"Secondly, when the Moving Mountain Spirit Transformation Technique absorbs Earth Soul Power, purity must always come first. You must never rush it." Huang Yunsi continued.
"This disciple understands." Lu Sheng nodded again.
One taught while the other listened, both of them utterly serious.
The huge commotion Wang Dong had caused had made him famous throughout the entire Moving Mountain Sect overnight.
The last time had been when he had first joined the sect and sent a testing instructor flying.
But compared to last time, his reputation was clearly much better this time.
In the shadows, the Thousand Mountain Society's traditional faction, which had originally been shrinking rapidly, began to raise its head again, taking the opportunity to regain some vitality with the backing of several elders.
Moreover, most traditional disciples gradually began citing Wang Dong, a Spirit Seed disciple, in their words and actions. They claimed that the traditional Moving Mountain Spirit Transformation Technique was not utterly worthless after all—after all, even one of the Five Great Spirit Seeds had chosen this cultivation method.
This undercurrent gradually made some elders attempting to push reforms through new cultivation methods somewhat dissatisfied.
At this time, the team originally headed for the Ten Thousand Spirits Cave had been delayed for more than a week because of Lu Sheng.
But soon, the newly scheduled departure date would arrive.
Inside the villa.
Wang Jing was still asleep, while Lu Sheng had packed all his luggage and was ready to leave tomorrow.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The faint sound of water droplets came from one corner of the villa's main hall. It was the steady tapping of a water timer.
Lu Sheng sat upright on a meditation cushion on the floor, looking at the two unexpected visitors before him.
Sitting across from him were Zhao Quangen, the