Zhong Ziqing pondered for a moment, then said, "Junior Sister, have you ever heard of anyone whose Nascent Soul could withstand the baptism of immortal light?"
Lü Wenqiu shook his head. "Perhaps someone in the Body Integration Realm could just about withstand it! Why? Don't tell me this brat tempered his Nascent Soul with immortal light?"
Zhong Ziqing raised a thumb. "How perceptive, Junior Sister. You guessed it in one!"
"What? Really?"
Xu Qingtong spent a month meditating and cultivating on Tianhua Mountain's Back Mountain. Only after thoroughly stabilizing his Nascent Soul cultivation did he rise to his feet and return to Zhong Ziqing's cave abode.
"Master, I've stabilized my cultivation and came specifically to report to you!"
"Mm, very good! Take a seat to the side first. Your Martial Uncle will be coming shortly and has some questions for you!"
Xu Qingtong had not been seated long before Lü Wenqiu and Du Siwen entered. He hurriedly rose and greeted his Martial Uncle.
Lü Wenqiu looked Xu Qingtong up and down several times, making his skin crawl.
"Not bad, brat!"
Xu Qingtong did not understand what Lü Wenqiu meant. He could only scratch his head and stand there in foolish silence.
"Qingtong, during your tribulation, you used a small crossbow to blast apart the tribulation clouds. That little crossbow should be a demonic treasure, shouldn't it?"
Xu Qingtong reached out, produced the Yuanrong Crossbow, and held it out to Zhong Ziqing.
"Master, do you mean this?"
Zhong Ziqing took it, examined it in his hands, then passed it to Lü Wenqiu.
Lü Wenqiu examined it carefully, clicking his tongue in admiration. This demonic artifact had been crafted with exquisite precision and had reached high grade. But he had no demonic power and could not activate it. Otherwise, he would