Looking at the group of youths before him, Yan Zhaoge did not continue speaking.
For some things, going too far was as bad as not going far enough. Letting them know more would instead dampen their enthusiasm and confidence.
Upon reaching the martial scholar realm, apart from the mid inner aura stage and the early outer aura stage, Ying Longtu's advantage in terms of the qi and blood of his fleshly body was still very obvious, but it was no longer as heaven-defying.
After becoming a Martial Scholar, the advantage of Ying Longtu's physical body in terms of Qi and blood was mainly reflected in actual combat. His daily cultivation speed was no longer as frightening.
However, the Heavenly Dipper Body, in addition to the dragon and elephant blood, also had the advantage of being quick-witted and sensitive.
Outer aura Martial Scholar was an important juncture in breaking through to the Xiantian Martial Scholar realm. Cultivating one's astral energy into spirituality, and comprehending the heavens and earth was much easier for Long Tu than for ordinary people.
At the same time, this advantage would have a profound effect on his future cultivation, including when he reached higher realms.
Yan Zhaoge himself, through various fortuitous encounters and methods, unceasingly improved and strengthened his physique.
As for Shi Tie, who had cultivated the Diamond Body to the extreme, his body was like a glazed diamond. His physical body's defensive power far surpassed that of ordinary martial artists.
There were quite a few similar situations, but they were all acquired, unlike Ying Longtu, who relied on his natural talent.
Looking at them, Yan Zhaoge said, "Good talent means that your starting point is high, but it cannot determine your final accomplishments. At the end of the day, you still have to rely on yourself."
"Lontu's thoughts are simple. He's focused on learning and training diligently. He doesn't need anyone else to worry about him."
"Everyone, on the other hand, must remain calm in such a situation." Yan Zhaoge said mildly, "Don't be afraid of others being more talented than you. Only be afraid of those more talented than you working harder than you."
"Our starting point is already behind. If we don't put in more effort in the process of catching up, how can we catch up to those who are ahead?"
Yan Zhaoge lightly clapped his hands, "Then we can only hope for the one in the lead to fall by themselves. This sort of thing that completely depends on luck, do you think it's reliable?"
The younger generation disciples all grew vigilant, solemnly accepting his teachings, "Thank you for your pointers, senior apprentice-brother Yan. We will cultivate diligently. "
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, swivelling his head to glance at Feng Yunsheng.
As far as he knew, this was the model of a pursuer.
Cultivation maniacs like Shi Tie and Fu Enshu were full of praise for it.
Her talent had always been top-notch. Under his hard work, his cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds. Even though it wasn't as eye-catching as Ying Longtu's, it still caused everyone to sigh in admiration.
Feng Yunsheng's expression was the same as usual as she smiled at the group of young disciples. Still, as she and Yan Zhaoge exchanged glances, they both sighed silently.
While Yan Zhaoge's encouragement was not wrong, it would still be extremely difficult for the other youths to catch up to Ying Longtu.
In this flourishing world of martial arts, a powerful individual's advantage was often not something that could be made up for with numbers.
It was not just Broad Creed Mountain, the Sacred Sun Clan and the other powers of the six great Sacred Grounds. Any power, whether first-rate, second-rate or even lower, would do their utmost to groom their most outstanding descendants.
The last resource. It was unavoidable that priority was given to the minority.
Therefore, it was very easy to create a situation where the strong grew stronger.
Yan Zhaoge knew even more information than Feng Yunsheng did.
For example, as far as Yan Zhaoge knew, Broad Creed Mountain's Qilin Spring Baptism originally had three times remaining. After Yan Zhaoge and Feng Yunsheng had been baptised, there was currently only one left.
There was at least an eighty percent chance that the Qilin Spring Baptism would fall on Ying Longtu.
The pitiful Lu Wen who had always been thinking about the Qilin Spring Baptism and was similarly of Broad Creed Mountain's direct lineage was pitiful. His hopes were about to be completely dashed.
Was this fair to Lu Wen? If he was stronger than Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng and Ying Longtu, it would definitely be unfair.
