If Shi Liuli could have another chance, she would definitely bring all the magical treasures she could carry with her before leaving home.
She'd cover herself with the Jade Emperor Bell and whip wildly ahead with the Divine Striking Whip, not caring about any swordsmanship or Daoist magic, and beat everything into a mushy pulp in one breath.
"That won't do," the mildly amused Heavenly King said, skillfully manipulating Daoist magic to once again repel the disheveled Shi Liuli, and spoke, "In our time, there was an old saying, 'Qi refinement is the foundation, spells are the means, and magical treasures are external objects.'"
"What you cultivate through your own breathing is what you can truly control. Whereas magical treasures are handy, they don't help your growth in the slightest."
"I know!" Shi Liuli said impatiently.
This was nothing but the same old tune, for Elder Shi Ding had told her this hundreds of times.
Useless.