"Is advancing to Dou Zhe supposed to be difficult?"
Xiao Qian spread his hands casually, a confident smile curling his lips. "Anyone with hands can do it."
The moment he finished speaking, the crowd erupted.
"What?!" "Such arrogance!" Cries of disbelief and angry rebukes rose one after another.
The disciples' faces were filled with anger and disdain. Those who had been stuck at ninth stage Dou Qi for ages, struggling desperately to advance to Dou Zhe, were especially furious. Like cats whose tails had been viciously stomped on, their faces flushed crimson, and they wanted nothing more than to rush over and shower Xiao Qian with a torrent of abuse.
To them, Xiao Qian's words were nothing short of an insult. The road to Dou Zhe was immensely difficult. How could it possibly be as easy as he made it sound?
"Junior Brother Xiao Qian, I should remind you of something."
Lin Ye wore a faint, chuckling smile, but a barely perceptible flicker of malice crossed his eyes. "Only the top three in the Outer Sect can receive one dose of Qi Gathering Powder each year. If I remember correctly..."
He deliberately paused, sweeping his gaze across Xiao Qian's face as though hoping to catch a trace of panic. "This year's Qi Gathering Powder was distributed three months ago. If you intend to rely on medicine to advance quickly, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until next year."
His words shot toward Xiao Qian like a freezing rain of arrows, seeking to shatter his confidence and make him embarrass himself before everyone.
In Lin Ye's view, without the aid of Qi Gathering Powder, Xiao Qian had virtually no chance of advancing to Dou Zhe in such a short time. When that happened, he would naturally become everyone's laughingstock.
"Qi Gathering