Through their intimate exchanges, he could tell that her magical power was still relatively pure. She had not strayed down the wrong path in her haste to advance.
Her aura was very steady, and its purity barely met the standard. It seemed she had reached Qi Refining Peak several years ago.
"Junior Sister, if I remember correctly, you're forty-nine this year, aren't you?"
Liu Yu spoke mildly. Although he seemed to be asking, his tone was entirely certain.
"You remember correctly, Senior Brother."
Jiang Qiushui had changed into a black gauze robe, through which a hint of snowy skin could be seen. Gathering her still-damp hair, she answered without looking up.
"How are your preparations for foundation establishment coming along?"
"How confident are you?"
Liu Yu continued his calm questioning.
"I'm only an ordinary qi refining cultivator. Since following you, Senior Brother, I've mostly lost contact with my former fellow cultivators. Where else could I go to prepare for foundation establishment?"
"I've only prepared a few ordinary supplementary Spirit Treasures. I intend to try my luck when the time comes. My chances of success are just under thirty percent."
At this question, Jiang Qiushui's hands paused. She looked somewhat downcast, but then her expression grew resolute as she answered.
She clearly had the determination to take that gamble, even though failure could leave her severely injured, damage her foundations and vital essence, and greatly shorten her lifespan.
"Just under thirty percent is still too low."
Liu Yu shook his head slightly, unimpressed by those odds.
Most cultivators lacked both connections and resources. They could only prepare Spirit Treasures whose effects were so weak as to be practically nonexistent, adding a tiny measure of assistance that brought their chances to little more than twenty percent.
Thus, when ordinary qi refining cultivators