Cultivation Knows No Passage of Time

Huang Gong patted the wine gourd hanging at his waist and said with satisfaction, "All right, I've delivered the message. Whether you go or not is up to you. I've gained some new insights now and need to enter seclusion for a while. Once I emerge, I'll treat you to a meal at the Gathering Immortal Pavilion."

Lu Ren was genuinely surprised. "Even an iron rooster plucks its feathers now? That really is unexpected."

Huang Gong grunted. "What kind of person do you take me for? I'm very generous, all right? You can't just drink wine dry—you need some dishes to go with it for it to have any flavor. The Gathering Immortal Pavilion has plenty of good stuff. I've made some money over the years, so I can still afford to treat someone to a meal."

Huang Gong chatted for a while longer, drank some wine, and ate a few snacks before commenting, "These mortal braised dishes are actually not bad once they get here. They're rich in spiritual energy and leave a fragrant taste in the mouth."

Huang Gong rose and entered the room opposite. Once the door closed tightly, the plaque hanging outside changed directly from a room marker to a seclusion marker.

Lu Ren withdrew his gaze, played games for a while, then found them rather boring and tossed the controller aside before beginning his daily cultivation.

Ever since arriving at Hanging Mountain, Lu Ren had cultivated diligently every day without fail. Even when he went down into the mines to dig, after completing his eight-hour shift, he would still specifically set aside four hours for cultivation.

Over nearly a century, his own cultivation had increased his proficiency by less than a million points. Compared with the more than a hundred million proficiency points needed for