“Is that how you think about yourself?” Li Qiye smiled at the self-deprecating response.

Liu Fuyou fell into silence. He was definitely not stupid, definitely an exceptional one among the first-generation disciples in his sect. However, his cultivation suddenly stopped improving. He tried for a long time before giving up and returning to his birthplace.

“I see that you’re cultivating four different laws, correct?” Li Qiye glanced at him and said.

“You’re right, Young Master.” Fuyou became startled and answered: “I cultivate two merit laws from my school and two different mental mantras. The merit laws are Eight-armed Devil Ape and Celestial Seal. The two mantras are South Fence and Mad Fiery Bull.”

He wondered how Li Qiye knew that he was cultivating...