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In the Little Secret Realm filled with blooming peach blossoms, Shen Shi walked respectfully beside Mi Chong Laozu. Noticing that the bowl of wine was empty, he poured more peach blossom wine into the cracked bowl.
"What do you think of that kid?" the Ancestor asked.
As Shen Shi continued pouring, he couldn't help but smile, oblivious to the wine spilling over the edges of the bowl.
"Hmph."
With a cold snort from Mi Chong Laozu, Mi Chong finally noticed the spilled wine and hurriedly lifted the wine jar, not daring to look at Mi Chong Laozu again.
Even though Shen Shi, as a Combined Cultivator, had enough experience and age to be called Ancestor, Mi Chong walking beside him was a Mahayana Practitioner. Moreover, he was one of the few Old Cultivators who survived the Battle of Good and Evil, making him quite formidable.
"I say that guy named Jiang Ping doesn’t seem like much. Those few times he kicked in the Grand Arena caught my attention. That move, Overlord Sword, contains a Sword Intent that is strikingly similar to the Heavenly Sword Intent of Cheng Dao Sect. It’s unlikely that an ordinary person could execute it. If those two moves were combined, if Pei Shigui were there, he might have fallen right then and there. The rumors about the Heaven and Earth Rankings might need to be revised; even if Pei Shigui is fine, Jiang Ping should have a place among the younger generation."
"You're too kind," Bu Luo said. "Hearing you say that makes it sound like he's an exceptional talent."
Shen Shi hadn’t finished his sentence when Mi Chong Laozu interrupted him with a sharp reprimand.
"What are you saying? That guy is no ordinary person. They can’t see it, but his Mahayana Practitioner status is evident. That face of his probably hides a rare Magic Mask that even I can’t see through. It must be at least a top-tier magical artifact. Just think about how many years it has been since a top-tier magical artifact has appeared in the World of Dust."
Having spoken halfway, Mi Chong Laozu drank a large bowl of wine and shifted to a reclining position, turning his back on Shen Shi without caring what he thought at that moment.
Moreover, that guy knows how to conceal his abilities. Every time I healed him, he used nothing less than Little Five Annihilation—the most advanced Spell available in the World of Mortals. He certainly isn’t an ordinary person. There’s something familiar about that sword he wields; I just can’t put my finger on it. I feel like I shouldn’t have seen him wielding it like that. Ah, getting old really affects one’s memory.
What does the Ancestor think should be done?
Shen Shi had always held a favorable view of that guy named Jiang Ping. Although he felt that the man never spoke a single truthful word, he still believed that he couldn't be all bad. At the very least, he shouldn't be someone utterly wicked. Moreover, Shen Shi had privately investigated the young man he was interested in. While he didn't know much about his background, the fact that he saved the Herb Gathering Boy when he first entered the city suggested that he was at least someone who could offer help in times of need. After hearing what Ancestor said, Yan Dong began to feel uncertain again.
What should be done? He could do whatever he wanted; who didn't have their own secrets? He just hoped that he wouldn't provoke the vast Universe Hall. Could their Six Great Sects really tolerate a single Golden Core Cultivator? If word got out, wouldn't it be a source of ridicule for the Easterners? Even if he wasn't Yin Tianheng, did they really fear him? Besides, in the end, it was that Little Guy who helped him heal. The Universe Hall couldn't possibly betray someone who had lent them a hand. If trouble arose, they might find themselves needing to return the favor someday. Among cultivators, it's well-known that retribution is often swift; those high and mighty beings in the heavens couldn't truly escape such cycles. It would be foolish to think otherwise.
Xie Laozu's teachings were to be remembered at all times.
Could my little thoughts really escape his notice? Mi Chong Laozu turned around, a hint of mockery in his eyes as he looked at Shen Shi and said, "I don't think I'm close to a breakthrough. Once I break through, I'll have to face the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation. I have no confidence in that and am also afraid of not having a disciple. My descendants seem to lack promise. I don't want to take on just any disciple; I want a good successor." But looking at that kid, it seemed unlikely. With my skills, perhaps he wouldn't even appreciate them, and I would end up rejected and humiliated.
Hearing Mi Chong Laozu's words, even with Shen Shi's thick skin, he couldn't help but blush slightly. He poured himself a drink; once it went down, he felt somewhat better. He thought about how such a fine jade was placed before him and how he had let it slip away—he couldn't help but feel some regret and frustration, as if even the sky above was hinting at impending rain.
A cultivator at his level could summon winds and rain, draw lightning with a mere gesture, and communicate with heaven and earth. If he advanced further, he would enter the legendary Transcendence Period—a perilous stage where one faced the Nine-Nine Heavenly Thunder Tribulation. Surviving it would allow him to become a Mahayana Practitioner; being called an Earth Immortal wouldn't be an exaggeration. If luck was on his side, he might gain another chance at life and be referred to as a Celestial Being. However, if things went poorly, all his cultivation could be lost—he would have no hope of achieving longevity or enlightenment again. The worst-case scenario would be if heavenly thunder struck him down completely; there would be no second chances for rebirth or resurrection. In truth, it would mean true death—after a hundred years, who would even remember such a person?
Life sometimes must come naturally; when it's not meant to be, one shouldn't force it. If I truly want to find an excellent disciple, Jiang Anbo doesn't seem bad either—his mindset shows potential. However, his roots are somewhat lacking. Yet I know that as one progresses further along their path, those foundational aspects become less significant. It's better to have solid groundwork than to rely solely on rapid advancement in the early stages of cultivation. There’s always been talk of late bloomers achieving greatness after years of accumulation; one shouldn't always focus on finding only the best but rather seek what suits me.
Jiang Anbo has a Sect; given his personality, he's unlikely to switch allegiances. Alas, it seems destined that we are fated to be apart.
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