The old monks originally had a very vague concept of time.
In the Frozen Mountain Temple, three hundred thousand years was merely an estimate.
But ever since Fang Ling came to them, the days became clearer one by one.
In the span of three hundred thousand years, eighteen years could be easily overlooked.
Yet for them, these past eighteen years felt more real than any time before.
At this moment, the five of them were brewing tea and discussing the Dao at the stone table in front of the hall.
Suddenly, an extraordinary aura surged from the direction of the back mountain.
"He's broken through the Phecda Realm and reached the Megrez Realm!" The old monk stroked his long brows and smiled slightly.
"At the age of eighteen, to reach this realm purely by his own talent without any cultivation resources..."
The Flower Thief, with his legs crossed, clicked his tongue and said, "Back in the day, I was the crown prince of the Li Kingdom, with endless resources at my disposal, but at eighteen, I was only at the mid-Merak Realm."
"The seven realms of martial arts:Dubhe, Merak, Phecda, Megrez, Alioth, Mizar, Alkaid." Zhao Manzi murmured.
"To break through martial arts and enter the path of immortality, one must often reach the Alkaid Realm before a thousand years old.
With Little Fang Ling's current momentum, he will surely reach the Alkaid Realm before a hundred years old. Such talent is truly terrifying!
The suffering of having his heart cut out, eyes gouged, and bones scraped was not in vain. With the blessing of the Heart of the Demon Ancestor, his Chaos Sacred Body has evolved to an extremely terrifying degree."
"Although life in the Frozen Mountain Temple is stable, he has no other cultivation resources besides some of the fat guy's poisonous insects," Sword Demon also spoke.
"They say it's best to light the seven stars early. I think it's time for this little guy to go down the mountain and explore on his own.
At the age of five, he had already condensed the Blood Sword.
Over the years, he has learned my three strongest sword moves.
Slay Dragon, Ask Heaven, Repress Hell—he has mastered them all. As long as he doesn't encounter those old monsters outside, he can protect himself.
Manzi, how is his Gluttony Divine Art coming along? Blood Sword and Gluttony Divine Art, cultivating them simultaneously is more efficient."
Zhao Manzi: "This little guy completed the internal method three years ago, his stomach is like a glutton.
But he seems to have innovated, and it counts as a success.
In the future, he will refine his sword with blood and his body with flesh, killing one person to practice two methods, achieving twice the result with half the effort."
"Grandmaster, what do you think?" He looked at the white-browed old monk resting with his eyes closed.
The old monk slowly opened his eyes and said, "Amitabha Buddha! The little guy's wings have grown, it's time for him to soar.
He shouldn't be confined to this small Frozen Mountain Temple with us old immortals."
He has comprehended the top divine power of Buddhism, the Manji incantation.
The Golden Soul Spell I placed in his sea of consciousness back then, he can now freely control, ensuring the safety of his soul.
At the age of three, he could already perform the Flower Thief's Divine Movement Step. Even if he encounters danger, he can turn it into safety.
There's nothing to worry about."
"Grandmaster's words are indeed clear. This kid's Divine Movement Step has reached the second level. As long as he doesn't provoke those old monsters, he can roam the world freely," the Flower Thief laughed heartily, extremely proud.
"I even taught him the Steal Fragrance Finger, so he won't be tricked by women in the future, hehe!"
"We agreed not to teach such disreputable things, but you did it anyway!" Sword Demon snorted coldly, quite disdainful.
"Why is it disreputable? Back then, many people coveted my Steal Fragrance Finger!" The Flower Thief immediately got defensive.
"Little Fang Ling learning this skill will come in handy sooner or later! Your murderous and cannibalistic demonic arts are no more reputable!"
"Alright, stop arguing, Little Fang Ling is coming," the fat guy said, his face shaking with his words.
"We are all his masters, don't embarrass yourselves in front of the disciple."
Fang Ling heard their bickering from afar, but he was already used to it.
Eighteen years had passed, and he had grown into an adult.
Who would have thought that the pitiful infant from back then would grow into such a handsome young man?
The grown-up Fang Ling was full of heroic spirit, with an aura of profound mystery.
The blood eyes that regrew back then now looked like normal eyes.
Only when the blood eyes unleashed their power would they reveal their true form.
"Back then, my masters said that once I reached the Megrez Realm, I could go down the mountain.
I wonder if that promise still holds?" Fang Ling walked to the stone table and asked.
The old monk nodded slightly, "Of course, with your current realm and skills, you are more than capable of going down the mountain.
We've told you a lot about the world below the mountain.
But we've been isolated in this broken temple for three hundred thousand years, some things might be different from what we told you. When you encounter situations, be smart."
"Disciple will remember Grandmaster's teachings!" Fang Ling bowed.
The Flower Thief: "The women down the mountain are all tigers, Little Fang Ling, you must keep your distance from them.
Especially beautiful women, the more beautiful they are, the more you should stay away, most of them are not good."
Zhao Manzi and the others were surprised to hear the world's number one Flower Thief say such things, and they looked at him in astonishment.
"Why are you looking at me? Am I wrong?" The Flower Thief shrugged, speechless.
Fang Ling: "Flower Master, rest assured, if I see a woman, I'll cut her down with one sword, I won't say a word!"
"That's my boy." Sword Demon smiled with satisfaction, "Remember, without women in your heart, swordsmanship comes naturally!"
Zhao Manzi looked at Fang Ling with some concern and said, "Although you have some cultivation now, in the vast world of cultivation, there are many stronger than you."
Be careful in everything, don't be too arrogant. We are trapped in the Frozen Mountain, if something happens, no one can help you, you can only rely on yourself. we knows you want to avenge those who cut out your heart, gouged your eyes, scraped your bones, and killed your entire clan.
But don't rush, as long as you keep getting stronger, one day you will have your revenge!"
"Master Manzi, rest assured, I have deeply understood the principle of 'Hidden Dragon Should Not Be Used, Hide One's Strength and Keep a Low Profile,'" Fang Ling replied.
Finally, he looked at the fat master, who was like a mountain of flesh, wanting to hear his advice.
But the fat master was usually silent, and seemed to have nothing to say.
After a long wait, he finally squeezed out a sentence: "Remember to eat on time outside."
"Got it!" Fang Ling nodded, then took a few steps back.
Facing the five masters who raised him and taught him skills, he bowed deeply.
"Disciple will diligently cultivate and practice divine powers. One day, I will break the Ten Directions Annihilation Formation and set you free!"
Although he knew his five masters were all heinous villains.
In this world, anyone could despise and hate them, but only he, Fang Ling, must show them filial piety and respect.
"Go on!" The old monk smiled kindly and waved his hand.
Fang Ling turned and walked straight towards the gate of the Frozen Mountain Temple.
At the moment he pushed open the door, the wind swayed, and flowers fell.
A gust of peach blossom wind blew in, entering this tranquil ancient temple deep in the mountains...
Back then, he came with peach blossoms, and now, with a few petals falling on his shoulders, he left with peach blossoms as well.
Proofreader & Editor: Peter Pan

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