Cultivation Chat Group - Chapter 2353
2353 The Fortuity of the Ghost Spirit
The hermit and the bearded man locked eyes.
After a brief moment.
“You’re not reacting at all?” the bearded man said with frustration.
“And how would you like me to react?” Scholar Drunken Yue, the hermit, replied calmly.
The bearded man’s frustration caused his beard to curl in agitation. “Ungrateful son!”
Scholar Drunken Yue chuckled softly.
Rumors end with wisdom, and conversations cease with laughter. There was no point in continuing this discussion today.
So, the two of them maintained their gaze and cotinued their silence for a considerable time.
Staring at each other like this was not a productive course of action. Besides, prolonged eye contact between two grown men could become rather uncomfortable.
Scholar Drunken Yue had no choice but to break the silence. “You brought me from my cave abode to the moon. What’s the purpose?”
“You should have reached the Seventh Stage True Monarch realm by now, right?” The bearded man sighed.
“Seventh Stage,” Sholar Drunken Yue replied calmly.
The bearded man was taken aback. “How is that possible? How did you advance to the Seventh Stage realm so quickly?”
“Because of the pressure,” Sholar Drunken Yue explained slowly. “If you don’t strive to cultivate and advance, you’ll be overtaken by the younger generation.”
“I see.” The bearded man stroked his beard and smiled. “Actually, you needn’t worry. Even if you’re surpassed by the younger generation, it’s quite likely they won’t remember you.”
Scholar Drunken Yue was left speechless.
Suddenly, he didn’t feel like continuing the conversation. Silence seemed like a better option.
“I thought you were only at the Sixth Stage, so I always felt I had plenty of time. I never expected you to advance 7 without my knowledge. Yue, I need to take you to a place for secret training,” the bearded man said.
“Why?” Sholar Drunken Yue asked tersely.
“After the Seventh Stage, it’s time to prove yourself showcase your divinity. At that time, everyone in the world will recognize you. This should be what you look forward to the most, right?” the bearded man asked.
Scholar Drunken Yue nodded.
Speaking of showcasing divinity before others, the hermit couldn’t help but miss his friend, Song Shuhang. Despite their close relationship, Song Shuhang had repeatedly displayed his divinity in front of others without inviting Scholar Drunken Yue.
“I understand. Displaying divinity is a precious opportunity for us. It’s when we shine brightest,” the bearded man added.
Scholar Drunken Yue was slightly surprised by this perspective. “What about having everyone in the world know you?”
“That will still have some effect. Don’t worry,” the bearded man reassured.
Scholar Drunken Yue found the bearded man’s reassurance somewhat unsettling.
“Due to the importance of displaying divinity before others, I need to train you in secret for a period of time before you break through to the Eighth Stage Profound Sage Realm. The Seventh Stage Realm involves the development of the Nascent Soul. I will teach you the Nascent Soul techniques that belong to our tradition. When you reach the stage of displaying your divinity, with my guidance and a secret technique, your presence will explode in an instant. You’ll attract the attention of all cultivators in the universe,” the bearded man explained.
Without the appropriate Nascent Soul techniques, cultivators might forget the new Profound Sage.
“I see.” Scholar Drunken Yue nodded. “Let me prepare for this special training.”
“No need for preparations. I’ve already gathered all the pills and materials you’ll need for your cultivation. Besides, if you go back to your cave abode to prepare, I’m afraid I’ll forget about you,” the bearded man hastily said.
Scholar Drunken Yue was speechless. Although it was a harsh reality, it was still the truth.
“Then let’s set off directly,” Scholar Drunken Yue agreed. “Shall we use an immortal boat or fly on swords?”
As they conversed, a spatial gate suddenly opened above them.
Scholar Drunken Yue sensed a familiar aura descending from the sky.
The bearded man adopted a defensive posture.
“Don’t be alarmed. It’s a junior from my group,” Scholar Drunken Yue assured him.
The spatial gate closed, and a handsome young man landed unsteadily, apparently overwhelmed by the exhilarating spatial teleportation.
Scholar Drunken Yue reached out to steady him.
In his dazed state, the young man recognized a familiar face.
It was a senior from the Nine Provinces Number One Group.
Specifically…
“Let me check my phone to confirm.”
Unlocking his phone with his passcode, he navigated to the contact list and quickly found a homophone for the senior’s Daoist name—Scholar Drunken Yue.
“Senior Yue, what a coincidence. Why are you here?” Song Shuhang rubbed his temples while seeking to alleviate the effects of the intense spatial teleportation.
Scholar Drunken Yue smiled with delight. He glanced at the bearded man and said, “Did you see that? My junior from the group remembered my Daoist name!”
Brought from his cave abode to the moon, Scholar Drunken Yue was intrigued by Song Shuhang’s presence.
Meanwhile, the bearded man observed Song Shuhang attentively.
“Tyrannical Song?” the bearded man inquired.
“Yes, that’s me. May I ask who you are, Senior?” Song Shuhang greeted respectfully.
“It’s futile to reveal my Daoist name; you won’t believe it,” the bearded man dismissed.
Song Shuhang quickly realized the implication. He discreetly checked his phone and commented, “So you’re his fellow disciple.”
“No, I am his father,” the bearded man revealed.
Song Shuhang was left speechless.
He exchanged glances with the formidable Sword Saint.
At this moment, the bearded man’s gaze shifted to Song Shuhang’s… ghostly companion.
