Yet Qing Chen sneered inwardly.
What beginnings were there in the cultivation world?
Of those who had made it this far, who had not crawled out of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood?
That so-called bullshit original aspiration was often nothing more than a scrap of cloth the weak kept to cover their shame.
Yet Yue Ting did not seem to be putting on an act. Someone who could drive himself to this point for his master might be foolishly straightforward, but he was indeed easier on the eyes than those old schemers who mouthed benevolence and righteousness while stabbing people in the back.
This was also one of the important reasons he had not immediately moved to subdue the man.
He stared at Yue Ting for a long while before speaking. "Go on."
As though he had finally heard the words he had been waiting for, Yue Ting relaxed his shoulders slightly, then braced his hands against the ground and struggled to sit a little straighter.
His gaze fell on the two White Bone Demon Mara Banners, his eyes holding both reluctance and the calm of someone who had smashed his cooking pots and sunk his boats.
"Brother Qing, I actually obtained more than a few incomplete methods in the Reincarnation Dead Sea."
Yue Ting raised his sleeve to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice somewhat hoarse. "I obtained all twelve levels of the Mysterious Yin Corpse-Refining Secret Technique, along with its method for reaching Spirit Transformation."
Qing Chen raised his brows slightly. Well, this fellow really did have some luck.
The complete Twelfth Layer—he himself only had eleven layers, so eleven layers were all he had given his eldest disciple, Lin Changsheng.
Back when he had plundered the many secret