Chapter 160

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Chapter 160: Wang Yulun’s Melancholy

After chatting for a while about the Thousand Worlds, Li Xuandao took his leave.

“What a pitiful soul,” Xu Fan remarked, gazing at the jade disc in his hands.

As he channeled spiritual energy into the jade disc, the Nine Lives Golden Immortal Decision materialized in Xu Fan’s mind.

“Such a profound technique, rooted in the Path of Reincarnation, but it’s too cumbersome; ultimately, it just means being stuck as a Golden Immortal for life.”

“Perhaps I can use this Nine Lives Golden Immortal Decision to refine Xingci’s technique.”

Xu Fan mused as he delved deeper into the technique.

Three days later, Xu Fan sighed and set the jade disc aside.

“After all, it’s a technique from the Immortal Realm; reverse-engineering it seems beyond my current capabilities.”

A guardian puppet appeared beside Xu Fan, picked up the jade disc, and flew off toward Li Xuandao’s residence.

Once the puppet was gone, Xu Fan turned his attention to the Divine Text Spiritual Treasure.

Meanwhile, at Illusion Learning Peak, the two thousand new disciples began practicing their first spells.

In the Mystical World, on a vast grassland, disciples clad in Hidden Spirit Sect robes clumsily channeled spiritual energy, forming hand seals and struggling to cast basic spells.

Xu Gang was also in the Mystical World, explaining the fundamentals of spellcasting to the confused disciples. This was Xu Fan’s rule: everyone in the sect had to take turns teaching.

“Fireball Spell.”

“Ice Spike Technique.”

“Small Spirit Rain Technique.”

“Lightness Technique.”

“Winding Technique.”

“Earth Spike Technique.”

“Golden Body Technique.”

The children eagerly cast their spells, feeling as though they had already ascended to the ranks of immortals.

It was then that Xu Gang noticed a special disciple—an 8-year-old little boy with fair skin and a spark of intelligence in his eyes.

The boy was forming seals with both hands—one for a Wind Technique and the other for a Fireball Spell.

In the real world, Xu Gang would have stopped him immediately. But in the Mystical World, failure only meant minor spiritual damage, easily healed with a few days of rest.

Xu Gang, who had initially planned to watch for amusement, suddenly widened his eyes. This was a technique he had only mastered after reaching the Golden Core Stage!

And here it was, being effortlessly executed by a disciple not even ten years old.

Xu Gang waved his hand, and the boy’s profile appeared before him:

“Lin Chuanyu, 8 years old, dual spirit roots of wind and fire, talent: high, comprehension: high, key cultivation disciple.”

There was more detailed information, but Xu Gang didn’t bother reading further.

“So Master has already taken notice of him.”

At that moment, the little boy transformed the Wind Technique into a tornado, seamlessly merging the Fireball Spell into the whirlwind.

This scene left Xu Gang feeling quite uneasy.

“Is this the difference in talent? When I was struggling to master my first spell during the Qi Training Stage, this kid was already experimenting with combined spells.”

At that moment, Xu Gang suddenly realized that ever since he advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, his passion for cultivating the techniques of the Dao had waned compared to before.

“Did tying with a sect genius make you complacent? Have you forgotten your original aspirations?”

As he observed the exceptionally gifted Lin Chuanyu, Xu Gang had an epiphany.

Inside the time chamber, Xu Fan watched Xu Gang, who had come seeking guidance, with a mix of amusement and exasperation.

“Are you feeling overshadowed by a new disciple?” Xu Fan chuckled.

“After reaching the Nascent Soul Stage and matching that prodigy from the Qianling Sect, I’ve noticed my dedication to the techniques of the Dao has slipped.”

“And my cultivation progress has stalled.”

“Master, could you create a cultivation plan for me?” Xu Gang requested.

“Don’t stress too much. I’ve noticed your recent slack, but it’s not a big deal. Even cultivators need breaks.”

“As for that disciple, I know his talent far surpasses what yours was at his age.”

“The path of cultivation is long. Just focus on walking your own path steadily.”

“Don’t rush or get impatient. When you’re tired and look back, you’ll see those you once admired are now far behind you,” Xu Fan said, adding silently to himself, with me as your backer, what’s there to worry about?

“You wanted a cultivation plan, right? Head to the trial tower tomorrow. I’ve set up some training challenges there for you.”

“Thank you, Master.”

After reassuring his top disciple, Xu Fan was about to delve into mitigating the aftereffects of the Cycle of Rebirth when his good friend showed up.

“Back with your wife?” Xu Fan remarked. This guy was always on the move; after some training in the sect, he’d taken on a mission to track down a Golden Core-level fugitive in the Hidden Spirit Sect’s territory.

And he’d brought his wife along.

“Just got back yesterday. I heard from Xiangchi that Xingci is close to advancing to the Nascent Soul Stage,” Wang Yulun said, his tone tinged with melancholy.

“Right, once your kid reaches the Nascent Soul Stage, your other child will follow suit.”

“By then, the Wang family will hold the most influence in the Hidden Spirit Sect.”

“Ever thought about making a move for the sect leader position?” Xu Fan teased.

“You’re always joking. I came to ask what Xingci means.”

“After all these years, he should have some idea,” Wang Yulun said.

“Don’t overthink it. You’re a victim in this too.”

“Xingci won’t hold it against you, but getting him to call you ‘dad’ might be a stretch,” Xu Fan said.

“As long as he doesn’t resent me, I’m fine,” Wang Yulun sighed.

“Relax. Knowing Xingci, after he reaches the Nascent Soul Stage, he might hit you with the Rebirth Technique. Just tough it out,” Xu Fan said, patting Wang Yulun’s shoulder.

“The Rebirth Technique?” Wang Yulun wasn’t too familiar with his son’s abilities.

“Yeah, don’t worry. It’ll be over in a night at most,” Xu Fan reassured him.

“If you’re really scared, just keep traveling the central continent with Qianer. Maybe in a few centuries, Xingci will forget,” Xu Fan said with a grin.

“Can you give me some actual advice?” Wang Yulun said, exasperated.

“Fine. Find a chance to talk to Xingci. Maybe you’ll resolve things,” Xu Fan said, shrugging.

“Guess that’s the only way. Better to face it than keep running,” Wang Yulun said, gritting his teeth. He’d thought there was plenty of time, but it had flown by faster than he expected.

“In that case, I’ll have Xiangchi take his mother on a procurement mission to avoid any awkward encounters.”

“Good brother,” Wang Yulun said.

“Of course,” Xu Fan replied with a smile, knowing he’d need his friend’s help for bigger matters down the line.

The next day, Wang Xiangchi found Murong Qianer.

“Mother, Master asked me to go to Fengyu Fairy City to buy some local specialties. Want to come along?”

“Didn’t you want to get that precious artifact, the Fengyu Fairy Garment? I can join you,” Wang Xiangchi said. Though he didn’t fully understand why Master had given him this task, he knew better than to question it.

The Fengyu Fairy Garment was something Murong Qianer had mentioned during a meal, and Wang Xiangchi had made a mental note to get it for her when he could.

Hearing her son’s offer, Murong Qianer’s eyes lit up, especially since Wang Yulun had mentioned needing to go into seclusion for some insights.

“I’ll leave a note for your father, and then we can go,” Murong Qianer said happily.