Sitting in Meditation (A Gift for the Mysteriously Feeble-Minded!)

"Alas..."

Back mountain.

After casually burning several Foundation Establishment demonic cultivators to death, Aaron scattered their ashes over the spiritual herb garden and let out another faint sigh.

He was not particularly worried about the upheaval within the sect.

Because he did not care, he had no attachments...

Even Bai Caiwei was merely that much to him...

What worried him was his own problem.

After all, Old Monster Fang's identity was already over four hundred years old. In another hundred years, it would inevitably reach the lifespan limit of a Core Formation cultivator!

When that time came, this act would be impossible to keep up!

"Still, I can announce to the outside world that I obtained a life-extending spirit pill. Even Azure Pill can live another hundred years—why can't I?"

"But that only treats the symptoms, not the root cause..."

"And a hundred-odd years is far too short. What can I even accomplish? Must I create another identity? Hmm... I could take in one final disciple, have him form his core within a century, then wear that identity and keep muddling along for another four hundred years..."

Aaron was more inclined toward the latter plan.

He had even thought of this sixth disciple's name: Song Zhong!

"Surname Song, given name Zhong—he shall see this old man to his end. Not bad, not bad..."

Aaron had already become quite proficient at creating a person who did not exist at all.

For example, after some time, he would announce to the outside world that he had taken in a final disciple.

But in truth, this final disciple simply did not exist...

Then, every so often, he would disguise himself as that person and reveal strength at the Foundation Establishment, Foundation Establishment Late Stage, and Core Formation realms...

It would merely be a