The next day.
Lin Changheng rose, full of energy, and fed the young tortoise in the courtyard, most of its body hidden in a mud pit.
He had no idea whether this tortoise had been poisoned too badly inside its egg, but it was astonishingly lazy.
It could spend an entire day without opening its eyes or budging from its nest!
Several times, Lin Changheng had returned to find it had not moved at all. If his [Spirit-Sensing Technique] had not detected the faint spiritual energy flowing through its body, he would have suspected it had already kicked the bucket.
Still, lazy as it was, the tortoise had brought him a few pleasant surprises.
For instance, after being fed food mixed with elixirs for so long, it was now a little tortoise at early first tier.
A long lifespan was the advantage of tortoise spirit beasts, but their slow cultivation progress was the drawback.
Spirit tortoises like this generally lived two to three times as long as cultivators of the same tier. If raised well, one tortoise could be passed down through three generations-the people gone, the tortoise still there. That was no idle joke.
Their growth, however, was slow enough to give anyone a headache.
Under normal rearing conditions, they usually needed a hundred and fifty years to reach second tier.
Only through a lineage's efforts, passed from generation to generation, could a spirit tortoise reach its prime and guard the clan and its estate.
Thus, reaching early first tier just two years after hatching was no slow pace. It was a good sign.
"As your master, I naturally won't let you go short of elixirs or other resources. But you mustn't grow idle and dispirited because of that. You still need to make something of yourself and grow