"After Wuyi came out and learned of your successful Nascent Soul formation, he only spoke a few words to me before going straight back and sealing his cultivation chamber. Your Second Senior Brother was the same. Baili Yuan, Du Sanjiang, and others you're familiar with in the sect have also announced their seclusion one after another. Min'er was fine, but she had some insight half a year ago and also entered seclusion!"
Li Yan was silent for a moment upon hearing this. It seemed his Nascent Soul formation had stimulated many people.
When speaking of Li Wuyi, Wei Zhongran had held some things back. Now, outside Li Wuyi's sealed door, Li Changting was also cultivating cross-legged, with no intention of returning to Never-Parting Peak. She had handed over the affairs of the peak to the Vice Peak Master and several elders to handle. Wei Zhongran naturally couldn't speak of such matters.
"Master, I also plan to enter seclusion again shortly. Although my realm is currently stable, my control of magical power is still unfamiliar, and I can't yet control it as I wish."
Since Li Yan didn't see Zhao Min, his Eldest Senior Brother, or the others, and he had already met with Wei Zhongran, his original plan to stay out for a day or two was immediately canceled.
Wei Zhongran nodded upon hearing this. He didn't mention Li Yuyin's Nascent Soul formation. Mo Qing had told him last time that he had already informed Li Yan, so there was no need for him to bring it up again. He didn't know that Li Yuyin had taken two particles of Li Yan's "Tribulation Essence Qi," and he was even more unwilling to bring up Li Yuyin in front of outsiders. His senior martial sister had always been deeply in love with him, which made things very difficult for him.
"In your year of cultivation, is there anything you don't understand about just having formed your Nascent Soul?" Wei Zhongran had called Li Yan over not just to talk about the situation in the sect, but also because many unknown things would appear after a cultivator had just formed their Nascent Soul.
If it were a Rogue Cultivator, they might have to spend decades, or even a hundred years, to explore and understand them one by one, or exchange insights with peer cultivators for precious treasures. In fact, these were experiences. Often, it was just a matter of a thin layer of paper, but it would cost a cultivator a great deal of time to figure out.
Inheritance. Here, its true value was reflected.
Li Yan had naturally come over with this thought in mind. Seeing his master bring it up on his own accord, his heart warmed. Now that he and Wei Zhongran were of the same rank, their master-disciple relationship was only nominal. The other party could choose to tell him about matters of the Nascent Soul stage or not. But Wei Zhongran had maintained his consistent character and took the initiative to ask about Li Yan's affairs.
Next, Li Yan talked with Wei Zhongran for the better part of a day, and only then did he end the conversation, still wanting more. Wei Zhongran had truly told him everything he knew, without holding anything back. After some thought, he pointed out everything he could tell Li Yan from the experience he had gained over several decades. He even selectively told Li Yan about the experience Dacen had taught him. This wasn't because he was stingy, but because he knew deeply what was beneficial to Li Yan and what might be misleading.
What Wei Zhongran said, if Li Yan were to compare it with his own situation later, would probably save him at least sixty or seventy years of time. Li Yan was naturally extremely moved by this.
When he was about to leave, Li Yan asked about the situation of his Martial Mother, Zhao Zhi. Wei Zhongran just shook his head.
"Don't be deluded by the appearance of three Nascent Souls in the sect within a hundred years. That is the result of the opening of a large number of resources by various sects after the great war, and the insights gained between life and death during the war. If this were in normal times, such a phenomenon would not be possible. This is also why many people go out for training and experience life and death.
Forming a Nascent Soul is ten times, a hundred times more difficult than forming a Golden Core. It takes a combination of favorable timing, geographical advantage, strength, and luck to create one person. Your Martial Mother will break through this barrier. I believe it!" Wei Zhongran said with a gentle smile.
Li Yan was also silent upon hearing this. He knew that Wei Zhongran was right. If not for experiencing life and death, and if he and Zhao Min hadn't been constantly striving to return when they were on the Forsaken Continent. Whether it was Zhao Min entering the "Sacred Demon Palace" secret realm for several decades and nearly perishing inside, or himself searching for opportunities everywhere outside, there was always a feeling that a crisis could befall them at any time.
