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Sixty years later.
Medicine King Sect.
Inside a certain spirit-energy-rich cave abode.
Rumble!
A heavenly phenomenon appeared. Spiritual energy transformed into a vortex—the sign of Core Formation!
The passing cultivators all turned to look, their expressions incomparably complicated. "A mixed spiritual root forming a core... the ancestor's descendant truly throws his weight around!"
"He's only cultivated for sixty-odd years, hasn't he? And he's already formed a core?"
"Alas... if only I were the descendant of a Spirit Transformation cultivator."
"I heard that when this person established his foundation, he swallowed more than a dozen Foundation Establishment Pills before barely succeeding... Only our Medicine King Sect could tolerate that. In any other sect, there would've been a massive uproar long ago... The competition among that batch of Foundation Establishment seeds was especially fierce because of it. Quite a few unlucky people ranked near the bottom directly lost their chance at Foundation Establishment and regretted it for the rest of their lives..."
Naturally, they only dared say such things through voice transmission, or keep them in their hearts.
When an ordinary-looking youth in green robes emerged from the cave abode, the disciples hurriedly bowed. "Congratulations on forming your core, Martial Uncle! Martial Granduncle!"
Within cultivation sects, aside from the first three generations, seniority was determined by cultivation level.
Those calling him Martial Uncle were Foundation Establishment disciples, while those calling him Martial Granduncle were naturally fledgling Qi Refinement cultivators.
After sixty years of bitter cultivation, I've finally achieved Golden Core perfection...
Fang Lang's heart brimmed with excitement.
That ancestor had met him once and then ignored him thereafter. Thus, the one who had truly taught him the path of cultivation was Shen Wanshui!
This Nascent Soul teacher treated him very well. After Fang Lang established his foundation, he had even specially