Chapter 26: Three Years, and Three Years More
Jiang Lan originally planned to hide his existence and leave together with them.
But it didn’t seem easy.
Someone was flying directly towards him.
He didn’t need to sense to know who it was.It was his master, Mo Zhengdong.
Sure enough, Mo Zhengdong soon landed in front of him.
“Greetings, Master.” Jiang Lan lowered his head and greeted respectfully without hesitation.
Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan and didn’t ask anything else. He only asked something that he would normally ask.
“The Foundation Establishment stage?”
“Yes, Master. I’ve reached the Foundation Establishment realm.” Jiang Lan didn’t say anything else and merely responded to his master’s expectations.
“I will bring you back.” Mo Zhengdong immediately brought Jiang Lan away from the Third Summit’s mystic realm.They did not meet up with anyone else and he did not ask about what happened either.
As long as his disciple was fine.
The rest was not his responsibility.
His duty was no less than anyone else’s.
Jiang Lan allowed his master to take him away. This was also what he wanted.
When he appeared in front of others, he would always be the center of attention. This was not good for him.
As the only disciple of the Ninth Summit, he could enjoy resources that many people did not have.
Sometimes, this could bring about hate.
Or discomfort.
Most people would only think that a disciple with an average talent did not deserve to have so many resources.
Or that if he was not the only disciple of the Ninth Summit, he would still be at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refinement.
Very few people would think that it was because he could stay in the Ninth Summit while others could not.
His resources were obtained through the risk of mental demons taking advantage of him at any moment.
However, his master treated him very well.
On the way back, Mo Zhengdong asked Jiang Lan, “Since you’re now in the Foundation Establishment realm, what kind of Dharma treasure do you want?”
Mo Zhengdong was very pleased that he had reached Foundation Establishment in just three and a half years.
This was comparable to the other genius disciples.
Of course, the gap between their potential may widen later on.
However, he was still extremely gratified.
“I will take whatever Master gives me,” Jiang Lan said in a low voice.
He actually didn’t know what he wanted.
“You’re making things difficult for me,” Mo Zhengdong said with a smile.
There was no trace of difficulty in his eyes.
It was as if he already knew what was more suitable for him.
Jiang Lan was also looking forward to it.
…
The next day.
Jiang Lan received a black and white egg.
“An egg?”
After all, it was not much bigger than an egg.
“It’s a spirit pet.” Mo Zhengdong smiled.
“This is a variation of the Cloud Tiger spirit egg.
It was said that after it was born, it fell beside a Netherworld treasure.
Under normal circumstances, if an ordinary spirit beast were to come into contact with the Netherworld Aura, it would surely die.
However, this egg unexpectedly survived.
Therefore, it was definitely possible for him to have adapted to the Netherworld Aura.
However, I have tested it many times since it’s regarding the Netherworld.
I only dared to hand it to you when I was sure it was all right.
It shouldn’t be a problem for you since you’re in the Foundation Establishment realm.”
Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan and said calmly, “There are no other disciples in the Ninth Summit. I’ll leave this spirit beast egg to you.”
Jiang Lan accepted the spirit beast egg and lowered his head.
“Thank you, Master.”
Ninth Summit did not have any other disciples. After all, he was still young, and it was inevitable that he would feel lonely.
Besides, the disciples of the Ninth Summit were not welcomed by the disciples of the other peaks.
Therefore, his master prepared this spirit beast egg for him.
A spirit beast egg that could survive in the Ninth Summit.
After accepting the spirit beast egg, Jiang Lan could feel that it would hatch in a few days.
However, he was wrong.
Three years had passed.
The egg beside him showed no signs of hatching.
He wondered if the egg was dead.
However, there were indeed signs of life after checking, and it was very stable.
It was as if it had fallen asleep.
“Forget it, I’ll wait a little longer. Perhaps it’ll hatch in a few years.”
“I’ll continue my seclusion.”
Now, he realized that advancing to the Essence Soul realm was surprisingly difficult.
In three years, he could barely enter the mid-stage of the Golden Core Realm.
It would take him decades to reach Major Perfection.
Wouldn’t ordinary disciples take more than a few hundred years?
At this moment, Jiang Lan could sense how difficult it was to become an immortal.
In the following days, Jiang Lan remained in seclusion. After returning from the Third Summit,
he had stopped caring about what was happening outside.
He had been hiding in the Netherworld Cave all this time, signing in and cultivating.
Three years passed once more.
One day, his master suddenly came looking for him.
“Master?” Jiang Lan was the first to greet Mo Zhengdong as he entered the Netherworld Cave.
“Have you taken the Netherworld Cave as your home?” Mo Zhengdong asked Jiang Lan.
His voice carried a hint of a smile.
Today marked Jiang Lan’s tenth year at the Ninth Summit.
This was something that had never happened before.
In the past, regardless of what kind of disciples, no matter how special they were, they could never stay in the Ninth Summit for more a few years.
He had never seen one who had been here for five years.
Not to mention ten.
Therefore, from only taking in disciples with high potential at the beginning, he had reduced to taking in ordinary disciples.
There was no other reason than the fact that more talented disciples could only stay for a shorter period of time.
If one’s talent was too good, they would have far-reaching ambitions. Therefore, it was easier for them to be invaded by inner demons.
Of course, ordinary disciples were not much stronger either.
Jiang Lan was a real surprise to him.
“I feel like I cultivate faster here, so I can’t bear to leave.” Jiang Lan lowered his head.
He was telling the truth.
Mo Zhengdong remained silent.
The Netherworld aura was something that everyone avoided, yet his disciple was unwilling to leave.
For a moment, he wanted to laugh.
In the end, he held it in.
“Go down the mountain and buy a bottle of good wine.” Mo Zhengdong tossed Jiang Lan a ton of Spirit Stones.
