The Good Things Are Meant to Be Shared

"Perfect, perfectly so!" Changge said with a smile, lips pursed.

"Actually, Chen Chen already said it just now. The internal energy Xiaohu displayed should have been that of over thirty years, but his true internal energy was only a little over twenty years' worth. That was what puzzled me earlier. Of course, this also means that as long as Xiaohu trains diligently, he will soon make up for those ten years of difference."

"So, my second brother won't need to spend another ten years of hard work to cultivate the internal energy others need ten years to obtain?"

"That should be the case." Changge nodded.

Zhang Xiaohua pondered for a moment, then asked again, "What if my second brother gains another thirty years of cultivation?"

"Ah?"

"What?"

"H-how could that be possible?"

All three cried out in astonishment at once.

Changge's eyes widened. "Xiaohua, was what you gave Xiaohu one of those miraculous pills rumored in the martial world to increase cultivation? And... do you still have more pills like it?"

Without waiting for Zhang Xiaohua to nod, she explained, "Perhaps you don't know, but although pills that increase cultivation are good, they cause tremendous harm to the meridians. Think about it: a narrow goat path meant for one person walking alone, and suddenly you make three rows of horse carriages travel side by side. Problems will certainly arise. I suppose the signs of Qi Deviation Xiaohu showed just now were because his meridians could not adapt to such enormous internal energy."

"Then wouldn't no one dare take pills that increase cultivation?" Zhang Xiaohua knew Changge's guess was wrong, but he still asked curiously.

"Hehe, that is only because your second brother has just begun practicing internal cultivation. If he had practiced for a long time—like Great Gang Leader Ou