Chang Ping'an snorted and nodded slightly. "Hmph, exactly. As for that Lin Changsheng, he's nothing but a fool.
"He spends every day scrambling about Magnetic Origin Mountain, working himself like a dog, yet his cultivation crawls along like a snail, nowhere near as fast as mine."
He glanced sidelong at the girl in his arms. Seeing her face full of admiration, he could not help secretly reveling in it.
Chang Yao tugged gently at his sleeve and said in a sweet, soft voice, "Dear brother, I want to go to Magnetic Origin Mountain to improve my cultivation too."
Chang Ping'an frowned and hastily said, "Nonsense. That place is far too dangerous for you.
"Primordial Magnetic Origin Mountain is covered in formidable restrictions, whether at its foot, its summit, or the outskirts of its mountain range!
"Restrictive formations appear one after another, reducing a cultivator's divine sense range to less than a hundredth of its usual reach. Spiritual energy is tangled like hemp, magnetic storms erupt frequently, and demon beasts run rampant. The slightest carelessness could cost you your life.
"Better to wait until I've cultivated to the Golden Core Realm inside, or even beyond it. Then I'll find you some treasures, enough to benefit you endlessly and greatly improve your cultivation."
Chang Yao tilted her head and asked, her face full of confusion, "Why?"
No sooner had she spoken than she felt something strange inside her body;
It was some of the gu planted by Qing Chen using the Mysterious Yin Corpse-Refining Secret Technique, which had been subtly acting up all along, making her delicate body tremble involuntarily.
For some reason, Chang Ping'an's heart suddenly eased, as though a thousand-pound burden had been lifted. With an air of mystery, he said:
"Hehe, there's no harm in telling you. As an