"Well? You never thought I'd get a step ahead of you and touch the threshold of the seventh level of Qi Refining, did you, Yi?"
Yang Xun sat squarely in a grand armchair, brimming with vigor.
As his cultivation advanced, his white hair had gradually begun turning black again. The mingled strands made him look rejuvenated, like a man barely past fifty.
"Congratulations, Grandpa! Your cultivation has reached fruition, and you're about to take another step forward."
Jiang Yi suppressed his doubts and spoke.
He had a supply of Essence-Nourishing Pills, and he relied on the Bing Fire Qi spilling out of the demonic cave to let his nascent Dao Embryo constantly devour, refine, and absorb it. Only then had his cultivation grown at a visible pace.
Grandpa had stagnated for years. There was no reason a single eighth-rank Qi Refining Method Formula should let him advance by leaps and bounds.
Thoughts turned in Jiang Yi's mind, but his expression remained unchanged as he probed indirectly:
"Have you gained some new insight into the Fire-Control Art, Grandpa?"
Stroking his beard, Yang Xun said:
"No, nothing like that. I've just been visiting Fate-Watching Peak often lately. Elder Sui was injured by the changes in the celestial phenomena and has been bedridden, unable to get up, so I often keep him company and chat with him. When I coax him into a good mood, he bestows quite a few spiritual treasures on me."
It sounded a little like a young caregiver swindling an old man out of his pension.
Jiang Yi grumbled inwardly, then considered it carefully. The more he thought, the more suspicious it seemed.
From Grandpa's past descriptions, Sui Liushu was by no means kindhearted. He had always favored wielding kindness and severity together, pondering ways to control his subordinates