However, he had far too little information in hand to make any more detailed guesses or judgments.
"The Chen uncle and nephew... should still have clan members alive. Perhaps their kin know something about the 'Primordial Star Relic.'"
A cold glint flashed through Wei Tu's eyes.
Half a month later.
Chang Xianweng, the first cultivator to bathe in the Dragon Marrow Spring, emerged from seclusion. A faint joy showed on his face, his skin rosy beneath its pallor. He looked like a child with white hair, and his spiritual pressure had risen by a small measure compared to before his bath.
"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Chang. Having cured this stubborn ailment, once you return to your Ailao Cliff abode, you should have hope of Spirit Transformation."
Hermit Kaiyang's eyes showed envy as he offered his congratulations.
"Same to you, same to you."
Chang Xianweng laughed loudly, casually took out two jugs of spiritual wine, and gave one each to Wei Tu and Hermit Kaiyang. After saying, "May we meet again if fate allows," he rode a cloud westward and departed Worry-Free Mountain.
Wei Tu had not expected that, after only a single meeting with Chang Xianweng, he would receive a jug of spiritual wine worth no small sum.
This was fourth-tier spiritual wine, brimming with medicinal potency and no weaker than a low-grade fourth-tier spirit pill. Chang Xianweng's generosity was plain to see.
"After using the Dragon Marrow Spring to mend his foundation this time, he truly has gained several more chances at Spirit Transformation. If he has suitable Nascent Soul-supplementing spiritual items on him... he should be able to achieve Spirit Transformation within a century."
"This is indeed something worth celebrating."
Wei Tu's cultivation was already close to the peak of Spirit Transformation, so his insight was naturally sharp.