The Gentle Sword

At the peak estate, in the center of the living room, there sat a figure whose body gleamed as if sculpted from pure gold, cross-legged and imposing.

His upper body boasted muscles like knots of steel, resembling a Buddhist Arhat of indestructible strength, exuding an awe-inspiring pressure that was truly remarkable.

"It seems your injuries have healed," remarked a figure clad in white as they entered the room.

With a face concealed behind a mask of blue iron, reminiscent of the time at Heaven's Prison, the seated man opened his eyes upon hearing the voice.

"Yes," he replied.

"I am once again able to utilize the Invincible Diamond Technique."

With a firm grasp, Gu Santong clenched his fists, the collision of his two golden arms producing a metallic clang, resolute and unyielding.

"Excellent. How many realms have you reached now?" Zhu Youji inquired.

Upon hearing this, Gu Santong assessed the flow of qi within him and the condensed true essence.

Twelve drops.