As for the others, they were all at the Qi Refining Peak or the Initial Stage of Transformation. However, the last to awaken—An Zhifeng, An Zhihuo, An Zhimei, and An Zhiying—their strength surged dramatically to the Mid-level Transformation!
How could this be?! An Yiqing was astonished!
According to the ancient tomes, those who had taken a Condense Spirit Pill would mostly enter the initial stages of ancient martial arts, the Qi Refining Initial Stage. Only those with exceptionally poor talent might not even reach the initial stage.
Why had An Zhifeng and the others’ strength increased so rapidly?
Pfft... Could it be that their talents were just that outstanding?
An Yiqing racked her brain and could only come up with such a ludicrous explanation.
However, upon further thought, An Yiqing gradually unraveled the relationship. The varying degrees of power among these twelve aligned perfectly with the order in which they awoke. Lao Si, An Zhiyun, who opened his eyes first, had the lowest strength, while the last four to wake up had leaped to Mid-level Transformation, matching An Yiqing’s speculation perfectly!
Little did she expect that this fateful encounter would lead her to find twelve individuals with exceptional talents!
"Your strength has improved swiftly, but because it’s artificially induced by medication, it’s not stable. You will need to increase your training intensity and gain more practical experience to fortify it," An Yiqing pretended to rummage through her bag and handed them a few tomes, "These are some Cultivation Techniques that will help consolidate your strength. Choose whichever you think is suitable."
These Cultivation Techniques were all rare copies of the exclusive tomes left behind by Shennong in the Ancient Space, extinct in the outside world and turned into legends. An Zhifeng and the others were not yet aware of the immense value of the Cultivation Techniques they were holding, treating them as precious gifts given by An Yiqing.
After making their selection, the strongest in terms of physical strength—Lao San, An Zhilei, and Lao Qi, An Zhiwu—chose offensive Cultivation Techniques. Lao Si, An Zhiyun, who was relatively weak at the moment, chose a speed-oriented Cultivation Technique under An Yiqing’s recommendation.
As for those with relatively strong overall abilities—Lao Wu, An Zhibing, Lao Liu, An Zhiyu, Lao Ba, An Zhihan, and Shi Yi, An Zhiqing—they chose a set of balanced ancient tomes that integrated both offense and defense.
However, the currently most powerful individuals—An Zhifeng, Lao Er, An Zhihuo, Lao Jiu, An Zhimei, and Lao Shi, An Zhiying—each chose different Cultivation Techniques. An Zhifeng and An Zhihuo, who were both candid yet conscientious and considerate, chose grand and imposing types of Cultivation Techniques. An Zhimei, with her childlike innocence, surprisingly picked an insidious technique focused on sneak attacks. And the aloof and abstinent-looking An Zhiying unexpectedly picked the most brutal and bloodthirsty of all the Cultivation Techniques!
An Yiqing had black lines on her forehead and a twitching mouth as she watched the distant An Zhiying holding the tome named "Blood Slaughter," helplessly putting a hand to her forehead.
All right, the dark, twisted side of Lao Shi, An Zhiying, she had subtly noticed it the first time they met...
After choosing their Cultivation Techniques, An Yiqing further instructed the twelve to find an opportunity to absorb the Jade Spirit in their possession before concluding the conversation.
Upon leaving the meeting room, Tan Yulin rushed over.
"Xiao Qing, are you done with the meeting?" He flashed his pearly white teeth, smiling sunnily, and casually glanced over at An Zhifeng and the others, his handsome face instantly turning to one of shock.
"You, you, you—" Tan Yulin’s eyes widened in disbelief as he looked at the twelve individuals before him, his shocked expression as if he had seen ghosts.
His face turned beet red as he panted heavily and pointed at the twelve, "How did you become Ancient Martial Artists? My god! An Zhifeng, you’re already at Mid-level Transformation! Oh my god! Did you all take Hercules Pills? How did you become Ancient Martial Artists in just a short time!" Tan Yulin tugged at his fiery red hair, dancing around excitedly.