However, when you thought about it, it really was not something everyone could accept—a youthful boy cultivating until he became a burly man. Mo Xiaoning was no ascetic who cared nothing for his appearance. Judging by the way he drooled whenever he saw a woman, the youthful restlessness of adolescence still stirred inside him. If he had been an ascetic devoted entirely to pursuing immortality, he would have looked quite different.
So although this technique was said to suit him, it actually did not. It seemed I still had to find a balance for his cultivation.
"Isn't it a Heaven-grade technique? But it doesn't matter. All I want now is to live carefree for as long as I have left. Reaching the Immortal Form Realm will be enough. Five taels of Tribulation Lightning Crystal a month will be plenty for me to enjoy myself. That's still better than increasing my cultivation only to die of old age! And just look at my personality—do I look like the sort who stays at home all day? I only became like this because I was forced into it!" Mo Xiaoning could not help saying.
"Senior Brother is right. In this situation, you might as well not cultivate. You can casually practice and still reach the Immortal Form Realm. If you undergo the tribulation, you'll probably be a bald, decrepit old man by then." I secretly wondered whether this was a blessing or a curse.
"All right, all right, stop talking. I'm already like this! Look, I've put on weight at my age. If I get any older, won't I end up looking like a fat dumpling?" After what I said, Mo Xiaoning hurriedly clutched his head, his face turning pale with fright.
The group of female immortals all giggled. I shook my head