An Ancestral Witch of Journey to the West

A day and night later, Lu Ren emerged from the Inner World Universe, rubbing his waist. He could not help letting out a long sigh. Unless he reached the Celestial Immortal Realm, he would ultimately be unable to match Ao Li's level. Even with only a wisp of true spirit remaining, she still possessed unimaginable might.

He had never considered releasing her for the time being. Once she emerged, she might very well make Lu Ren repay tenfold everything he had done to her.

Just thinking about it made Lu Ren shudder. If she really made him pay it back tenfold or a hundredfold, would both his kidneys not shrivel up from it?!

He would wait until he entered the Celestial Immortal Realm. Perhaps he would find a way later to make Ao Li sign a contract, so she would not target him so relentlessly.

After completing his daily cultivation, Lu Ren went out onto the streets to buy some food and wolfed it down. Over the years, aside from certain special incidents, Lu Ren had basically never neglected his cultivation. Every day without fail, he cultivated for four hours, then rested on Saturdays and Sundays.

That was equivalent to working nine to five every day and clocking in and out, with rather the air of dragging his feet.

Although this grinding effort was utterly insignificant compared to the proficiency needed for the World Honored One Heart Sutra to advance again, cultivating step by step into the next stage would take at least thirty or forty thousand years.

Perhaps to cultivators of other modern immortal dao systems, Lu Ren's cultivation progress was unimaginably fast. But to Lu Ren, this progress was dozens or even hundreds of times slower than a turtle's crawl.

His daily cultivation only added two or three