The Boundary of the Cooked Man's Life is to Eat Yourself!

Mu Rong looked at the steamed bun. The soft, glutinous dough was slightly sticky.

After bouncing and colliding in the river of time for thousands of years, the steamed bun had become extremely soft now.

"Grandpa, you eat too."

Mu Rong pushed the other steamed bun over.

"Grandpa's mouth isn't good. I don't like to eat soft things."

The Old Monk picked up the steamed bun and pushed it back. "Eat quickly, or it will be cold!"

"Thank you, Grandpa! After eating, I'll have the strength to cultivate!"

Mu Rong no longer pushed it back and ate it with a big mouth.

The soft glutinous rice entered the stomach, and a warm current flowed through his whole body.

"Grandpa, you only have one bun."

Mu Rong put down the steamed bun and asked at the door.

The sword washing pool was still there. The house was tidy and clean, but there were few living things.

The Old Monk tidied up the vegetables and his movements paused.

The old man's hands stopped in mid-air, and a trace of sadness fell.

"They've all gone."

The Old Monk picked up a bite of the bun and ate it, his expression calm as if he was talking about something trivial.

"My son and grandson left many years ago. They said they were going to find the Star of Hope. They never came back. My grandson... ah... that year's Starfall also didn't bring them back."

The house fell into a dead silence.

There was also the faint scent of sandalwood from the disciple's clothes.

In this world where even weeds could save people, the death of ordinary people was not even worth a single character.

Mu Rong put down the steamed bun, stood up, and walked to the Old Monk.

He reached out his small hand and patted the old man's back.

"Grandpa, don't be sad."

The Old Monk's body trembled slightly.

He looked up, and a smile appeared on the old man's wrinkled face. He waved his hand.

"You brat, what are you talking about? Father already saw through you long ago. People live their lives looking forward."

He reached out and patted Mu Rong's shoulder:

"Old Father, I'm not asking you to abandon me. It's just..."

Mu Rong felt the warmth of the old monk's large hand.

This kind of warmth was rare, but facing his own determined son, it was the most reassuring backing.

"Master, Father."

Mu Rong raised his head, his clear eyes directly piercing the old monk's.

"I want to enter the Demon Blade Academy. I want to become a true Demon Blade."

"Only with a strong physique can one command. Only with armor can one pay the price for those who were once high above."

The old monk paused, then burst into laughter.

"Good! You have ambition!"

He put down his tea bowl and the old monk took out a brocade bag, opening it. Inside was a gleaming, colorful, high-quality Demon Blade.

"Our Demon Blade Academy accepts disciples, but it also requires resources. Father will go and get you some resources."

"It's just that..."

Mu Rong's face was full of worry.

"Now that I've entered the Academy, I've already made a name for myself. Moreover, I have a strong physique."

In the outside world, there was no strong physique to open the door. Mu Rong was worried.

"Strong physique? That's good, that's good!"

The old monk laughed heartily.

"Tomorrow morning, Father will take you to the capital to open a spot."

"The Demon Blade Academy officially opens in a few days, so you don't need to worry. Hmph!"

The night was like ink.

The moon had sunk into the dark clouds, and only a few sparse stars occasionally broke through the darkness.

Mu Rong lay on the hard wooden bed, his nose tip slightly tickling with the scent of the faint light that had just descended.

It had been years. For the first time, he didn't need to force himself to stay awake through half the night, didn't need to force himself to endure the pain of digging out his own flesh and blood.

He felt safe.

A long-lost sense of security slowly spread through his body.

But there was still a trace.

He turned over and sat up.

"Get out."

His mind was clear, his soul power surged.

The surrounding body temperature dropped rapidly.

An Ice Crystal giant python coiled out from behind him, its tail flicking up and finally resting on his hip.

"Roar—"

The Ice Phoenix spat out a ball of light, a cold gleam flashing in its eyes.

Mu Rong reached out his hand, gently stroking the python's scales.

The touch was icy, hard as jade.

A faint, cold aura seeped into his body, bringing with it an unbearable numbness.

"Poison."

Mu Rong looked at the faint red glow on his fingertip, as if he had just realized something.

His own martial spirit, apart from the Ice Element, also possessed a special poison.

He could use it himself, causing numbness and pain to his own body, maintaining a cold and proud posture during battle.

But if used on others...

As long as the Ice Phoenix bit someone, or the cold aura invaded, the martial spirit would slowly spread numbness, and the poison would invade the soul.

This was truly heaven-defying's control system.

"That little jade pendant, it actually has a product, but some of the principles are not entirely wrong."

Mu Rong looked at the ice scales on his hip.

Usually, the martial spirit was attached to the body, and it couldn't be like this, let alone have scales that could pierce through flesh and blood.

The moment of awakening was the trace of the Dragon Transformation.

The moment the Soul Body needed to awaken, that sense of self-reliance and deep-rooted sorrow was unbearable.

"But it's just..."

"Dragon Transformation, ascending to the heavens."

Mu Rong smiled faintly.

On the continent of the Nine Provinces, it was easy to leap beyond the boundaries of mortals.

Ordinary mortals, where would they find a trace of a dragon? To transform into a dragon, it would require the accumulation of five generations of mortals.

Each generation had to absorb the Spirit Seed of the Ice Grass and the Soul Fragment of the Ice Dragon, constantly accumulating.

Not to mention finding those so-called Dragon Soul Fragments.

The time leap alone was enough to cause any race in the Mortal Realm to turn to ashes.

"But I can't wait for five generations."

Mu Rong's expression was solemn. Mu Rong was the Dragon King or the Dragon God.

The Nine Provinces Continent did not interfere with the Mortal Realm. It was a blessing to live in a small city.

But thinking that in the future, the Soul Body would develop greatly with the Great Dragon God, Mu Rong felt it was too much of a joke.

He had to be more careful and cherish it.

"Immortal Grass."

Mu Rong's words drifted in the sea of consciousness.

The Ice Fire Dragon General.

That Earthly King Dragon, with its Ice Grass body, Nine-Colored Phoenix Tail, and Ice Dragon Soul... these were the prerequisites for Dragon Transformation.

Fortunately, he had cultivated for twenty-six years.

At this moment, he was no longer the same as before. His strength was already comparable to the Dragon God or the Dragon Saint.

"Mu Rong is the son of the early knowing and foresight."

Mu Rong's lips curled up with a trace of coldness.

Twenty-six years of time leap, enough for him to be reborn. He had relied on the Immortal Grass to achieve his current achievements.

Mu Rong...

"Everyone covets the position of Sect Master, everyone wants to be the Sect Master."

In this world where the weak are preyed upon by the strong, the sect master's position was exceptionally alluring, and it was also the only thing that could distinguish the two clear-headed individuals.

"If I am destined to die, then I will die. If I am destined to live, then I will live."

"Take what you have, eliminate what you fear."

"Only by being the master of your own destiny can you achieve enlightenment."

"But I won't be as unscrupulous as you. I only have a relationship with Jade Little Blade, and I'm clear about my intentions. However, the sect master's position will definitely be lonely."

Mu Rong retracted his gaze, and the oppressive aura disappeared.

He stepped down.

This chapter, the sect master's position was finally vacated.