Zu An's heart skipped a beat. His words might have fooled the Chu couple, but they couldn't fool him. He knew Zu An better than anyone else. Just a month ago, Zu An was an ordinary person. He had only embarked on the path of cultivation after practicing Zu An's techniques.
"Why has your cultivation improved so quickly?" Seeing that he did not answer, Old Man Mi repeated himself, his tone clearly showing a hint of impatience.
"Perhaps it's because I'm young and strong that I can cultivate faster?" Zu An finally came up with a reason.
Old Man Mi looked at him coldly, too lazy to even speak.
Zu An's face flushed; the reason was indeed a bit far-fetched. He thought for a moment and then said, "When I go to the academy, they distribute spirit stones, and the spirit energy there is more abundant than in other places, so..."
Before he could finish speaking, Old Man Mi interrupted him: "Even with the help of spirit stones, it wouldn't be possible to achieve this quickly. Moreover, the Phoenix Nirvana Scripture mainly relies on being beaten to improve cultivation, so the role of spirit stones is limited."
Zuan's heart skipped a beat. He said that the effect of the Yuan Stone was limited, not that it was useless. But why was it that absorbing the Yuan Stone was completely ineffective before?
The image of the keyboard system directly transforming the Phoenix Nirvana Sutra into a magic array pattern and imprinting it into his body flashed through his mind. Could it be that this changed his cultivation method? Apart from retaining the characteristic of being beaten, was he only able to rely on the energy fruits provided by the keyboard?
Thinking about it this way, it's still more worthwhile for him. After all, compared to rare elemental stones, elemental fruits are easier to obtain. At worst, he can just annoy a few more people.
While he was lost in thought, Old Man Mi grew impatient, grabbed his wrist, and began to close his eyes and sense his surroundings.
Zuan had just defeated two top fighters on the stage and was feeling quite pleased with himself. However, when his opponent casually grabbed him, he couldn't dodge at all. He instinctively tried to pull his hand back, but his wrist felt as if it were bound by iron, and he couldn't budge it an inch.
"Holy crap, what rank is this guy?" Zu An exclaimed in utter astonishment.
"Huh?" Old Man Mi suddenly let out a soft exclamation, then his long fingernail slashed across his hand, cutting a small gash and squeezing out a drop of blood.
He held it to his nose and smelled it, then Old Man Mi suddenly shuddered, staring at him in disbelief: "Talent... beyond the rank?"
Zu An's heart skipped a beat. He still remembered the warning the beautiful headmistress had given him, but he pretended to be clueless: "What super-level?"
Old Man Mi ignored his words and grabbed his collar with both hands, his eyes filled with fanaticism: "What exactly happened to you recently? Why has your aptitude changed so much?"
A month ago, he knew perfectly well that this guy's aptitude was only at the lower level of the Ding rank, but now it has become the legendary super-rank. How could he not be surprised?
Zu An's mind raced. Knowing he couldn't hide it any longer, he quickly said, "I don't know either. It might be related to the wild fruit I ate in the suburbs last time."
"What kind of wild fruit?" Old Man Mi pressed. "What does it look like? Describe it to me in detail."
“Uh…” Zuan hesitated for a moment, then tentatively gestured as he answered, “The wild fruit is oval-shaped, with a completely red skin that feels like flesh. It has oval-shaped scales with sharp tips, and it’s about this long. The peel is thick, uh, waxy. The flesh inside is also red, and it contains tens of thousands of black granules…”
Hearing his description, Old Man Mi muttered to himself, "Could it be the legendary Dharani True Scale? No, the color of the flesh inside is wrong; could it be the Red Cloud Divine Fruit? But the external characteristics are wrong, what could it be..."
Hearing him mutter to himself, Zuan chuckled inwardly. "You'd be lucky to guess. This is a dragon fruit from my previous life. I've been in this world for so long, but I've never heard of it."
“It seems you must be very fortunate to have found such a rare treasure, which is why you were able to undergo such a transformation. However, I can’t understand why such a rare treasure would be located on the outskirts of Dragon Hidden Mountain,” said Old Man Mi.
Zuan chuckled and said, "Maybe I'm just a fool with good fortune."
Old Man Mi also revealed a chilling smile, patted his shoulder and said, "Good, good, the better your aptitude, the happier I am."
"Thank you for your concern, senior," Zu An hurriedly replied, his gaze falling on his bleeding finger. He had always regarded him as someone like Yao Lao, but now he realized there might have been some misunderstanding. There was no such thing as Yao Lao who would be kind to someone for no reason...
"By the way, you didn't use the Sunflower Illusion during the competition today, did you?" Old Man Mi asked again.
"No, I only used the disguise technique you taught me, which was more than enough to deal with them." If it were before, Zu'an might have said that he used a move on the stage, but after what had just happened, he dared not tell the truth.
"That's good." Old Man Mi nodded, clearly feeling that his movement technique was more than enough to deal with some low-level cultivators, and had no doubts. "You should get some rest."
After saying that, he walked out shakily. Although he walked very slowly, he disappeared after blinking a few times.
Zuan breathed a sigh of relief. Before, when the other person was standing next to him, he always felt a strange sense of oppression.
Looks like I need to start preparing early...
But the pressure his opponent had just exerted was even greater than the pressure Wu Wei and Yuan Zhengchu had exerted on him on the stage today, proving that his cultivation was unfathomable. Thinking of this, his mood became extremely heavy.
He hurriedly returned to his room, closed the door, and, as usual, washed his face and hands. Now that he had the means, he even bought some incense and added a scene of burning incense and praying.
Then the lottery began. He had earned some anger points beforehand, most of which came from splash damage to the onlookers. He figured that he really needed more spectators to make the most of his influence.
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