She couldn't help but whisper in Qin Zheng's ear, "I used to complain that none of the three brothers, A Yuan and his brother, were like me and hadn't inherited my excellent cultivation talent. But now I understand. It's not that they didn't inherit it; they saved up all their talent and left it to their little sister!"

Qin Zheng: "???"

Can talent really be accumulated?

Gu Yueming was still happily taking credit for herself: "As expected of my daughter, she's beautiful, good at studying, and even her cultivation is amazing!"

"With this level of skill, she must be at least at the eighth level of ancient martial arts, right? Wow, when I was eighteen, I had already reached the sixth level of ancient martial arts and was hailed as an unparalleled genius of the Gu family. What should we call our daughter?"

What's your name?

Let's call her the daughter of a genius.

Qin Zheng thought to himself.

He glanced at his wife, whose eyes were practically glued to her face with laughter, and decided to continue spoiling her, resisting the urge to dampen her spirits.

However, the anxiety that had been hanging over me ever since I entered the world of ancient martial arts has finally subsided.

Qin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

He couldn't cultivate, but Gu Yueming had mentioned that in the world of ancient martial arts, the sixth level was a huge dividing line, and above that, each level was an insurmountable chasm.

The strongest member of the Gu family is the current third elder of the clan council, who possesses the strength of an eighth-level ancient martial arts master.

If Sheng Sheng is indeed an eighth-level ancient martial arts practitioner, as Gu Yueming said, then at least in terms of martial arts, they no longer need to be wary of the Gu family.

The only thing we need to be wary of is what underhanded tricks they might pull behind our backs.

As Qin Zheng pondered this, he began to observe his surroundings even more carefully.