"Don't let her know anything about the bond."
He withdrew his gaze after burning away the flames.
"Understood, I understand completely!"
Old Huang was so eager to shed blood to prove his loyalty that his expression was as obsequious as could be.
While Gingerbread was cultivating in the Spirit Spring, Old Huang chatted briefly with his idol before asking obsequiously, "Are you bored? Would you like me to tell you a few jokes to cheer you up?"
Each sentence uses the honorific "you".
It was harsh and unpleasant to hear.
Upon hearing this, Fen Jue turned around and glanced at Elder Huang, saying casually, "You're so old and your cultivation is so low. You were framed and forced to live in the lamp. If you had worked harder, you wouldn't have been unable to defeat your junior brother."
"And their cave dwelling was also stolen."
That hurts.
Old Master Huang quietly withdrew.
I dare not bother this sharp-tongued old ancestor any longer.
Gingerbread entered a mysterious state, completely unaware of what was happening in the outside world.
There was a fiery spirit guarding him.
She calmly comprehended the profound mysteries of the workings of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
All the spiritual roots frantically absorbed spiritual energy.
As long as there is sufficient spiritual energy, her cultivation speed is five times faster than that of a genius with a single spiritual root.
In the blink of an eye.
More than a month has passed.
Old Huang explored the entire grove of trees.
Finally, some movement came from the Lingquan.
The spiritual energy within a ten-mile radius rushed towards the gingerbread cake with a visibly viscous consistency.
This is quite a sight.
He had lived for three hundred years and had never seen it before.
"Just who is this little girl?" Old Huang muttered quietly. "The spiritual energy she absorbed to advance to the late Foundation Establishment stage is almost comparable to that of a Golden Core stage cultivator, and she has also formed a pact with the Sword Sect's ancestor."
His thoughts drifted further and further away.
I automatically imagined all sorts of love and hate between these two, and I wished I could crawl into the light right now and furiously write a 100,000-word novel.
"Whoosh—"
The sound of water pulled Mr. Huang back from his erratic thoughts.
He looked toward the spirit spring.
Gingerbread coughed a few times, then spread his hands to cover his palms with spiritual energy. "Family members, I've reached the late stage of Foundation Establishment!"
"Burn away, burn away! Did you see that? I didn't break my promise to you!"
They addressed their ancestors by their full names.
While Huang was amazed, he was also worried for Jiang Bingbing.
Who knew?
Standing on the shore, Fen Jue nodded slightly, quite satisfied. "Not bad, not even half a year has passed."
OK.
A genius who ascended to immortality in a century is praising a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator here.
Mr. Huang said it was difficult to comment.
"How many days has passed?" Gingerbread flew to the shore, rummaged through its storage bag for pastries, and muttered, "It feels like I've been holed up in there cultivating for a long time."
“More than a month.” Fen Jue lowered his head, his gaze falling on her chubby cheeks as she ate.
"Huh? I've been cultivating for so long, and the secret realm is about to close?"
After her initial panic, Gingerbread realized it was nothing serious; the most important task of retrieving the Jinglan Sword had already been completed.
"You still need to go to one place; that's the reason why all cultivators enter the Heavenly Absolute Secret Realm."
"Hmm—?"
Gingerbread's mouth was full of pastries, making it difficult for him to speak.
Fen Jue took out a water pouch from his storage bag and handed it to her before continuing, "The legacy of Ancestor Tian Jue."
"I've been cultivating here for so long, haven't others gotten ahead of me in inheriting my skills?"
Fen Jue shook his head. "When someone obtains the inheritance, the secret realm will close. The fact that it's still open proves that the inheritance still exists."
"Oh, where is it?" Gingerbread gulped down several mouthfuls of water.
Fen Jue raised an eyebrow. "How could you not know?"
"Hehehe—" Gingerbread's eyes curved into crescents as she laughed like a little fox, "How did you know?"
Old Huang was frantic, not knowing what kind of riddle the two were playing.
"How did you know? What are you talking about?"
Fen Jue's brows furrowed slightly as he waited for her explanation.
Gingerbread patted her full belly and said contentedly, "When I was putting on the Obedience Talisman, I also sprinkled some Tracking 'Cute' on Qu Miaozhu."
Old Huang suddenly realized, "You sprinkled the butterfly-repelling powder on it?"
"Mmm!" Gingerbread pinched away the dust.
Old Master Huang then asked, "How did you know she could find the inheritance, and why did you sprinkle the butterfly powder in advance?"
"I don't know anything about inheritance. There's an old guy living in Qu Miaozhu's sea of consciousness. She's always one step ahead of others when she enters the secret realm. The person in her sea of consciousness is familiar with the Heavenly Absolute Secret Realm. I released the Butterfly Powder simply to prevent any potential problems."
"I never expected it to be so useful."
There are other ways to find the source of the lineage even if it is burned.
However, he didn't want Gingerbread to rely on him too much.
She always brought him unexpected joy.
This was something even Fenjue hadn't expected.
After tidying himself up with the dust-removing spell, Gingerbread asked, "Shall we set off now?"
"Hmm." Fen Jue tapped the corner of his mouth with his index finger.
"Hmm?" Gingerbread blinked. "What? Your lips are fine, but the shape is beautiful!"
"......"
Oh, forget it.
Burning his index finger, he gently brushed across the corner of Gingerbread's mouth.
It felt like a feather brushing against me.
It trembled slightly.
“Pastry crumbs.” He glanced at his index finger and said succinctly, “Let’s go.”
“Ohhhhhh—”
Gingerbread rubbed the corners of his mouth vigorously, trying to shake off the tingling sensation.
This weapon refiner named Gui Shuzi, also known as the Heavenly Ancestor, is indeed a talent.
His secret realm is a small world of its own.
You can easily get a high price for anything you bring out at Wanbaolou.
Gingerbread scavenged for treasures as he traveled.
Release the Breath Butterfly to guide the way.
After passing through a forest of poisonous trees, they encountered several monks lying dead on the ground.
Jiang Bingbing knew that Qu Miaozhu was not far away.
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