Uncle Nine's Shock, Master Ren's Invitation.

The next day, the sun shone brightly.

"Knock, knock, knock!"

Urgent knocking came from outside Fei Luo's courtyard.

Fei Luo lazily got up and yawned.

"Coming, coming!"

Fei Luo's eyes were still blurry. As a transmigrator, he hadn't gotten used to the daily routines of the people in this world yet.

Like Uncle Nine and the others, they usually woke up at dawn.

There weren't so many entertainment facilities in this era; people generally went to bed early and woke up early.

The door opened, and Fei Luo saw Wencai outside. "Wencai, what's the matter so early in the morning?"

"Junior disciple brother, Master sent me to call you. He said Master Ren invited us for tea today, so hurry up and get ready."

"It's just tea," Fei Luo grumbled, annoyed that Wencai had disturbed his sweet dream.

Wait! Master Ren?

Doesn't that mean Master Ren's father is about to turn into a zombie?

Thinking of this crucial point, Fei Luo's sleepiness vanished completely. He immediately said, "Senior disciple brother Wencai, go inform Master immediately that I'll be there after I wash up."

With that, Fei Luo didn't even spare a glance at Wencai's bewildered expression and scurried away.

"Huh? Wasn't he sickly yesterday? Why does he seem so energetic?" Wencai scratched his head, somewhat confused.

He always felt that Fei Luo had been a bit off since yesterday.

But he couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

After thinking for a moment, Wencai scratched his head and turned to leave.

Fei Luo returned to his room, took out his washed clothes, quickly put them on, and began to wash up.

"Good heavens! A vengeful spirit in red only rewarded me with one Heaven Origin Soul Gathering Pill. Master Ren's father is an Iron Corpse, with strength comparable to a Foundation Establishment cultivator. I wonder what reward I'll get?"

Fei Luo's mind had already soared to the heavens.

He even wished he could go with his master to vanquish demons and monsters right now.

These monsters that ordinary people feared were all experience points and wealth-bringing godsends to him.

After tidying himself up for a moment, Fei Luo looked at his handsome face in the mirror, smiled slightly, and turned to leave.

"Huh? Little Luo, you..." Uncle Nine, Qiusheng, and Wencai had already gone out and happened to run into Fei Luo as he was leaving. Uncle Nine was astonished by Fei Luo's complexion.

"It's all thanks to Master's excellent medical skills. This disciple recovered after taking a dose of medicine last night," Fei Luo said with a shy smile, looking at Uncle Nine.

Fei Luo deeply respected Uncle Nine.

He could feel Uncle Nine's genuine care for him.

It was only in front of Uncle Nine that Fei Luo wouldn't act like a cold-hearted young master.

"Hmm? Recovered after one dose of medicine?" Uncle Nine said as he pulled Fei Luo over, placing two fingers on Fei Luo's arm. His expression immediately changed.

"You're at the ninth level of Qi Refining?" Uncle Nine stammered, unable to speak, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

Ninth level of Qi Refining!

How was this possible!

Upon hearing this, Qiusheng and Wencai gasped.

"Heh heh, I don't know what happened either. I just woke up like this," Fei Luo pretended to be ignorant, but inwardly he was secretly worried.

He had been trying to keep a low profile, deliberately pretending to be at the ninth level of Qi Refining, yet looking at the expressions of Uncle Nine and the other two, they were still profoundly shocked.

"What level have you cultivated your Qi Guiding Art to?" Uncle Nine felt his throat dry, and a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"This disciple is untalented and has already cultivated the Qi Guiding Art to perfection."

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Uncle Nine and the other two were petrified on the spot.

Qiusheng and Wencai's mouths hung open, as if struck by lightning.

Uncle Nine's face darkened further. "Little Luo, although you usually love to sleep in and aren't diligent in your cultivation, Master has always thought you were an honest child. Lying is a violation of the rules for a disciple of the Maoshan Sect."

Hearing Uncle Nine's voice, Fei Luo's face turned awkward. "Master, this disciple has indeed cultivated the Qi Guiding Art to perfection. If you don't believe me, look."

Fei Luo formed a hand seal, and a dense stream of energy entered his body like a whale swallowing. His lung capacity, far beyond that of ordinary people, was utilized, yet Fei Luo's expression remained unchanged, his chest not bulging, as if he were performing magic.

"This..." Uncle Nine was speechless, rubbing his eyes as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.

Yesterday, Fei Luo hadn't even achieved minor success in the Qi Guiding Art, and his cultivation was only at the third level of Qi Refining. Today, the Qi Guiding Art was perfected, and he was at the ninth level of Qi Refining?

With Uncle Nine's discerning eye, he could instantly tell that the Qi Guiding Art Fei Luo displayed was in a state of perfect unity.

A genius! Had he actually taken in a peerless genius?

Could it be that the ordeal with the evil energy had awakened Fei Luo's talent?

In the historical records of the Maoshan Sect, there had been such geniuses, but those were ancient legends, impossible to verify.

Even he, known as the youngest genius of the contemporary Maoshan Sect, had taken three years to cultivate the Qi Guiding Art to perfection.

Qiusheng was also shocked, saying, "It took me ten years to master the Qi Guiding Art, I never expected our little junior brother to perfect it in a single day, this..."

Wencai's throat went dry, "It seems I'm the most foolish one now; I'm only at the fifth level of the Qi Refining Realm, and I haven't even perfected the Qi Guiding Art after ten years."

Suddenly, Uncle Nine recalled the spiritual energy storm from last night, and his pupils constricted sharply.

That was it; it wasn't some expert passing by and cultivating here last night at all.

The source of that spiritual energy storm must have been his little disciple.

The shock in Uncle Nine's eyes turned into joy; he stared fixedly at Fei Luo, becoming more satisfied the longer he looked.

"The rise of my Maoshan Sect is in sight. I, Lin Jiu, have been blessed by the ancestors, yet I let such a perfect disciple gather dust for three years—what a sin, what a sin."

Uncle Nine was filled with emotion, silently offering a prayer to the ancestors.

In this current Age of Dharma Decline, cultivation was difficult, and finding a disciple with excellent bones was even harder.

Previously, Uncle Nine had believed his lineage was finished, and that Qiusheng and Wencai would have limited achievements in the future.

But today was different; Uncle Nine saw the hope of Fei Luo's future rise.

Perhaps Fei Luo would be the brightest star in this Age of Dharma Decline.

"The two of you, you must learn from Fei Luo from now on. It looks like Fei Luo will catch up to your master's cultivation in a few years. If you two continue to be so lazy, how will you shoulder the heavy responsibility of eliminating demons, defending the path, and protecting the righteousness of the world?" After watching Fei Luo for a long time, Uncle Nine immediately used him as a backdrop to lecture Qiusheng and Wencai.

Hearing this, Fei Luo's face was filled with awkwardness.

Qiusheng and Wencai, like deflated roosters, could only nod in agreement.

Before long, the group arrived at the bustling center of town.

Looking at the shops lining the streets, Fei Luo was filled with emotion.

Western culture was flowing into the Xia Nation during this period, causing many people to develop a mentality of fawning over foreign things.

For instance, they believed everything from the foreigners was good, while everything left behind by their ancestors was inferior.

Fei Luo shook his head, feeling somewhat skeptical.

Soon, the three arrived at the agreed-upon location, a luxurious three-story Western-style coffee shop.

Upon reaching the entrance, aside from Fei Luo, who looked like a dashing young gentleman, the rustic appearance of Uncle Nine and Wencai drew strange looks from the doorman.