Chapter 540: Chapter 278: Ten Years (Part 2)
Upon thinking this, Lin Chang’an shook his head, realizing that once he fully understands this ancient array, it will be the moment his skills break through to become a Tier Three Middle Grade Array Master.
It will also be the day he masters this ancient array, giving him another card to play.
[Life Span: 164/603]
[Realm: Core Golden Early Stage (27/100)]
"Cultivation is steadily improving, and life expectancy has increased by three years."
Seeing his cultivation steadily progressing, Lin Chang’an couldn’t help but smile contentedly.
In the past two years, his cultivation experience has steadily increased.
The feeling of realms being like a quagmire, where his cultivation could stagnate at any moment, is now a thing of the past.
With the Upper Grade Golden Core, combined with his Upper Grade Spirit Root, and even the demonic qi that washes his spirit root’s qualifications day and night, he truly feels the sensation of being a genius these past years.
"Moo!"
Just then, the Cyan-Horned Bull congenially mooed, biting his pants leg, leaving Lin Chang’an speechless as he glared at the silly bull.
"You’re really something. It’s been ten years! Still not breaking through? Are you really going to wait until you become an old bull!?"
Scolding aside, Lin Chang’an helplessly shook his head and took out two spirit fruits from his storage bag.
"Moo Moo!"
Upon receiving the spirit fruits, the Cyan-Horned Bull immediately looked overjoyed and enthusiastically chewed on the crisp and sweet spirit fruits.
Seeing the Cyan-Horned Bull gradually return to normal in the past six months, Lin Chang’an also nodded secretly.
Indeed, this was the true bloodline mutation evolution process. The Phoenix Cry Bird’s rebirth experience was too extreme, which is why it was so dangerous.
During these ten years, apart from eating and drinking, this bull has almost been sleeping deeply, leaving him without a mount when he went out.
Yet, over the years, the Cyan-Horned Bull’s form seemed to have not changed much.
However, it was once discovered by the sword servant that while the Cyan-Horned Bull was in deep sleep, it exhaled white mist from its mouth and nose, eroding the surroundings, turning the lotus plants and greenery into powder.
After Lin Chang’an emerged from seclusion and heard the sword servant’s report about the Cyan-Horned Bull’s frenzy, he had a vague idea in his mind.
"Its internal bloodline is stabilizing; it seems it’s also close to advancing."
Looking at the carefree, gluttonous Cyan-Horned Bull, Lin Chang’an shook his head.
If he’d known it would sleep for ten years, he wouldn’t have hurriedly prepared the core formation spiritual object.
Now, he had rushed around in vain, while the Cyan-Horned Bull took it easy, sleeping in the cave mansion every day.
The two couldn’t be compared. One had eight hundred tricks, while the other focused entirely on eating.
Of course, the Phoenix Cry Bird had a significant reason as well, because of its terrifying experience of fiery rebirth, making it focus more on cultivation.
...
Red Fire Peak.
"Mr. Wen, how are my injuries?"
A middle-aged core formation cultivator with grey hair came to visit, his face sallow and his voice somewhat hoarse as he asked.
And Mr. Wen, Lin Chang’an’s clone, has been demonstrating the wood attribute technique these years, as a pill master and also a healer.
No one doubted this since it’s commonplace in the Immortal Cultivation Realm.
Lin Chang’an did this deliberately because his main body cultivates the Blood Slaughter Sword Formulas, known to everyone outside, so naturally, he wouldn’t be associated with this Mr. Wen.
Even if there was a mistake or he was exposed to the ancient cultivation technique, he could just let Mr. Wen take the fall.
After all, he hasn’t forgotten that this ancient cultivation technique is still linked to Li Huo Palace, so being cautious is best.
Today, this injured core formation cultivator naturally came to seek healing.
Lin Chang’an’s clone, Mr. Wen, kept a calm demeanor and examined the other’s physical condition by taking his pulse, finally frowning as he spoke:
"Fellow Daoist, your injuries have dragged on for at least ten or twenty years, haven’t they?"
"You’re indeed Mr. Wen." The middle-aged core formation cultivator, directly pinpointed by Mr. Wen, instead showed a wry smile.
"I won’t hide it from Mr. Wen. I fought and got injured many years ago, and then I’ve been hiding in the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea. I only dared to emerge recently when I heard my enemy had passed away."
He wasn’t interested in the other’s experiences, so Mr. Wen just shook his head and said:
"Fellow Daoist, your injuries have damaged your golden core’s foundation, and self-healing will require a spiritual object of heaven and earth."
"Mr. Wen, in my old age, I no longer seek to cure the root. Can you heal the burden on this body instead? Otherwise, this form might not endure much longer."
The middle-aged cultivator shook his head, having long abandoned hope in his cultivation path.
Upon hearing this, Lin Chang’an nodded inwardly. The damage to the golden core obviously came from intense battle and using techniques that overdraw potential.
If he used his Profound Celestial Mana to heal it, recovery would be possible.
But such a secret could not be disclosed.
"If it’s just physical injuries, this comes from cold injuries, impossible to treat with ordinary Tier Three healing elixirs. It’s best to use Tier Three Fire Spirit Pill to assist the healing elixir and practice in a fire attribute spirit land regularly..."
Lin Chang’an’s clone, Mr. Wen, slowly explained, while the other side had no suspicion about him staying on Red Fire Peak, assuming it was intentional.
After all, he alone knew about his injuries.
"Thank you, fellow Daoist."
Lin Chang’an happily sold two Tier Three elixirs, naturally pleased.
And the other party nodded inwardly, acknowledging Mr. Wen as a Tier Three Alchemist truly finding the problem.
Although he hadn’t wanted to take the risk to come to Five Dragons Island, being seriously injured in the Heaven-Reaching Mist Sea made him an easy target.
And the most dangerous place is usually the safest place.
Upon contemplating this, the middle-aged core formation cultivator thought secretly, "Profound Sound Pavilion definitely wouldn’t expect me to come here for treatment."
