Chu Xisheng had not studied in Yazi Hall for long before his Yazi True Intent broke through again, reaching the eleventh layer.
Previously, he had deliberately held himself back, avoiding further study of Yazi True Intent.
Now, with just one glance at the Yazi statue inside the hall, his Supreme Communication with the Divine kept erupting, penetrating mysteries and grasping their meaning. In an instant, he comprehended every essential point of the eleventh layer of Yazi True Intent.
His Yazi Phantom Ring could no longer suppress it. Although Chu Xisheng's bloodline had not reverted to Yazi, a hairline crack had already appeared on the ring.
The crack was exceedingly slight, yet it kept widening. To Chu Xisheng's senses, it stood out with glaring clarity.
Chu Xisheng blinked and raised the phantom ring in his hand toward Su Fengdao. "Master, what should I do about this?"
Su Fengdao also frowned deeply. When the sect forged this ring, no one had expected Chu Xisheng to advance so quickly.
Before even reaching the fifth grade, he had cultivated his Yazi Saber Intent to such a level.
The Elder Council had originally thought the ring would last until Chu Xisheng entered the fourth rank.
Her expression soon turned composed. "Don't use the ring around our own people. That should keep it going a while longer. Keep doing whatever you need to do. If we can't hide it, then we won't. Surely we can't stop eating for fear of choking?"
Su Fengdao reckoned that by the time they returned, the set of flying swords the sect was forging for Chu Xisheng would be ready.
He could also take his secret medicine at any time and advance to Lower Fifth Grade.
By then, although his cultivation would not have reached the fourth rank, his fighting strength