novelhk Chapter 161 I've succeeded as your master!
Chapter 161 I've succeeded as your master!
Human nature is unpredictable, and Song Kaiyang did not publicly acknowledge his master-disciple relationship with Fu Xun.
They simply used the fact that the two of them were from the same hometown of Dongming as a basis to spread the secret of the time difference among the cultivators who might become allies.
—This caused a huge uproar.
In fact, almost all the cultivators who entered before Song Kaiyang perished, because being trapped for two thousand years was an extremely agonizing period.
Nascent Soul cultivators don't live to see this day, and those who had reached the Divine Transformation stage before that were unwilling to be trapped and became nourishment for the great formation. Others degenerated into Golden Core cultivators and turned into bones over the long years.
Those who survived were mostly unlucky cultivators who entered the secret realm in the previous round, numbering around a hundred.
So Fu Xun didn't see a single living person for several months after he left.
Ten days later, most of the cultivators in the center had been won over, including the radicals. As for the madmen, the group decided to assess the situation and deal with them first if necessary.
Fu Xun met the trio of slackers he had encountered years ago on the third day after recognizing Song Kaiyang.
It turned out they had returned to the center and kindly advised Fu Xun to be careful of the madman.
But he already knew about these things, and Fu Xun persuaded them to join the Breaking Formation Alliance.
Cultivators can unite, but breaking the formation is not so easy.
"Although everyone is eager to go out again, the best time to break the formation has not yet been calculated."
The group gathered in the shadow of the huge rock, with Song Kaiyang sitting cross-legged in the middle. Perhaps because he had a disciple, he finally decided to take care of his appearance, shaving off his beard to reveal a more mature and resolute face, which bore some resemblance to the portrait.
He paused for a moment and continued, "After so many years of testing, we've pretty much figured out the types of backlashes the formation has to offer, but it's hard to say which one will be the most suitable..."
Fu Xun looked around. He was sitting opposite his master. To Song Kaiyang's left was the handsome cultivator, and to his right was an ordinary-looking cultivator. The rest were all old cultivators who looked like beggars, but whose spirits had improved significantly.
Next to him was the newly arrived Nascent Soul cultivator, along with three other Nascent Soul cultivators. Intentionally or unintentionally, this group of newcomers formed a natural team.
At this moment, the handsome cultivator, with a beautiful face, spoke indifferently: "I am Wen Changge, the young master of the Lintian Pill Pavilion in the Western Nether Continent. I have pills that can temporarily boost cultivation; using them will allow one to advance by one major realm!"
However, this pill has a slight side effect: after unleashing its power, it can easily damage the meridians. Interested fellow cultivators can take this pill to aid in breaking the formation.
Wow! A major breakthrough!?
When it comes to a life-or-death situation, a desperate battle, this elixir is a real treasure!
Everyone had different thoughts, and their eyes all turned to Wen Changge. They all thought in unison that this person was actually someone with a great background who had been quiet all this time!
Fu Xun pursed his lips. He didn't know who Wen Changge was, but he had heard of Lintian Pill Pavilion. It was a unique pill sect in the Western Nether Continent, and it was one of the few in the continents!
He thought to himself, "Since Wen Changge is the young master, he must be at least a seventh-grade alchemist!"
Putting aside his own Nascent Soul cultivation, being a seventh-grade alchemist alone is enough to make him a grandmaster-level figure in the art of alchemy!
A chosen one of heaven! That was the conclusion in everyone's mind.
After a few moments of contemplation, an old Golden Core cultivator suddenly asked, "Is what you say true, Fellow Daoist? This pill, with its effects, must be at least a seventh-grade spiritual pill, right?"
Wen Changge raised an eyebrow: "Of course it's true. This pill is from my own hand, and it's called... the Mighty Vajra Pill."
A slight smile played on his lips: "With your cultivation level, one pill will guarantee you reach the late Nascent Soul stage."
The Golden Core cultivator was somewhat tempted.
Fu Xun suddenly felt that Wen Changge's smile was somewhat malicious.
The ordinary-looking cultivator was a master of formations. He had traveled with Song and Wen for hundreds of years and knew their temperaments. He coughed lightly at the right moment: "Ahem, according to a rough count, we already have two Nascent Soul cultivators, twenty-one Core Formation cultivators, and nineteen Golden Core cultivators. Adding the Vajra Pill cultivators, we have enough manpower. However..."
Another Nascent Soul cultivator asked, "But what? How should this person be addressed?"
At this time, the Nascent Soul cultivators who were still alive were basically those who had retired from the Divine Transformation stage; they were all roughly of similar age.
"My surname is Wu." The plain-looking cultivator surnamed Wu continued, "Fellow Daoist, you may not know this, but this great formation has a weak period every year or so, and it only lasts for one night. When attacked, it will not suffer a backlash."
"Now everything is ready, and we're just waiting for the best opportunity in a year or two!"
A year and a half?
We still have to wait.
Fu Xun was a little disappointed, but compared to ten years or even a thousand years, this was already a very good result.
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Standing under the rocks, gazing at the setting sun, it will soon be dark; another day is about to pass.
"Based on the timeline, the period without backlash coincides with the full moon over the Snow Sea. Could this place be related to the Snow Sea?"
"Is Xiaoyundu already one year old?"
As he thought, he changed his sword stance, using one hand and two hands, moving with his mind and will, the transitions flowing smoothly like clouds and water.
