts of time and effort. With that much time, I could raise my cultivation to the tenth transformation, fully exploit the Treasure Pill's advantages, and sweep through the human rank realm!
There are countless kinds of spirit creatures in this world, and powerful divine abilities and spells beyond numbering. Versatility is certainly good, but if one move can shatter ten thousand arts, there really is no need to make trouble for myself.
By now, Fang Qianyuan had realized that his means of fighting enemies were rather limited. Again and again, he relied on the same few moves.
But he did not think there was anything wrong with that.
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