And so Jiang Ming sat there, with several old men keeping him company because they could not rest easy.
Tang Xuejian cultivated quietly. Her determination to cultivate had become intense, and her Dao heart was firm, all so her hair would not grow wildly in spring or fall out in autumn.
And so it went.
After Jiang Ming had sat there for three months, three flowers appeared above his head, and he broke through to golden immortal in this world.
Then Jiang Ming removed his helmet, his expression calm. His memories sorted themselves out automatically; he had recovered them. He also understood the memories of being Long Kui's elder brother during his first reincarnation.
But all that was in the past. They had originally been related by blood, but now one of them had become a sword spirit. Moreover, their encounters had differed, and she could be considered to have cultivated into a demon.
Jiang Ming had experienced even more. He was no longer entirely a person of this world, after all. He knew very well that he had come here from another world to find what he had lost.
And next...
The five old men began putting all their efforts into training Xu Changqing. They intended to enter prolonged seclusion and would no longer be able to manage Shushan's affairs. They needed a new sect leader to shoulder Shushan's great cauldron.
As for Jiang Ming, he no longer needed the old men's instruction. He took Tang Xuejian with him to dine on rosy clouds and drink dew on Shushan, calming his mind and nurturing his nature.
Xuejian had already entered the void refinement realm.
Her cultivation rose steadily, which pleased Jiang Ming greatly.
After all, she possessed the body of a Saint Fruit of heaven and earth. Jiang Ming