Jiang Yi had always been clearheaded and knew how to keep his perspective.
He knew full well that until great potential was realized, it was like a pie painted by those above: it might look delicious, but if you could not get it into your mouth, it did you no good.
Though he possessed the flawless [Sage King] destiny, he was still a "lower cultivator" at the Seventh Level of Qi Refining. Naturally, he had no reason to refuse an assignment from the Sect Master.
"Even if I become a Sect-tier Dao Child tomorrow, I still have to figure out how to get through today."
Jiang Yi put away the sleeve pouch, bowed to Liu Huan with clasped hands, then turned and withdrew.
When he returned to Gao Family Village's ancestral hall, Yang Xun opened his eyes and emerged from secluded meditation.
A small cluster of fiery markings surfaced at his Yintang, roughly as thick as a little finger, gleaming brightly.
As Primordial Essence and vitality filled his Hundred Bones and nourished his flesh, his frost-streaked hair had also turned glossy black. Many of the furrow-like wrinkles on his fierce, long face with its bare brows had smoothed away.
At a glance, he looked like a vigorous man in his early fifties rather than the lifeless old fellow he had been before, with half his body already in the grave.
"Congratulations, Grandpa, on reaching the seventh level."
Jiang Yi stepped through the ancestral hall's entrance, gently set Profound Mystery True Person on the offering table, and said with a smile:
"If you went back to your clan now, you could easily become a patriarch in your own right."
Yang Xun's gaze was still somewhat dazed, as though he had just woken from a long dream. Only after quite a while