We keep telling her to become stronger, but just how strong does she need to be?
She knew she had a big secret, but no one could tell her.
This feeling... tsk!
"The Great Ascension Stage." Jun Moyao met Rong Zi's eyes and said with a solemn expression, "At least you and your disciples will have to successfully break through to the Great Ascension Stage before you can know some things. Time is running out, the enemy is very strong, and you must grow stronger as soon as possible."
Rong Zi was taken aback. "An enemy?"
What enemy?
Jun Moyao's eyes flickered slightly, and he avoided eye contact, replying ambiguously, "You'll find out later."
Seeing the strange expression on his face, Rong Zi frowned slightly without making a sound.
This mystery... seems to be getting bigger and bigger.
Judging from Jun Moyao's reaction, Rong Zi knew that she wouldn't get anything out of him, so she waved her hand.
"Fine, if you don't want to tell me, then forget it."
To avoid accidentally getting struck by lightning again.
With Egg's tiny body, if a bolt of lightning really struck, it would probably kill him.
Rong Zi leaned forward, resting his chin on his hand on the table, then tilted his head and said, "I know you have a way to make us, master and disciple, stronger quickly. Tell me, what do we need to do next?"
Jun Moyao looked at her with some surprise in his eyes.
Seeing this, Rong Zi clicked his tongue and said, "What are you looking at? At a time like this, if I can't even see this, then I'm an idiot."
Her and her disciple's cultivation journey has been so smooth, what else is there to be confused about?
Let's not even talk about what those secrets that kept her in suspense were.
Someone is so concerned about her, even providing her with training grounds and resources for free. Such a good deal... why not take advantage of it?
Jun Moyao didn't say much.
He stood up and stood on the table, saying, "Your seven disciples are strong enough to protect themselves; it's time for them to go out and train on their own..."
...
The next day, Murong Zhen arrived early in the morning.
If he hadn't been completely helpless against Rongling Sect's protective formation, he probably would have stormed the sect gates yesterday.
Upon seeing Rong Zi, Murong Zhen excitedly grabbed her shoulder and began shaking her wildly.
"You promised to give me long, flowing hair in just three months, but three years have passed already! Where is my hair? You actually... you actually made me endure this awful hairstyle for three whole years!"
Do you know how I've spent the last three years?
The way he shouted so desperately made it seem as if Rong Zi was an irresponsible scumbag.
Rong Zi: "..."
Rong Zi felt like Murong Zhen was shaking his brain to its core.
She quickly reached out and shoved his claws away, taking several steps back.
"Well, calm down, calm down. I had no choice, did I? Who would have thought I'd be sucked into the Immortal Treasure Realm and trapped there for so long? I'm a victim too, aren't I?"
Rong Zi's words were filled with utter helplessness.
Murong Zhen's lips twitched uncontrollably as he listened.
"Come on, you call yourself a victim? People are so envious of your victimhood, I bet you're practically dying of envy."
As he spoke, he looked Rong Zi up and down.
"Judging from your transformation, you must have found some great opportunities inside, right?"
Rong Zi smiled smugly, "It's so-so. Although there are resources everywhere inside, we just casually take what we can."
Murong Zhen rolled his eyes so hard they almost reached the sky.
Just grab some random stuff?
I don't believe you for a second!
You naughty brat!
He had already witnessed Rong Zi's terrifying nature back when he was on Cloud Mist Island.
To sum it up in one sentence...
Wherever they went, not a single piece of armor remained.
Although Murong Zhen was very interested in how Rong Zi managed to steal the secret realm of immortals, what he cared about most was his hair, which he longed for.
Pointing to his head, which was hidden by a straw hat, he asked Rong Zi somewhat nervously.
"Three years have already been wasted, is there any hope for my hair?"
In the past three years, he has successfully broken through the ninth level of the Mahayana stage and entered the peak of the Mahayana stage, and his strength has been greatly improved.
He was just one step away from transcending the tribulation and ascending to immortality.
He remembered that Rong Zi had once told him that the higher his cultivation level, the more difficult it would be for her to cast spells.
I don't know how big the impact will be.
Compared to Murong Zhen's worries, Rong Zi remained calm.
She said confidently, "Don't worry, give me the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and I guarantee I'll give you back your flowing, beautiful hair."
"Take the young master?"
Murong Zhen's eyes widened, and he incredulously held up a finger. "The time it takes for an incense stick to burn?"
Did he mishear, or did Rong Zi say something wrong?
They clearly said it would take at least three months, how did it suddenly become just a stick of incense?!
"Yes, is there a problem?" Rong Zi blinked her big, bright eyes.
Murong Zhen took a deep breath and said, "My current cultivation level is already at the peak of the Mahayana stage."
The implication is...
He's become stronger now; he's not the same person he was three years ago.
It will be more difficult to perform the hair-growth spell on him now than it was before.
I thought Rong Zi would be troubled by this, but to my surprise, she just nodded casually.
"I can tell, congratulations!"
As he spoke, Rong Zi rolled up his sleeves and pointed to the chair next to Murong Zhen, indicating that he should sit down.
"Sit down, I'll cast the spell on you now, so you can be free sooner."
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