If they had stayed safely on the Desolate Moon Continent after the great war, their situation now would probably not be much different from that of his Eldest Senior Brother and the others.
"By the way, there's one more thing. The sect plans to hold the Nascent Soul Grand Ceremony for you and Li Yuyin in nine years. You shouldn't have any problem on your end, right?" Wei Zhongran quickly changed the subject and brought up another matter. Li Yan paused for a moment before he remembered the matter of the Nascent Soul Grand Ceremony.
For sect disciples, apart from Rogue Cultivators, once they successfully transcended the tribulation from Foundation Establishment onwards, the sect would hold a celebration ceremony. Golden Core formation was one thing; generally, only the sect and some close friends and sects would come to celebrate. But a Nascent Soul Grand Ceremony was an exceptionally grand affair. This was a time for a sect to display its strength.
Even if you didn't invite them, many sects and cultivation families would take the initiative to inquire about the ceremony, not to mention that this was the top sect on this continent. Especially this time, with two Nascent Souls appearing in the Malevolent Spirit Sect at once, it was necessary to hold a grand ceremony to display its unparalleled strength.
Sects like the Ten-Pace Courtyard, the Jingtu Sect, and the Supreme Mystery Teachings would definitely send Nascent Soul cultivators over. As a person involved, Li Yan naturally couldn't be absent.
Li Yan had always had the biggest headache with such matters, but this time, after a brief moment of contemplation, he nodded in agreement. He knew that this matter was absolutely not something he could refuse. The sect also needed to use his and Li Yuyin's strength to solidify its position as the hegemon.
"I have no problem with the time on my end!"
A matter like the Nascent Soul Grand Ceremony could not be delayed for too long. If it was delayed for a long time, people would not know what accident had befallen you. Now, including the past year, the grand ceremony would be held ten years after Li Yan and the other had formed their Nascent Souls. For such a major event, Mo Qing and Wei Zhongran would naturally grasp the timing. They knew that once Li Yan and Li Yuyin's realms were stable, they would probably not enter samadhi again so quickly. Instead, there would be a period of time to familiarize themselves with the control of magical power at the Nascent Soul stage, and to try out various immortal arts and cultivation methods of the Nascent Soul stage. This kind of cultivation could be selectively interrupted.
Afterward, the two exchanged a few more simple words, and Li Yan got up to leave.
Watching Li Yan's back as he walked out of the courtyard, Wei Zhongran, sitting in the main hall, waved his wide sleeve. The courtyard gate closed automatically. Then he sat there silently, motionless.
Not everything he had told Li Yan earlier was true. The reason why Zhao Zhi had been cultivating so hard to no avail was because she had missed the best opportunity.
In the past hundred years, as a woman, Zhao Zhi's thoughts were more delicate. Her concern for Zhao Min was not something Wei Zhongran could let go of in his heart. Therefore, this led to her often being unable to enter samadhi during her cultivation, and she couldn't cultivate with peace of mind at all!
This caused Zhao Zhi to miss the various insights that might have appeared after the great war. And after a hundred years, these insights had become more and more blurred. After Zhao Min returned, when Zhao Zhi wanted to find that feeling again, even though her talent was not inferior to Wei Zhongran's, she had already missed the good opportunity. Those things could not be recovered at all.
But Wei Zhongran couldn't say these words. If Zhao Min were to find out, with her temperament, it would most likely affect her future immortal path, which would in turn harm her. Especially now that Zhao Min was also at the Pseudo-Nascent Soul realm, it was a crucial moment for her mind-nature to transform. Even Zhao Zhi herself would never be willing to tell the real reason why she couldn't comprehend and break through.
Wei Zhongran just sat there silently, his gaze somewhat blank…
After Li Yan left, he didn't immediately return to his own courtyard, but flew towards the outside of the sect.
In a refining chamber, Bai Rou, dressed in a plain white dress, her figure appearing somewhat delicate, was forming hand seals. A dark yellow light emanated from her slender jade-like fingers.
