Great Bamboo Peak.
For Great Bamboo Peak, this was destined to be a sleepless night.
Spiritual energy surged in waves, like water boiling over in a pot.
Inside the main hall of the watchtower.
Tian Buyi stood with his hands behind his back by the window, watching one after another flash of spiritual light appear in the direction of the disciples' quarters.
His chubby face wore an expression of utter complexity.
"Buyi."
"Stop staring. The children have all had their fortunes."
Su Ru stood quietly behind him, holding a cup of hot tea.
"Fortunes?"
"That's my fortune!"
Tian Buyi turned around and took the teacup.
But he didn't drink. Instead, he set it down heavily on the table.
"Do you know how many precious things that brat has ruined?"
"That Purple Gold Ginseng—I raised it for a full fifty years! Fifty years!"
Tian Buyi clutched his chest, looking as if he were having a heart attack.
"Enough. Stop pretending."
"If that Purple Gold Ginseng could get Daren and the others to break through as a group, you'd probably be eager to hand the entire herb garden over to Seventh."
Su Ru covered her mouth and chuckled.
"That depends on the results!"
"If these little brats haven't made much progress by tomorrow morning..."
His thoughts exposed, Tian Buyi's old face reddened. He grumbled as he sat down.
"Hmph!"
"I'll make Seventh learn what it means to respect his elders!"
Though he said that, Tian Buyi kept his spiritual sense spread over the disciples' quarters, protecting his apprentices as they cultivated.
He was afraid their sudden breakthroughs might cause some trouble.
The next morning.
As the first ray of sunlight pierced the clouds and shone upon Great Bamboo Peak,
a mighty aura suddenly erupted from Song Daren's room.
Then came another.