Hearing these words, Chu Feng felt a surge of joy in his heart.
Indeed, he had made quite a few enemies as of late. Setting aside the Luyang Pavilion for the moment, just the Four Emperors of the Barrier still residing here on Cloud Crane Mountain had already harbored killing intent toward him.
And with his current strength as a fourth-rank Half-Ancestor, he would have great difficulty protecting himself. Even though Her Majesty possessed overwhelming combat power, she was only capable of slaying a first-rank Martial Ancestor. If she encountered a second-rank Martial Ancestor, it would inevitably be a bitter fight.
However, with those three pills, his cultivation could be elevated from a fourth-rank Half-Ancestor all the way to a Martial Ancestor. The third pill in particular could raise his cultivation to the level of a Martial Ancestor — and that was no trivial matter.
It was truly a qualitative leap.
That was when Chu Feng realized these Immortal Transformation Pills were far from ordinary. Even if the Golden Crane True Immortal had refined them, the process must have consumed a great deal of effort.
"Thank you, Senior." Chu Feng carefully stored the pills away, then asked, "Senior, how long does the effect of this pill last?"
"For half an incense stick's time," the Golden Crane True Immortal said.
"Half an incense stick's time? That should be sufficient if I'm engaged in combat," Chu Feng said.
"It will be. But remember this well — after consuming this pill, although your cultivation will soar dramatically, the power of your Heavenly Bloodline will be sealed. Not only will you be unable to wield the Thunder Armor or the Thunder Wings, but even your extraordinary innate combat strength will be lost."
"For example, if you consume the first Immortal Transformation Pill, you will gain the power of a third-rank Martial Ancestor for half an incense stick's time. You will be able to channel martial power and execute martial techniques."
"But you will only be able to contend with a third-rank Martial Ancestor. Even a fourth-rank Martial Ancestor would be able to kill you with ease."
"Therefore, you must take the appropriate Immortal Transformation Pill depending on your opponent. Never be careless about this," the Golden Crane True Immortal said.
"I appreciate the reminder, Senior. I will keep today's kindness firmly in mind." Chu Feng clasped his fists in gratitude.
"Kindness? I merely hate to see talent go to waste. I would rather not see you killed by those with ill intentions."
"However, even though I appreciate your talent, I will not conceal the fact that you killed Li Rui."
"I will make this known publicly. But before I do, I suggest you confess to the people of Luoxia Valley yourself," the Golden Crane True Immortal said.
Hearing this, Chu Feng's heart clenched, but he still clasped his fists and bowed respectfully, saying, "Senior, if I was the one who did this, then I will take responsibility for it."
"Good." The Golden Crane True Immortal's voice echoed as a barrier formation enveloped Chu Feng. When the light faded, he had already departed from this place.
Once Chu Feng was gone, the figures of the Golden Crane True Immortal and the cloth-robed old monk materialized one after another.
"So it seems you truly don't intend to take him as a disciple?" the cloth-robed old monk asked the Golden Crane True Immortal.
"This boy's talent is truly rare, but I, Golden Crane, am not a fickle person. Since I have already chosen that little brat, I naturally won't choose Chu Feng."
"You speak so highly of Chu Feng — why don't you take him as a disciple?" the Golden Crane True Immortal countered.
"You think I haven't considered it? I think very highly of him. I believe his future accomplishments will surpass those of the one you've set your sights on," the cloth-robed old monk said.
"Are you saying that just to provoke me?"
"Even if Chu Feng performed well today, I still believe his future achievements will not match those of my chosen one," the Golden Crane True Immortal said.
"I won't argue with you over this. You have your eye, and I have mine. There's no point in saying more."
"I only want to tell you — I very much wish to take Chu Feng as a disciple, but the Mystic Art I cultivate... you know perfectly well what it is. There's nothing I can teach him," the cloth-robed old monk said with great helplessness.
"Who says you have to teach him anything? You can simply take him as your disciple and teach him nothing at all — just keep the title."
"That way, you'll have every legitimate reason to protect him."
"Otherwise, a talent like this, relying on himself alone, is far too prone to an early grave."