"Xue Yi was the first Personal Disciple you took in. Are you really willing to let him take such a great risk?" the white-haired young woman asked coldly.
"The only reason I took that boy Xue Yi in back then was that I owed his ancestor a great favor from before my Core Formation. Over the years, I have never slighted this eldest disciple of mine in the least. He has received every resource and every bit of guidance due to him. In the previous True Disciple Contests, I even gave him a place in the finals outright. Nor did I ever ask him to practice that dangerous secret art. Now that he wishes to practice it of his own accord, naturally, I will not stop him," Yan Tu replied calmly.
"True enough. Xue Yi is willing to gamble. If he really masters that secret art, his strength might indeed soar, giving him a chance to compete for a True Disciple position. Then let us see what comes of it." After some thought, the white-haired young woman nodded as well.
Inside the Cultivation Chamber of a cave abode on Pure Fire Peak.
Despite the restrictive seals on the walls, the unbroken pealing of bells still carried clearly inside.
On the Crimson Jade inside the chamber sat a fearsome figure over twenty feet tall, his legs crossed.
A blue robe draped this figure, but his exposed neck and other areas were covered in translucent white scales. The same scales encased his hands, and sharp nails several inches long tipped all ten fingers, like so many little knives.
A thick, scaled tail drooped behind the fearsome figure.
Looking farther up at his face, coarse black hair fell straight to his shoulders. Half his face remained normal, while the other half was