"You've done well cultivating the Youth-Retaining Art, kid."
An Yuan smiled, assuming Xu Yang looked so young because he had cultivated the Youth-Retaining Art.
Neither Xu Yang's face nor his voice seemed to belong to a twenty-six-year-old. He looked and sounded seventeen or eighteen.
But Xu Yang really was twenty-six.
He had started practicing martial arts at nearly eighteen, spent almost two years in the Mighty Far Hall, and stayed in the Violet Sun Gate for nearly six years. Now, he was twenty-six years old.
Xu Yang cupped his hands. "You flatter me, Senior."
The Youth-Retaining Art?
Looks like I'll have to find something like that to cultivate. It would make a good cover for staying eighteen forever.
"You only started practicing martial arts at eighteen, and in a place like the Violet Sun Gate, at that. Breaking through to Heavenly Origin at twenty-six means your talent is quite good. Come, let's see whether you've told the truth."
An Yuan pointed at the iron pillar used to test bone age.
Xu Yang felt a little nervous. Every day, he added one point to keep his body in its peak eighteen-year-old condition. He had no idea whether this bone-age testing device would register him as eighteen or twenty-six.
If it registered eighteen, things would really get interesting.
The arrow was already on the string. He could only press his hand against the iron pillar and release a wisp of astral energy.
A faint, warm red glow burst from the iron pillar, tinged with a trace of gold.
The marks on the iron pillar lit up rapidly, finally stopping at twenty-six.
Xu Yang breathed a sigh of relief. It had not registered eighteen.
An Yuan smiled. "To think you've even cultivated the Golden Astral Skill to the great completion realm. It seems