Fourfold

Fu Biqiong stared fixedly at Fu Zheng.

Fu Zheng said, "Master..."

"Do you think that once we enter the Prince's Mansion, we'll have the Prince's Mansion at our backs, and no one will dare bully us anymore?"

Fu Zheng hesitated.

"Silly child," Fu Biqiong said with a shake of her head, "think about how many Venerables we have now. Now, we're the ones who get to bully others."

"It's different." Fu Zheng gently shook her head.

Fu Biqiong smiled. "How is it different?"

She was currently brimming with satisfaction.

The present situation was precisely the ideal she had always pursued.

More Venerables had emerged within the sect, overshadowing all other sects, so that no one dared provoke them and they could cultivate and live freely.

That ideal situation had now become reality.

Under such circumstances, how could she bear to let Fu Zheng venture into danger?

Master and disciple living their days peacefully was better than anything else.

As for becoming a Spirit Venerable, she did not even want to think about it. Being a Venerable was already enough.

She had never heard of any demonic sect producing a Spirit Venerable.

The moment one cultivated demonic arts, it meant one no longer had any connection with Spirit Venerables.

As for the Venerable realm, from the first revolution to the ninth, one could slowly grind away at it, accumulating bit by bit with time, year after year.

In any case, Venerables had sufficiently long lifespans.

Among Venerables, the difference in strength mainly lay in the level of their Martial Skills.

The Bamboo Sect now possessed a second-grade sword art, and it was an advanced form of the Bamboo Sword Art. Cultivating it would be as natural as water flowing into a channel, saving countless efforts. They would surely stand proudly above