However, if he really displayed greater potential and ability than the three of them, other than Feng Yunsheng's unique situation, Lu Wen would most likely be able to squeeze out either Yan Zhaoge or Ying Longtu's chance.
As Fang Zhun's direct disciple. For such an important reward of the clan, even facing Yan Di's only son, Yan Zhaoge, Lu Wen would also be able to compete for it.
Sadly, even not taking into account Feng Yunsheng's unique status as a Maiden of Extreme Yin, facing the three of them, Lu Wen also did not possess any advantage at all. Instead, he was at a disadvantage.
Yan Zhaoge and Ying Longtu having popped up one after another, this consecutive blow to the others who were aiming for the Qilin Spring Baptism was too fierce.
However, to Lu Wen, even without Ying Longtu, he still had to face Sikong Qing's competition.
After stepping into the Martial Scholar realm, Sikong Qing's rate of improvement had been too shocking, her limelight and potential also vaguely overshadowing Lu Wen's.
If not for Ying Longtu's sudden appearance, in this final Qilin Spring Baptism, Sikong Qing's chances might even be greater than Lu Wen's.
It was just that Sikong Qing didn't seem to care much about this.
Thinking about it sometimes, Yan Zhaoge also felt a little uncomfortable.
While he had been defeated by Yan Zhaoge, it could not be said that Lu Wen had not worked hard in his cultivation, and his talent could not be said to not be outstanding.
It was a pity that the new waves of the river surpassed the old, each more intense than the previous, causing Lu Wen to become a large tea table filled with cups.
Everyone was outstanding, far surpassing the average person. However, resources and opportunities were still limited at the end of the day. Therefore, they could only choose even more outstanding people from amongst the outstanding.
For the clan's long term plans, the environment for the grooming of the younger generation had to be fair and just, but it definitely could not be done evenly.
Good steel was used on the blade's edge; no matter which clan it was, the principle was the same.
"Sailing against the current, not advancing or falling back ah," Yan Zhaoge shook his head slightly, taking his leave of Feng Yunsheng, Ying Longtu and the others, heading to a higher level.
Currently, Yan Zhaoge was already able to enter and leave the third level of the Martial Repository as he pleased.
Ever since the founding of Broad Creed Mountain, there had only been the exalted Heaven Shaker Zhan Dongge and Yan Zhaoge's father Yan Di who had obtained this privilege in the Martial Scholar realm.
This was the greatest affirmation of a junior disciple's martial talent and ability, representing the clan's trust and expectations.
From a certain perspective, not mentioning anything else, just this privilege alone had already set Yan Zhaoge apart from the other core, direct disciples of the same generation.
What was worth mentioning was that as compared to her indifference towards the Qilin Spring Baptism, Sikong Qing was instead extremely envious of this reward that Yan Zhaoge had obtained.
The girl, who had always been cold, showed a rare expression of envy.
To Yan Zhaoge, he could slowly tour the third level and beyond. What drew his attention now was the fourth level of the Martial Repository.
Yan Zhaoge sucked in a deep breath, ascending the stairs.
From the third to the fourth level, Yan Zhaoge could clearly feel that he had passed through some sort of barrier.
On the fourth level of the Martial Repository, there was an independent protective formation.
And the one in charge of this formation was the old man before Yan Zhaoge, directly lying sideways on the floor, pretending to sleep.
He was also the First Seat Elder of Broad Creed Mountain's Martial Repository.
He had already heard from Yuan Zhengfeng earlier that Yan Zhaoge had obtained special permission. If it were anyone else swaggering up the building like this, he would have long since beaten them out.
After Yan Zhaoge's feet had both landed on the fourth level of the Martial Repository, the old man opened his eyes, looking calmly at Yan Zhaoge.
Yan Zhaoge smiled slightly, greeting him, "Senior apprentice-granduncle."
Perhaps other disciples of the younger generation might not know, but Yan Zhaoge was clear on how extraordinary the old man before him was.
That year, it was precisely this old man who had competed with his Grand Master Yuan Zhengfeng for the position of Clan Chief of that generation. (To be continued.)
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