March flew by.
Since getting the promise from Elder Han last time, Mo Juren felt relieved and stayed in the room to practice while quietly waiting for news from the other party. If Han Lao can't do it, then it's useless no matter how hard you try, you can only think about it in the long term.
Since the beginning of the Tainan Society, most of his energy has been consumed in busyness and calculations, and he has almost never practiced seriously. This time I calmed down and the effect was immediately apparent. It took less than a month to break through to the eighth level of Qi training. Now it has reached the peak of the eighth level and is about to break through again.
Of course, this also has a lot to do with the completion of the first-level wood attribute bloodline. The speed of absorbing wood attribute spiritual energy has more than doubled than before.
One thing to mention here is that bloodline and spiritual roots are different. They are two completely different systems. Even if there are bloodlines with other attributes, they only affect the evolution of the body and will not interfere with the absorption of spiritual energy.
This is more similar to the cultivation path of monsters. Low-level monsters, with their intelligence, only rely on instinct to fight and devour each other, constantly evolving their own bloodline, and sublimating the essence of life. In addition, most of its time is spent in deep sleep, and the amount of spiritual energy it absorbs is only passive, and the amount is very small.
This is also one of the reasons why the monster's cultivation speed is too slow. Only after the monster transforms, its essence has improved, its spiritual intelligence has also been greatly enhanced, and it understands the importance of active cultivation, then it starts to practice the technique.
However, the demon clan's techniques were completely created based on its own characteristics and belonged to another system, which was very different from the human clan. Moreover, what determines the success or failure of his practice is not his spiritual roots, but his bloodline and physique.
Thinking of this, Mo Juren couldn't help but think to himself that his path of cultivation is a combination of the two systems of the human race and the demon race. So, what will be the end point in the future? Ascend to immortality? Or is it the incarnation of a true spirit-like existence in heaven and earth?
His thoughts wandered a bit, and the room became extremely quiet for a while.
Several days passed, and there was still no news about Han Lao.
Mo Juren's expectations gradually decreased, and he thought to himself that it was understandable that the other party would not give up such a rare spiritual bird as the golden feathered eagle.
What's more, although he has the reputation of a genius talisman master and is a junior whom Elder Han values, he cannot cover up his shortcomings of poor cultivation qualifications. How could a monk who was destined to be unable to go far on the path of spiritual practice be worthy of the Golden Feather Eagle? Even if it is just a cub, it is rare to find.
His guess was generally correct. In fact, three months ago, when Elder Han visited Gu Xianzi, the elder of Wanling Hall, for the first time and told his purpose of coming, he was immediately rejected by the other party. Gu Ying did not ask about Mo Juren's qualifications, but bluntly stated that she planned to raise Jin Yudiao's heir herself and had no intention of selling it to others.
Such a determined attitude immediately made the apprentice Bai Xuan speechless. She originally wanted to help with a good word, but she suddenly stopped and did not dare to say another word. It was precisely because I didn't help that I felt a little guilty, so I was too embarrassed to contact Mo Juren later.
Of course, things didn't end there. In other words, since Mr. Han dared to come, he naturally knew what Mo Juren was going through and had made sufficient preparations in advance.
Afterwards, the two communicated for a while through sound transmission, and they didn't know what Elder Han said. Gu Ying, who was originally resolute, suddenly hesitated.
After thinking for a long time, he finally relaxed and could entrust Little Jinyu to Mo Juren after three months when he has grown a little.
That's right, it's a trust, not a transfer. Just let him take care of it, and only on the day when he can truly build the foundation will he be qualified to truly become the master of the Golden Feather Eagle. There is also a time limit set here, five years at the latest. If it is exceeded, the spirit bird must be returned immediately.
It can be seen that after Gu Ying learned about Mo Juren's situation, she was very dissatisfied with him. She might not be able to successfully build the foundation of the Four Spiritual Roots in this life.
Elder Han knew that this was the other party's final bottom line. And it depends on the premise that there is a deep connection between the two parties. Otherwise, even if he makes a lot of promises, it will still be impossible to convince the other party.
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Early this morning, a rainbow light came from mid-air and instantly disappeared into a certain room.
Mo Juren, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, raised his arm quickly, and caught the flying object, which turned out to be a transmission note.
"Come to the side hall immediately."
Hearing Mr. Han's familiar voice, Mo Juren's heart moved.
Could it be that the matter is done?
Without any delay, he released his flying magic weapon and shot through the air towards the top of the mountain.
His guess was correct. After entering the side hall, he immediately saw Wang Ping and the small white eagle on his shoulder. At this time, the other party was feeding the meat sticks one by one, with a look of love on his face.
"Junior Brother Mo, you're here." Sensing his arrival, Wang Ping turned around and said hello.
"Where's Mr. Han?"
Mo Juren was a little confused when he didn't see the shadow of the other party after he came in.
"I just received a summons from the leader. It seems that something happened and I left temporarily." Wang Ping shook his head slightly, obviously not knowing the specific reason.
"Is this the young golden-feathered eagle?" Mo Juren walked closer and looked at the young white eagle on the other person's shoulder. He was full of confusion. Why is it white?
"Yes, the only young golden-feathered eagle in the whole sect was obtained by you, junior brother." Wang Ping sighed softly, his dull expression changed slightly, with a hint of envy.
"Mr. Han is really kind to you, junior brother. I don't know what conditions he agreed to to make Uncle Gu agree to entrust Xiaodiao to you."
"Entrust?" Mo Juren heard the hidden meaning in the other party's words.
"That's right." Wang Ping nodded, and then explained, "Although Junior Uncle Gu agreed to Elder Han's request, there were conditions. Junior brother must break through to the foundation building stage within five years, otherwise, the little eagle must be returned to its original owner. .
Five years? Very generous.
Mo Juren probably guessed what Uncle Gu was thinking. A waste of immortality cultivation with four spiritual roots might not be able to reach the foundation building stage in fifty years, let alone five years. Giving the Golden Feather Eagle to such a person would be a complete waste of natural resources.
However, Uncle Gu will probably be disappointed. If he can't build a foundation in five years, then he might as well stop cultivating immortality and leave as soon as possible.
In the following time, Wang Ping patiently explained some things about the raising of young golden feather eagles, and then said goodbye and left. As for Xiaodiao, he was already standing on Mo Juren's shoulders.
Although this little guy is not big, he is quite intelligent. He probably felt his kindness and did not reject him too much. For him, who has experience raising cloud-winged birds, how to get along with them is still very simple. Through feeding again and again, in a short time, he has become familiar with each other.
"It's just that it's a golden-feathered eagle, but why is it all white with no trace of gold? Could it be that it's a cross-breed?"
He muttered something softly, but unexpectedly, the white eagle's pupils suddenly shrank, and the bird's beak pecked hard like a sharp thorn.
