Preparing to Break Through to Spirit Transformation, Comprehending the Exiled Immortal Realm

Teng Li's expression turned grave. He looked at Luo Chuan with a face full of bewilderment, unable to understand what the man meant by that statement.

As the dignified Young Master of Teng Family City, gifted with extraordinary talent and a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivation base, his future achievements were supposed to be limitless. Yet, he had just been described as something so pathetic.

Could it be that in Luo Chuan's eyes, he was truly that fragile?

Teng Huayuan personally poured a cup of tea for Luo Chuan, asking with a solemn expression, "Senior Luo Chuan, I wonder what you meant by that remark? Could it be that a catastrophe is about to befall my Teng family?"

"It is only out of consideration for that Dragon Turtle Armor that This Seat is telling you this. Otherwise, the life or death of the Teng family has nothing to do with This Seat."

Hearing this, Teng Huayuan instinctively looked toward his great-great-grandson, Teng Li. If this were true, they would indeed need to make preparations in advance; otherwise, the punishment awaiting the Teng family would be unimaginable.

Teng Huayuan knelt before Luo Chuan, kowtowing and bowing again as he asked, "Then... how can I avert the death tribulation of my grandson?"

"He must not leave this place for even half a step within a hundred years, and he must not hunt down other cultivators. Otherwise, no one will be able to protect your Teng family."

Luo Chuan slowly stood up. After glancing at Teng Li, he said nothing more, turned around, and vanished from the spot.

As for taking Teng Li as a disciple, he had no interest whatsoever. After all, Teng Li was no good; if he were allowed to grow, he might even stab him in the back.

After all, in the world of Renegade Immortal, backstabbing between masters and disciples was the most normal thing in the world. Especially the likes of Devil Lord Six Desires and Heavenly Devil Loose Cultivator, or Vermilion Bird Child and Gan Feng—none of them were decent people.

Seeing that Luo Chuan had left the Teng residence, Teng Li said with a look of disdain, "Great-Grandfather, I feel like this guy is just exaggerating here."

"I, Teng Li, am gifted with extraordinary talent. It is only a matter of time before I break through to the Spirit Transformation realm. Besides, I will have the envoy Lin Yi take me as his disciple in the future, so what is there to fear?"

Teng Huayuan instinctively clenched his fists and sighed softly, "Originally, I intended for you to apprentice under him, but I did not expect Luo Chuan to refuse directly... However, you must take his words to heart. Do you understand?"

Teng Li curled his lips, looking completely indifferent.

He was the Young Master of Teng Family City, a Foundation Establishment Late Stage cultivator, and the apple of his great-grandfather's eye.

Since he was young, Teng Li had been killing people, and his great-grandfather had told him that as long as they were within Teng Family City, everything belonged to him.

If anyone refused to give him what he wanted, he would simply kill them to eliminate future trouble.

Seeing that Li'er did not take the matter to heart, Teng Huayuan sighed deeply. He said nothing more, turned around, and left the area.

He hoped that such a thing would not come to pass.

After returning to the Hengyue Sect, True Person Huanglong told Luo Chuan what had happened, including the fact that all the disciples of the Mystic Dao Sect had joined the Hengyue Sect.

Only a small number were unwilling to join and chose to leave the Mystic Dao Sect. As for where they went, no one cared to look.

Luo Chuan did not concern himself with this matter either. He was looking forward to the upcoming cleanup of the Outer Realm Battlefield; as for other matters, they were merely trivial details.

Liu Mei walked over with tea at this moment, placing it respectfully on the table before saying in a soft, gentle voice, "Master, please have some tea."

Luo Chuan nodded. He looked at Liu Mei and said calmly, "You should also focus on your closed-door cultivation recently. Strive to break through to the Foundation Establishment Middle Stage within four years."

The minimum cultivation level to enter the Outer Realm Battlefield was the Foundation Establishment Realm, and Liu Mei had not even reached that stage yet, so she naturally had to accelerate her cultivation speed.

Liu Mei pursed her cherry lips and replied softly, "This disciple understands."

Watching Liu Mei turn and leave, True Person Huanglong looked at Luo Chuan with a strange expression. "Old Ancestor, why did you take Liu Mei as your disciple? Although her talent is decent, she possesses a Natural Charm Body after all..."

Luo Chuan waved his hand at True Person Huanglong and smiled faintly, "I have my own judgment. After all, such things are matters of fate."

Hearing this, True Person Huanglong only shook his head. He seemed to know Liu Mei's true identity, but seeing Luo Chuan's attitude, he did not continue to speak.

He hoped that no major incidents would occur.

Otherwise, he would truly have to leave the Hengyue Sect early and head elsewhere to continue his cultivation, keeping a close watch on the Immortal Remnant Clan within the Vermilion Bird Planet.

Upon returning to the back mountain, Luo Chuan decided to enter closed-door cultivation, striving to break through to the Spirit Transformation realm as soon as possible. Only in this way could he obtain more cultivation resources and the like.

For a cultivator to break through to the Spirit Transformation realm, they needed to comprehend something called an "Artistic Conception." This originated from the cultivator's Great Dao spiritual power.

It could be detachment, madness, laziness, time, life and death, or filial piety.

The simplest method among them was like the Heaven-Reaching Tower envoy, Lin Yi—choosing to comprehend the artistic conception of another cultivator to gain their insights and break through to the Spirit Transformation realm.

However, such cultivators were usually quite weak and found it difficult to improve further in their lifetime, which was why they chose to inherit the artistic conceptions of others to break through their own cultivation.

The artistic conception in Luo Chuan's heart was that of the "Exiled Immortal." Therefore, having broken through to the Nascent Soul Late Stage, it was quite difficult for him to fully comprehend it.

The Exiled Immortal artistic conception was not like the previous ones, but it was similar to illusion-based conceptions like life and death or time. Once unleashed, he would be virtually invincible among those of the same realm.

Coupled with the help of the Seven-Colored Ultimate Realm, unless a Spirit Transformation powerhouse attacked with everything they had, killing him here would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

In the following two years, the situation within the Zhao Kingdom remained as it always had.

Cultivators did not have a strong sense of time. After all, they possessed long lifespans; as long as they did not encounter any danger, everything else could be ignored.

During these two years, Luo Chuan's strength had reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Late Stage. He was only a step away from breaking through to the Spirit Transformation realm, requiring only a complete comprehension of his artistic conception.

"The comprehension of the artistic conception is already at eighty percent. It seems I must find a place to break through."

In the quiet room, Luo Chuan, dressed in white Daoist robes, slowly opened his eyes. He clenched his fists, feeling the energy fluctuations within his body.

He understood in his heart that to establish a foothold in the Zhao Kingdom, he had to break through to the Spirit Transformation realm in advance.

Luo Chuan brushed the dust off his shoulders, placed one hand behind his back, and with a flash, his figure instantly appeared on a mountain peak a hundred miles away.

To be safe, Luo Chuan did not break through immediately. Instead, he chose to set up a formation here to prevent other cultivators from disturbing him.

Luo Chuan placed his hands in front of his chest, touching his index fingers and thumbs together to form a diamond shape. He then chanted softly, and a brilliant golden light erupted from his fingertips.

"Open!"

The pillar of light shot straight into the clouds, and a majestic surge of energy instantly enveloped the entire mountain peak, completely isolating this place from other cultivators.