Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Nine Heavens rear mountain, Tingtao Pavilion.

Li Yujun reclined on a soft couch, hands cradling a cup of lustrous honey water, her favorite beverage for many years.

Sitting across from her was the disciple she relied on most and placed the highest hopes in, Nan Zhuoran.

Li Yujun said, "Those two divine abilities left behind by Ancestor Panwu, you've mastered them both?"

Upon hearing this, Nan Zhuoran respectfully cupped his fists, "Reporting to Master, during this time in the depths of Soul Breaking Forest, I found the 'Spirit Condensing Flower.' With the aid of its effects, I've initially mastered both divine abilities. However, their power still appears crude and requires time to consolidate and carefully refine."

Li Yujun nodded slightly, her face revealing a trace of satisfaction, "Ancestor Panwu's two divine abilities possess supreme power. Combined with the six divine abilities you previously learned, your methods for facing enemies are already sufficient."

Nan Zhuoran said, "This disciple understands."

He knew his master spoke truly. At their level, one additional powerful divine ability might mean one more chance of victory at a critical moment, perhaps even preserving one's life.

Just then, somewhat hurried footsteps sounded. Luo Ziming walked quickly into the small dwelling with a grave expression.