Chapter 388: Chapter 357: Visitors from the Stone Race and Yuu Family!
Chen Zhixing kept playing with the mysterious stone bead in his hand, occasionally glancing down at the bead, and then looking to the outside world.
This item belongs to Wang Lin; he never intended to take away this mysterious stone bead.
His vision is not that short-sighted.
By giving this item to Wang Lin, not only is the bead his, but Wang Lin is also his. How could he do such a foolish thing?
On the contrary, he is thinking of how to provide Wang Lin with even more help!
After all, Wang Lin is now wholeheartedly devoted to him. As long as Wang Lin grows stronger, the things he can gain from Wang Lin in the future will be even more!
"Enough."
After some contemplation, Chen Zhixing decided not to randomly disrupt Wang Lin’s cultivation rhythm, allowing him to cultivate as if in a previous life game.
Thinking about this, Chen Zhixing stood up and left the secret chamber.
Outside the secret chamber, on a patch of grass.
The Little One was concentrating on practicing swordsmanship. After a few days’ absence, his sword Dao has advanced further. Now, his swordplay is well-formed and has substance.
It’s estimated that it will not be long before he thoroughly gets an initial glimpse and steps into the gateway of sword Dao!
Seeing this, Chen Zhixing couldn’t help but nod slightly, refraining from disturbing the Little One, and took a step as the landscape spun, landing on the main peak.
As the head of the Dark Division of the Ziwei Chen Family, Elder Nether naturally has a building on the main peak.
Chen Zhixing stepped into the Nether Hall, only to find the entire hall filled with chills, shrouded in black mist, with twelve paintings hanging on the walls.
On those paintings, there vaguely seemed to be two figures intertwining.
Chen Zhixing was just about to gaze intently.
"Patriarch!!!"
Elder Nether’s expression changed, rapidly rushing out from the depths of the hall, then with a wave of his large sleeve, gathering all the paintings hanging on the walls into his sleeves.
"You seem quite eager?"
Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow and looked at Elder Nether, "What’s on those paintings?"
"Ahahaha, it’s nothing, nothing, just some unsightly objects." Elder Nether laughed dryly, then hurriedly changed the topic, asking, "Patriarch, why have you come?"
Chen Zhixing gave Elder Nether a helpless look; this old fellow will die by a woman’s abdomen sooner or later.
"How has Wang Lin’s cultivation been these past few days with you?" Chen Zhixing asked.
Mentioning Wang Lin, Elder Nether, who was originally laughing dryly, suddenly brightened his eyes and said:
"Patriarch, where did you find such a disciple? He is the most suitable master of my Netherworld Tao, without comparison!"
"I immersed him in that Netherworld Water, which is said to corrode all things. Even if diluted by a million times, it is still unbearable excruciating pain for mortals like Wang Lin, akin to gouging bone and flesh, with a hundred bugs gnawing the heart!"
"Yet this guy lived in such Netherworld Water without uttering a word and could concentrate on cultivating the technique!"
"You must know, he was a half-grown teenager encountering such Netherworld Water for the first time! Someone achieving this, elder in my life has never seen such!"
Chen Zhixing smiled upon hearing this; Wang Lin’s mental resilience is indeed not possessed by ordinary folk.
"Come, take me to see."
Chen Zhixing and Elder Nether walked to the back of the main hall.
In a dug-out pool, countless deep black Netherworld Water boiled, bubbling fist-sized bubbles continuously.
And at the center of that pool, Wang Lin sat cross-legged, naked on the upper body, eyes tightly closed, Netherworld Water submerged up to the neck.
On his chest was a cold pill emitting pale cold air, constantly solidifying.
This Netherworld Water was being absorbed into that cold pill by Wang Lin, through his physical body, from all directions.
"Not bad."
Chen Zhixing nodded in satisfaction.
Now this cold pill has already taken shape; when it completely solidifies, it will be the moment Wang Lin reaches Treasure Body Perfection!
Suddenly.
Sitting cross-legged at the center of the pool, Wang Lin’s ears twitched and abruptly opened his eyes.
An extremely sharp glint flashed through his eyes.
Upon seeing the white-haired figure standing by the pool, the sharp glint in Wang Lin’s eyes transformed into a hint of joy.
"Master!"
Wang Lin hurriedly rose from the pool and exited.
"Not bad, the first cold pill has already taken shape. You need to keep strengthening this cold pill. It won’t take long for it to fully form, entering the realm of Treasure Body Perfection." Chen Zhixing nodded slightly.
Wang Lin bowed his head, feeling some guilt as he said, "Your disciple is of mediocre talent, spent several days, and only with Elder Nether’s meticulous guidance did the cold pill take shape initially, truly failing my master’s expectations."
Beside Elder Nether, upon hearing this, his face twitched.
Several days?
At most, it’s only three or four days, and you call this wasting a lot of time?
If he remembered correctly, he had once also tried this Netherworld Ascension Spell.
It took him a full month, only to absorb a little gourd-sized Netherworld Water without seeing even the shadow of a cold pill, and he painfully chose to give up!
This guy, forming a cold pill in three or four days, still calls his talent mediocre?
He was about to say something.
"Well, it indeed is a bit slow... but it’s fine, diligence can compensate for clumsiness on the way of cultivation; you just need to work harder, and you will surely achieve." Chen Zhixing said earnestly.
Elder Nether clapped his forehead; fine, he’d better not say anything.
Afterward.
Chen Zhixing sent away Elder Nether, handed back the mysterious stone bead to Wang Lin, explained its function, and left the main peak hall.
Presumably, with the tenfold time brought by this stone bead and Wang Lin’s great willpower, it won’t be long before his cultivation skyrockets, stunning everyone!
"Wang Lin’s cultivation technique has been resolved; next is resolving the cultivation technique for the Little One."
"It’s time to take the Little One to those Stone Race Ancestral Lands."
As Chen Zhixing walked out of the main peak hall, a determined look flashed in his eyes.
At this moment.
"Patriarch!"
Elder Guichen hurriedly approached Chen Zhixing.
"Hm? What matter is so urgent?" Chen Zhixing looked at him.
Elder Guichen took a deep breath and said solemnly:
"Patriarch, two people arrived at the mountain gate claiming to be from the Yuu Family and Shi Family, are seniors of the Little One’s family, clamoring at the mountain gate wanting to take the Little One back home!"
"Yuu Family and Shi Family?"
Chen Zhixing laughed upon hearing, his voice turning cold to the extreme.
"Good, good, good, I haven’t gone to trouble them for my disciple, and they dare come knocking?"
"Bring them to the main peak hall to see me!"
Chen Zhixing said and strode toward the main peak hall.
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Meanwhile.
Outside the gate of Ziwei Mountain.
A man and woman, two figures, stood with arms crossed, arrogantly looking at the Chen Family disciples guarding the mountain gate.
"How much longer? We have come from afar; is the Ziwei Chen Family’s way of hospitality to let us stand outside? Truly without manners!"
Among the two, the woman, who appeared to be middle-aged yet charming, frowned impatiently urged.
"Please come in, the Patriarch is waiting for you in the main peak hall."
The disciples guarding the mountain gate, hearing the voice in their minds, spoke expressionlessly.