In the night sky.
Jiang Man stood upon his flying sword.
The light of the beam fell upon him, lending him an air of mystery.
Especially after he defeated a Golden Core Completion cultivator with one punch, everyone looked at him with even greater shock.
The monk knitted his brows tightly.
Bell was even more incredulous. "Wasn't he at Golden Core Late Stage when he obtained his spot? And his resources were cut off. How could he still advance so quickly?"
"Clearly, his resources weren't completely cut off. A single Peak Master couldn't block his resources," Monk Zhenkong said softly. "Senior Brother Ye was right. He has backing too, or where would he get the courage to turn down a Peak Master?
"And not only does he cultivate quickly, his strength is also exceptionally formidable."
As they understood it.
There were actually quite a few people who cultivated quickly.
But they had actually given up many spell arts and many upper grade methods.
Their goal was simple: to leave Golden Core behind as quickly as possible and enter Primordial Spirit.
Because their foundation was sufficient, they could continue refining it afterward.
But there were benefits and drawbacks.
Cultivating quickly meant being weak.
The slightest misstep could leave them unable to secure a qualification to advance.
Then they would still be stuck.
Whether it was Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, or giving birth to a Primordial Spirit.
In theory, they all had to compete for advancement spots.
So far, they had never seen anyone in a sect skip this step.
They had only heard of such exceptions at the Immortal Gate Grand Competition.
Some had successfully advanced here.
But over several hundred years, they could be counted on one hand.
In any case, advancing quickly meant sacrificing some combat strength.
Yet Jiang