Teacher Lan Qing sat cross-legged inside his cave abode. Suddenly, he opened his eyes and looked up at the sky outside, muttering in astonishment, "What's going on? Why is that brat already attempting to break through to the Nascent Soul Realm? This is far too reckless!"
As he spoke, Teacher Lan Qing rose to his feet, about to leave his cave abode, but hesitated and sat back down. "Forget it! That brat Ye Han is far too strange. If he really is the offspring that fellow left behind, he must have thought this through!"
With that, Teacher Lan Qing sat cross-legged again and slapped his Storage Bag. A bottle of pills flew out. He poured out two, swallowed them, and resumed his meditation and cultivation.
"I hope that brat succeeds. Then my plan will have a chance of succeeding too."
Elsewhere, in a strange space deep beneath the Spirit-Gathering Spirit Medicine Garden...
Hum! The member of the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race abruptly opened his eyes, a peculiar look crossing his face. "What's going on? Who's advancing to the Nascent Soul Realm? Is it Ye Han?"
Then the member of the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race said in frustration, "Damn it! Still not working? Keep going! