novelhk Chapter 39 Foundation Establishment Seclusion
Chapter 39 Foundation Establishment Seclusion
When Leng Huan received Fu Xun's message, he had just ignited a furnace of materials, creating a deafening "boom" that shook the entire weapon-refining room.
She quickly dodged the debris and tapped the communication talisman. Fu Xun's voice came through: "Brother Huan, congratulations on reaching the Foundation Establishment stage."
"I successfully completed the Foundation Establishment process eight days ago." This means he's ahead of the competition.
She pouted inwardly, feeling unconvinced. With her aptitude, she'd be lucky to even reach the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. She avoided using Foundation Establishment Pills whenever possible, only attempting it when she was absolutely certain. It took her three whole days and nights to finally complete Foundation Establishment the day before yesterday.
Leng Huan looked at the charred mess in the furnace, and the room was filled with blackened, exploded things. Every breath she took smelled of burning. She patted the dust that had accidentally gotten on her clothes.
"Senior brother, are you alright?" Hearing the disciple outside the door ask in a trembling voice, Leng Huan covered his nose, walked over and opened the door, and smiled apologetically: "Hehe... I'm fine, it's just a bit messy, you guys need to clean it up."
After studying so many theoretical texts, Leng Huan went to collect the materials yesterday and prepared to forge something based on his understanding, but unexpectedly it exploded.
Could it be that her water-elemental root is really not good enough? Leng Huan pondered as he walked.
After thinking for a moment, I sent a message to Fu Xun: Congratulations! Keep up the good work and strive for the Golden Core!
At her current cultivation speed, it would probably take her ten years to form her core, and she wouldn't have reached the Foundation Establishment stage until she was eighteen.
Fu Xun received her message and quickly relayed it: "Brother Huan, come to the mountain gate, I'll be waiting for you."
Leng Huan: ?
Why call her to the mountain gate? Seeing that it was noon, Leng Huan turned and headed down the mountain.
It was early spring after a long winter, and the branches of the trees that had grown early were already sprouting green buds. As Leng Huan descended the mountain path, he took a deep breath of fresh air, filled with the scent of sunshine.
Fu Xun was spotted from afar. The young man stood quietly in front of the mountain gate, like a silent statue, oblivious to the glances and scrutiny he received from the disciples passing by.
Leng Huan quietly walked around, then suddenly jumped up and slapped him on the shoulder. Fu Xun reacted quickly and grabbed his wrist. He was slightly surprised, as if he had just realized it was Leng Huan. He loosened his grip and Leng Huan quickly withdrew his hand.
"Is something the matter?" Seeing him looking at her strangely, she asked again, "What's wrong?"
"Haha..." Fu Xun couldn't help but laugh, but quickly shut his mouth under Leng Huan's angry glare. This laugh immediately made his expression more vivid, and his eyes and brows shone.
He made a hand gesture to create a mirror image in front of him, saying, "Brother Huan, look."
Upon closer inspection, I realized there was something... covered in dirt... in the mirror.
Leng Huan then realized that his bangs were burnt and curled up like a sheep along his hairline. His face was blackened, with several finger marks clearly visible. Only his eyes were visible, making him look quite comical.
If she weren't bald, she'd look like Buddha!
Leng Huan: (Manually adding a slang term for a funny face)
grass! ! !
No wonder the disciples who passed by earlier all seemed hesitant to speak.
“Huan…”
"Shut up!"
The air was silent for a moment. Leng Huan was so angry that she turned to the pavilion at the other end of the side path of the mountain road and tried to perform the Cleansing Dust Technique. She tried several times but failed. Her talent was far inferior to Fu Xun's. She had to cultivate with all her might to catch up. She had no time to study these techniques.
Helpless, she had no choice but to cast a spell and pour water all over herself. Her face was clean, but her whole body was soaked. Ugh! She was furious!
"Why did you call me here?" Leng Huan was in a bad mood, glaring at Fu Xun with eyes like knives.
It was still chilly in early spring, and a slight breeze made her shiver.
Fu Xun didn't answer, but instead reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder, circulating his spiritual energy to dry her entire body.
Unexpectedly, calling her down resulted in her getting soaked. Fu Xun felt a little guilty and hesitated for a moment before taking out a hairpin. It was pure white, except for a small, delicate fox with a touch of orange-yellow on the tip.
“Brother Huan, you missed your birthday celebration last month because you were in seclusion, so here’s a belated birthday gift for you.” He added, “This is a magic artifact for calming the mind and focusing the spirit.”
A magical artifact? Leng Huan took the hairpin with suspicion and looked at it for a long time, but couldn't see anything special about it. It really was a magical artifact. She wasn't actually interested in hairpins, but she liked the little fox because it was cute. Haha, she quite liked these cute little animals.
"Oh, thank you?" Casually poking the hairpin in her hair, she looked at Fu Xun: "When is your birthday?"
