The corner of Yang Xun's eye twitched. Just who was Grandpa here, and who was the grandson?
He forcibly restrained the tumult in his heart, suppressing all his insights together, and asked in a low voice:
"Jiang Yi, you mentioned just now that raising a Method Formula's grade requires an offering of spiritual objects. Where did you hear that?"
Jiang Yi had long since prepared his explanation. His gaze was frank as he answered calmly:
"Grandpa, it wasn't recorded in any scripture, nor did it come from any definite source. When I opened my Origin Gate, my brain spirit received its blessing, and amid that outpouring of inspiration, I suddenly sensed something and understood it through the Unseen."
"Besides, it isn't simply offering spiritual objects that raises the grade. Rather, I must transcribe the profound principles I've grasped, burn them together with spiritual objects, and offer them to Heaven..."
"That's it! That's it! Once the art is complete, it must be offered to Heaven before it can receive a spiritual response!"
Yang Xun nodded repeatedly, without the slightest suspicion.
Born into the Yang Clan of Lujiang, he had seen something of the world in his early years alongside Elder Sui of the Inner Peaks. He knew full well that people with heaven-born Dao Wisdom truly existed!
Yet witnessing one with his own eyes still left him shaken beyond words.
His fifty-odd years of painstaking cultivation could not match the other's month or so of effort?
"And I actually stumbled upon him? Heaven has opened its eyes, Heaven has opened its eyes!"
Yang Xun felt almost as though he were dreaming. Ever since his own son Yang Zhi had died, his heart had turned to cold ashes. He had abandoned all aspirations and wanted only to muddle through what remained of