After sending Ying Tianxian, whose artifact-forging skills were merely average, back to the Immortal Palace, Lu Yang's cultivation got back on track, and he devoted himself to training.
Half an hour later, a treacherous villain came along and disrupted Lu Yang's cultivation plans.
"Old Lu, I heard you went to the Immortal Palace?"
"How was it? Jealous?" Lu Yang gave a smug little snort, making Meng Jingzhou grit his teeth in frustration.
Ever since the power of the sun had grown stronger, he had become increasingly afraid to get close to women. To him, the Moon Laurel Immortal Palace was practically forbidden territory.
Meng Jingzhou hadn't expected Lu Yang to vanish right in front of him earlier. When he asked around, he learned that Lu Yang had left him behind to go enjoy himself at the Immortal Palace.
Unable to stand by and watch Lu Yang sink into depravity, Meng Jingzhou sternly reprimanded his fallen friend, jolting him back to his senses. "Jealous my ass! We cultivators should devote ourselves to training. If you spend all day wandering around and loafing about like this, you're bound to amount to nothing!"
"And how much have you cultivated this past month?"
"More or less. During the month you were gone, I went to a secret realm that opens once every three hundred years. As it happened, I ran into Long Huo. By piecing together the clues, I figured out that the spirit of the secret realm was its master. I foiled his possession plan and fought him for a while. Even though his cultivation was higher than mine, I naturally countered soul forms. After challenging him across a whole realm, I joined forces with Long Huo and caught him."
"After that, I handed the soul over to the local authorities. While waiting