"A story?" They exchanged glances, not understanding what Tang Yan meant.
"Long ago, this world's cultivation system was incomplete. There weren't even such concepts as 'spiritual power' or 'cultivation ranks.'
"There was a man named Chen Yaozi whose archery skills were extraordinary, and he often took pride in them.
"One day, he was demonstrating his archery to a crowd. Every arrow struck the bull's-eye, so he began boasting to an old oil seller nearby.
"But the old man said, 'There's nothing remarkable about it. Your hands are simply well practiced.' As he spoke, he fetched a gourd, placed a copper coin over its mouth, scooped up a ladle of oil, then raised it high and poured.
"The oil flowed like a thread through the hole in the coin and into the gourd, without a single drop touching the coin.
"Without using true qi, wouldn't you find it difficult to hit the bull's-eye with every arrow or pour oil through that hole into the gourd?" Tang Yan asked them.
"It would be difficult even with true qi," You Butong said with a wry smile.
"The old man then said, 'There's nothing to any of this. Archery is the same as pouring oil. In everything, practice makes perfect.'"
When Tang Yan finished, they immediately fell into thought. Though his story was brief, it was a crystallization of Huaxia civilization, containing boundless wisdom.
"Brother Yan, does that mean we should practice the fundamentals of pill refining next?" Qin Yue'er was exceptionally bright and understood at the slightest hint.
"That's right. Every pill Reach the Summit releases from now on must maintain a high standard.
"Your foundations are shaky, so the quality of your pills varies, and it's difficult for you to achieve high quality.
"You haven't traveled far down the path of pill