He simply practiced the sword technique without using any spiritual power, and with "All gone," he wielded the sword light like a net.
A tiny speck of dust rose up, was neatly sliced in half by the sword's edge, and without any other damage, gently fell and merged into the sea of sand.
Fu Xun sheathed his sword, his mind filled with Leng Huan's voice and smile. Several years had passed since they parted, and he missed him terribly.
A moment later, footsteps sounded beside him. Fu Xun turned around and saw his master.
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Xuehai Cave Mansion.
On the low stone table was a platter of spirit fruits, with a wooden candle inserted in it. Leng Huan cast a fire spell, and the wooden candle ignited with a "whoosh".
Happy first birthday, son.
Sitting opposite was Xiao Yundu. The mother and son stared at each other for a long time. Leng Huan sighed and touched his head. His hair had grown a lot. Leng Huan gave him a haphazard watermelon head cut, mainly to cover his eyes, but it wasn't long enough to tie up.
Yun Du is very quiet and does everything silently. She only starts to babble when someone asks her for something. She usually plays by herself without making a sound, but... she can also cause trouble without making a sound!
Now it stares curiously at the fire, its little paws itching to pounce.
"If you grab me and get burned, don't blame me."
Leng Huan got up and sat down with him: "I'll make you longevity noodles when we go out. Right now, we only have spirit fruits."
The wooden candles burned, and this sacred wood had a faint fragrance.
Yun Du made a sound, and Leng Huan helped him blow out the candle. Then, he insisted on having this thin wooden candle and wasn't interested in the spirit fruit at the moment.
Leng Huan took a breath and let it go; it wasn't the first time he'd cleaned up a mess.
When Leng Huan was distracted for a moment, he heard a "clanging" sound, looked down and saw that the fruit plate had been overturned, and the child was using a wooden candle as a spiked club, banging it on the plate.
Oh! I really want my husband to come back right now—to take care of the baby.
Ahhhhh!
This kid's sabotage always drives people crazy.
Putting Fu Xun out of his mind, Leng Huan simply picked up the child and put him on the mat, then gave him some toys to play with.
The temperature dropped again, and Leng Huan added a warm sun array at the cave entrance. Is it almost full moon again?
As the moon approached its fullest, the temperature in the entire snow-covered area plummeted, and the children were already wearing thick cotton-padded coats.
“Baby, look, Mommy will make flowers for you.”
In some ordinary towns, this is how mothers are addressed; it's very colloquial, and Leng Huan also prefers this down-to-earth way of addressing them.
Seeing the ice lotus that suddenly appeared, Yun Du curiously touched it. As soon as his chubby little hand touched it, he suddenly felt the coldness and immediately pulled it back in fright. Then he looked on in surprise as the lotus turned into falling snowflakes when it was touched.
"Mommy, oh Mommy..."
Hearing the child's babbling voice, Leng Huan was taken aback.
Hearing him pronounce it like that for the first time, Leng Huan happily taught him to say, "Baby, it's 'Mom,' 'Mama'..."
Little Yundu made a babyish, indistinct sound: "Mama, mama mama..."
Leng Huan laughed, "You little rascal, you're usually so quiet, I thought you were mute."
It seems that he's just a little slow in speaking. He's only one year old, so there's no rush for him to start talking. We'll wait for him to grow up.
Maybe he'll grow up to be a chatterbox?
Fu Xun, you absolutely mustn't miss out on his growth...
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In the desert, the raging flames finally subsided.
Fu Xun turned to look at the person who had come in. It was Song Kaiyang. He quickly bowed and said, "Master."
"What a fine sword!" Song Kaiyang exclaimed, looking at his disciple with great pride. Such a young Nascent Soul cultivator was truly the number one among the new generation on the entire continent.
That other Nascent Soul cultivator was already over three thousand years old. Compared to Fu Xun, he was like heaven and earth.
"Is your swordsmanship something you learned at the Sword Pool of Sword Inquiry Peak?"
Fu Xun paused for a moment, then nodded and said, "Yes."
Actually, no. Even if the Sword Pool Cave contained the sword intent left by Song Kaiyang and the previous peak masters, Fu Xun could not have achieved such accomplishments in such a short time.
This is... something learned by the divine consciousness in a once chaotic dream, now honed to perfection, and easily obtained by Fu Xun.
But I can't say.
Song Kaiyang replied, "The sword intent I left behind back then was rather crude."
He stretched out his hand and said, "Come, let this incompetent master of yours spar with you." As soon as he finished speaking, the long sword on his back flew out.
A cold glint appeared as it was drawn from its sheath—a broadsword! The blade rippled like water, its light shimmering yet elusive, its quality extraordinary.
It has no extra decorations, and is not even as good as "All gone". At least "All gone" has a gem.
The sword blade faintly displays the two characters in seal script: Pinglan.
Fu Xun agreed.
They simply practiced swordsmanship.
The sword light was swift and fleeting, making the human figure almost invisible.
After a stick of incense.
Song Kaiyang was stunned and became withdrawn.
The master and apprentice continued to practice together in this way for a year.
Song Kaiyang had figured it out and understood.
Kendo has reached a new level.
"Hahahaha, I've succeeded! I'm going to venture into the Western Nether Continent..."
Fu Xun: "..."
He only wanted to go out and find a Taoist partner and a son.
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