"Boy, hurry up and drive your cultivation art at full power.
Otherwise, don't think three years of my cultivation isn't much.
That depends on how profound the donor's cultivation is. Ku Mutong gave you five years last time, but in sheer potency, that wouldn't even match half a year of mine.
So I could burst you in an instant. Don't blame me if you die." Redbeard's stern warning rang beside his ear.
"Holy shit, it's that fierce?"
Tang Wen jumped in fright. Not daring to let his mind wander again, he drove the Heavenly River Divine Wood Art at full power, guiding, absorbing, refining...
At once, Redbeard's dense true essence was guided toward his dantian.
Tang Wen felt the little sapling in his dantian begin growing wildly, sprouting a third, fourth... fifth... leaf.
The trunk felt three inches long now, and tender little branches began to fork off...
"Boy, everyone's cultivation may be broadly similar, but there are still differences.
If the energies violently reject each other, crashing and fighting inside your dantian, you could explode and die if you fail to control them.
That's why so many elders don't dare open a junior's crown and pour their cultivation into them. The Head-Opening Great Method only has a ten-percent success rate. Understand? Only one in ten succeeds. At best, you get injured; at worst, you lose your life.
So you must be good at seeking common ground while preserving differences. Seize on the similar attributes of our energies, absorb and refine those, and expel the conflicting attributes.
Otherwise, even if they don't erupt immediately, leaving them inside your body plants the root of disaster. Once an opportunity for conflict arises, they'll kill you just the same.
This shortcut may be good, but it also has quite a few aftereffects," Redbeard