She pointed lightly forward, and the dark yellow light quickly landed on a palm-sized ancient ape puppet. The originally lifeless ancient ape puppet's four limbs moved in an instant. At the same time, a dark yellow light also flickered on the puppet's surface, and the faint hum of a formation could be heard from within its body…
And just at this moment, a white light suddenly appeared in a certain space in the secret chamber. Immediately, Bai Rou's pair of beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly.
It was a Voice Transmission Talisman. This talisman was refined by the secret method of the "Wood Flow Sect," so it could break through and enter her refining chamber. It was just that Bai Rou had only given the Vice Sect Master three of such talismans, so that she could send them out to find her in an emergency.
"Has something major happened in the sect?"
Bai Rou was at a critical moment in her artifact refining, but she couldn't ignore this Voice Transmission Talisman. She could only temporarily suppress the formation in the puppet with her magical power and split a wisp of her Divine Sense to shoot towards the Voice Transmission Talisman.
When that wisp of her Divine Sense entered the Voice Transmission Talisman, even though she had been mentally prepared, in that instant, her mind was in a state of turmoil, and she could no longer stabilize the hand seal in her hand.
With a pfft, a thick smoke suddenly erupted from the ancient ape puppet. In an instant, the spiritual light on the entire puppet's surface disappeared, and a slightly burnt smell entered Bai Rou's nose.
The next moment, the somewhat flustered Bai Rou quickly grabbed the ancient ape puppet from the ground and hurriedly walked towards an ancient bronze wooden shelf by the wall. The wooden shelf was filled with many refining materials. On a certain level, there was a green wooden box.
Bai Rou hurriedly walked to the wooden shelf, and her hand was already anxiously forming a hand seal. Amidst the flickering runes, with a clack, the lid of the box slowly popped open… However, Bai Rou, who was usually as calm as water, impatiently lifted the lid and quickly placed the puppet in her hand inside the box.
Then she immediately pressed the lid down and quickly resealed the green wooden box with runes. Only then did she let out a long sigh of relief, a faint blush appearing on her face.
She reached out with her jade-like hand and gently tucked a few stray strands of her raven hair behind her ear. After calming her mind, she then walked towards the door of the refining chamber.
Half a tea's time ago, in the main hall of the Wood Flow Sect, a beautiful young woman in a yellow dress was looking at the young man in a green robe before her with a nervous expression.
The beautiful young woman in the yellow dress was named Tang Yuniang, and she was the current Vice Sect Master of the "Wood Flow Sect." Since the old ancestor of the sect had left, the affairs of the sect had always been handled by her. The old Sect Master had also passed away seventy years ago, ultimately failing to advance to the Golden Core. This had made Tang Yuniang somewhat panicked for a time. After all, their own old ancestor had been missing for several decades. She was really afraid that the Malevolent Spirit Sect would suddenly drive them away, and they would fall back into their previous somewhat miserable situation.
In the midst of her fear, the two old ancestors finally returned to the sect with Bai Rou. After that, Bai Rou was established as the Sect Master, and then that two-old ancestor disappeared again. However, with a Golden Core stage expert in charge, Tang Yuniang's heart finally relaxed, and she was no longer treading on thin ice.
And after Bai Rou returned, a Sun-surnamed Golden Core expert from the Malevolent Spirit Sect would occasionally come over. It seemed that his relationship with Bai Rou was very good. This made Tang Yuniang happy in her heart. It was naturally better for the Wood Flow Sect to have more connections with strong people. She even thought that their new Sect Master had a romantic relationship with that Sun-surnamed Golden Core expert. But she only guessed these things and did not dare to ask.
Bai Rou had an elegant temperament, but a Golden Core expert was a Golden Core expert. And since returning with the two old ancestors this time, she had also become more and more taciturn. As the only Golden Core expert in the sect, if she did not speak, no one dared to disturb her casually.
Previously, Tang Sanniang, who was handling affairs in the sect, had felt something was amiss. When she raised her head, she saw a green-robed man appear in the main hall. That man was looking at her with a pair of pitch-black eyes, his gaze burning.