"Xiao Hua was only at the Qi Cultivation second layer... he was still a long way from peak of Qi Cultivation... so how could he sense divine thought?" Xiao Xianrui found it incomprehensible.
"Exactly. Even we, with cultivation at the eleventh layer of Qi Cultivation, do not possess the slightest trace of divine thought. How could Xiao Hua?" Through the mirror, Zhang Qingxiao looked at Xiao Hua with great curiosity.
"Xiao Hua told me this himself. I do not know why either! Moreover, I tested it with him, and it was indeed as he said!" Xiao Yuehong said with a bitter smile.
"Our little junior brother... is becoming more and more mysterious!!!" Gong Mingwei watched Xiao Hua, who was cultivating with his eyes closed, his expression thoughtful.
"Yes. First, he entered the beginner stage of our Shang Hua Ming cultivation method without the slightest sluggishness. Then he made no progress at all for three years. After consecutively taking twelve Qi Nurturing Pills, enough for a late Qi Cultivation cultivator to advance, he had only just broken through to the Qi Cultivation second layer. Of course, the most unbelievable thing was that he had found both the Spirit Gathering Fruit and Zhe Wu Grass with extraordinary luck. At this rate, he alone could supply all the spirit herbs Shang Hua Ming needed in the future. Even something like three-hundred-year-old Linglong Grass—Xiao Hua might be able to find it!" Gong Mingwei sighed, then continued, "And that substance in the Qi Nurturing Pills that is immensely useful for cultivation may actually be connected to him as well!"
"More than that! He had never even entered the pill room before, yet he actually... understood the art of alchemy!" Zhang Qingxiao chuckled. "Though he would not admit it, weren't the slight movements of his fingers