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“Master just transmitted a secret art to me. I just came back from her place. What is it?” Tang Wan-er replied, confused.

She glanced at Long Chen and Yue Zifeng’s startled expressions and instinctively touched her face, as if trying to discern what had changed.

“A secret art?” Long Chen’s voice held a trace of surprise as a thought flickered through his mind.

“What is it?” asked Tang Wan-er.

“Nothing. You’re just particularly beautiful today. Your holy light almost blinded us,” Long Chen teased with a grin.

“Stop spouting nonsense. What were you really looking at just now?” Tang Wan-er demanded, narrowing her eyes.

“Cough, you two chat. I\'ll exchange blows with the Silver Hair Void Crusher,” said Yue Zifeng, directly taking his leave.

“Speak. What did you notice?” Tang Wan-er’s tone turned serious, as she sensed that Long Chen was holding something back.

“Hmm, what kind of secret art did your master teach you?” asked Long Chen, evading her question.

“It’s called the Wind God Incantation. But she only taught me the technique, not how to use it. I’ve managed to condense a divine rune, but I have no idea how to activate it. She made me leave before explaining anything further,” Tang Wan-er said with a hint of irritation.

Her master had been more mysterious than usual lately, often withholding explanations. This change left Tang Wan’er feeling unsettled and inadequate.

“If she didn’t tell you, it’s because she couldn’t,” Long Chen said. “Some things can only be comprehended through personal insight, not taught.”

“But I don’t understand anything!” Tang Wan-er cried out, feeling herself to be too stupid.

She could tell that Long Chen knew something, but just like Feng Xinyue, he was acting mysterious.

Long Chen smiled warmly. “Wan-er, the Dragonblood Legion has seven thousand warriors. Every one of them is a powerhouse in their own right. But have you ever seen me personally teach them things?”

Tang Wan-er hesitated. “Hmm… I don’t think so?”

“At most, I give them warnings or guidance, maybe some opportunities. But for the rest, they figure it out for themselves. Why don’t I teach them? Because once I do, I’ll limit their future paths. Their potential will be capped. Each person in the Dragonblood Legion is on a unique journey. Even Li Qi and Song Mingyuan, our two powerful earth element cultivators, have different paths. The healers are all wood element cultivators, and their styles are completely different. Why? Why do I never interfere with their cultivation? Not because I don’t want to, but because I can’t. If I show them one way, that’s all they’ll learn. But if they discover it themselves, through it, they will be able to infer one to ten. They will have limitless room to imagine and grow.

“Your master follows the same principle. She’s not neglecting you—she’s giving you room to grow,” Long Chen comforted.

“But I feel so stupid. What am I supposed to do?” asked Tang Wan-er, feeling like she might cry.

She didn’t think she could live up to her master and Long Chen’s expectations.

Long Chen rubbed her head affectionately. “Silly girl, comprehension isn’t just about effort. It’s about timing, insight, and opportunity. Even if you wrack your brain, some things just won’t make sense until the right moment. When the time comes, you’ll naturally understand.”

“Are you sure? You’re not just saying this to comfort me, right?” asked Tang Wan-er suspiciously.

Long Chen chuckled. “Alright, let’s speak frankly. Even if you were as dumb as a pig, do you think your master wouldn’t know? Do you think she’d set you up to fail?”

“Hm, you’re right. Wait… who are you calling as dumb as a pig?!” Tang Wan-er’s irritation flared, and she lunged to pinch Long Chen, who dodged nimbly.

Her mood lightened considerably. Long Chen’s words made her realize that Feng Xinyue wouldn’t lead her astray. She just needed to trust the process.

After arriving in the Wind God Sea Pavilion, she only ended up in trouble because she decided that she had grown up and could share the burden with her master.

Thinking about it, she was truly worrying over nothing. Her master had long since paved the road for her. There was no need for her to worry about it.

Tang Wan-er smiled. “Having a master is really nice. So, Long Chen, what should I do now?”

“Do whatever you want. Sleep if you’re tired. Play if you feel like it,” Long Chen replied nonchalantly.

Having a master like Feng Xinyue was undoubtedly a blessing. The experts gathered here were the Wind God’s most devoted followers, inheriting its divine radiance and faith energy. Long Chen couldn’t help but notice the transformation in Tang Wan-er’s aura as their power grew—it was impossible to miss.

Clearly, that secret art that Feng Xinyue had just taught Tang Wan-er allowed her to channel a portion of the Wind God’s faith energy, empowering her in ways that seemed almost unfair.

This was precisely why Feng Xinyue had instructed Long Chen to help these experts grow stronger. Raising them also amplified Tang Wan-er’s strength.

Long Chen couldn’t help but compare Tang Wan-er’s effortless advancement to Wilde’s. He had always been envious of Wilde’s simple path—just eating to grow stronger. But Tang Wan-er’s situation was even more enviable. She didn’t even need to lift a finger; others could cultivate for her. If she were a man, he might die of envy.

No wonder god cultivators look down on immortal cultivators. They really have a natural advantage. Most of the hatred immortal cultivators feel toward god cultivators probably boils down to envy, Long Chen thought.

Faith energy was a cheat-like resource. Whoever it concentrated on could ascend to godhood, even if they were a pig.

A legacy built on trillions of years of devotion created a reservoir of power that immortal cultivators couldn’t hope to match. Unlike god cultivators, immortal cultivators had to rely on themselves, with even the most profound inheritances serving only as stepping stones. Their progress depended solely on their hard work and comprehension.

As Long Chen observed Tang Wan-er’s relaxed expression, a wry smile crossed his face. His journey had been a grueling climb, step by painstaking step. Yet now, it seemed she might surpass him effortlessly.

“Fuck, I’ll kill them!” A furious roar suddenly shattered his thoughts.

One of the heavenly geniuses had entered the Seven Treasure Space repeatedly, only to be slaughtered each time without seeing his opponent. Fueled by rage, he charged back in again.

“I refuse to believe this!” Another heavenly genius followed suit, unable to accept his defeat.

Through constant combat, these sealed heavenly geniuses were evolving, though they remained oblivious to their rapid transformation.

Feng Xinyue’s earlier words echoed in Long Chen’s mind. These individuals were extraordinary, and under the relentless pressure of the Seven Treasure Space, they were being forged into unparalleled warriors.

Are all these people destined to serve Wan-er?

Long Chen’s heart trembled as the thought struck him. If that were true, it meant that this plan had been set in motion countless eons ago.

Three days later, the Seven Treasure Colored Glass Tree began to dim. Reluctantly, Long Chen withdrew it, allowing everyone to rest. After a full day of rest, the tree’s radiance was restored, and Long Chen summoned it once more.

This time, there was no need for Long Chen to say anything. Like maniacs, these experts charged in, continuing to temper themselves.

Half a month later, a thunderous sound ripped through the air, abruptly halting their cultivation.