March 11th.
"Okay, I'll remember that."
She was thinking that she would give him a gift in return later. Leng Huan never thought that she was a woman now. What was the point of a man and a woman giving each other hairpins? She just didn't want to get a gift from him for free.
After a brief chat, the two parted ways, and Leng Huan went back to continue rolling.
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After reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, she had an additional daily task: completing the weapon crafting tasks assigned by her master. Just the combination of materials with various attributes and the countless material encyclopedias were already making her dizzy and overwhelmed. Seeing this, Jiang Ruoyu gave her a divine sense cultivation technique, complaining that her divine sense was too weak and her soul was also weak!
Leng Huan obediently carried a basket full of various cultivation manuals and books, only to be kicked into his secluded cultivation cave by Jiang Ruoyu.
He declared that he was not allowed to leave the pass until he had thoroughly mastered those classic texts!
If Jiang Ruoyu initially had a somewhat laissez-faire attitude towards this disciple he acquired cheaply, he began to take her seriously after she reached the Great Perfection Foundation Establishment stage in just two months. Since his disciple was so hardworking and ambitious, he, as her master, couldn't just let her slack off.
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"Ah, Senior Brother Leng is currently in seclusion. Elder Jiang has ordered that he must..."
So when Fu Xun came to see her two months later, Lin Miaoyan told him that Leng Huan had been in seclusion for several months and also mentioned her mission. Fu Xun thought to himself that this person probably wouldn't come out of seclusion for several years.
He immediately turned around and headed straight for Sword Peak and Sword Cliff, then entered the Sword-Gazing Pool at the bottom of the deep ravine to begin his secluded cultivation.
at the same time.
In the main hall of the Leng family residence in Beijun City, thousands of miles away.
A group of high-ranking officials, dressed in fine robes, were gathered together, discussing something.
The middle-aged Golden Core cultivator, dressed in the Leng family's signature light blue robe with auspicious cloud and snowflake patterns, sat in the main seat. He was the head of the Leng family. He looked at the heads of the Murong and Wen families in the seats, and his brow twitched almost imperceptibly.
"Brother Murong, to be honest, my family's Holy Maiden has indeed gone missing. We have sent people to search for her for a long time without success. It was not intentional... to embarrass your son." The Leng family head seemed a little reluctant to speak, but his voice was very earnest.
As two of the four great families of Beijun, none of them wanted to break off relations; a wedding was not a way to create enmity.
Mu Rongyi was aware of this, but he was still a little unhappy. He frowned and was about to speak when he heard a light sneer.
“Heh, I say you two don’t need to make things difficult for yourselves,” it was actually the Wen family head who interrupted the Murong family head first. He glanced at the group and then his gaze fell on Murong Qin, who was standing next to the Murong family head. “I have a daughter in my family who has been well-behaved since childhood and has good talent. How about we match her with a young talent like Young Master Murong?”
As soon as he said that, the room fell silent; you could hear a pin drop.
Suddenly, the Wen family head continued, "As for the eldest daughter of the Leng family, she must love freedom, so let her be... I was originally planning to find a marriage partner for one of my clan's members, but I didn't expect that the eldest daughter of the Leng family wouldn't be here..." He shook his head helplessly and didn't continue.
Murong family head, Mu Rongyi: "..." You shameless old bastard!
The Leng family head's face darkened instantly, and he said coldly, "The Wen family head should take care of his own family members first. My family affairs are none of your concern!"
After saying that, he turned to Mu Rongyi and softened his tone, "Brother Murong, I will definitely give you an explanation regarding the marriage alliance..."
"Hmm, where exactly did Miss Leng go?" Mu Rongyi stroked his beard, looking somewhat puzzled. How could a weak woman with no spiritual power escape the Leng family's search?
At this moment, Murong Qin, who had been silent until now, spoke up: "Father, I heard that someone who looks like Miss Leng went east to the Baixian Sect." He turned to the Leng family head, cupped his hands in greeting, and asked, "I wonder if the family head has sent anyone to check in the east?"
Murong Qin and his father exchanged a glance. In his position, he was bound to have a marriage alliance no matter what. So why not choose the largest family in Beijun City? The Leng family was powerful, and Leng Huanxue was also quite attractive, a pretty face with good talent. As for the Wen family, they were the weakest of the major families, and he didn't even look at them.
The head of the Leng family, Leng Zhaohe, glanced at Murong Qin upon hearing this, paused for a moment, and then said, "I was just about to..."
"Master, there is an important matter to report!" Just then, an announcement rang out from outside the door. Leng Zhaohe showed no displeasure at being interrupted, but instead called out, "Come in quickly!"
A man who looked like a steward walked into the hall, his eyes fixed straight ahead, his body slightly hunched, and he quickly walked to Leng Zhaohe's side, whispering in his ear: "Master, the eldest young lady has indeed gone to the Misty Immortal Sect."
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