Over these past few years, Qiangu Dongfeng had seized the initiative at every turn in his many contests with the Tang Sect and Shrek. A saying often ran through his mind: dignity-without the feeling of dignity, it was as good as having none.
As the master of the Spirit Pagoda, he would never allow the Qiangu Family's majesty to suffer the slightest damage.
Qiangu Zhangting had not been standing still.
In the past, he had spent his days indulging in pleasures of the flesh. He had coveted Gu Yuena, only to be severely injured by her instead. Spurred by that humiliation, he had painfully resolved to mend his ways.
Two and a half years had passed, and both his cultivation and temperament had made tangible progress. He had already stepped into the ranks of Soul Emperors.
Qiangu Dongfeng had seen all of this, and his opinion of his grandson had long since improved somewhat. Yet, riding high as he now was, he still believed Zhangting fell far short of his expectations.
Inside a cultivation room reserved for the Spirit Pagoda's senior members, Qiangu Dongfeng held his Coiling Dragon Staff without activating his Soul Rings. Relying solely on his foundation in staff techniques, he slowly demonstrated the entire basic sequence of the Unyielding Staff Technique. Jarring strikes, sweeps, and cleaves unfolded in succession, the staff's passage raising low whistles within the sealed room.
Once he finished, his heavy gaze settled on Qiangu Zhangting, and he offered guidance in a deep voice. "The moves are merely a shell. The true backbone of the Unyielding Staff Technique is the will in your bones that refuses ever to bow. You have seen it all. Now, demonstrate the full sequence yourself."
Qiangu Zhangting calmly summoned his Coiling Dragon Staff Martial Soul. His Soul Rings rose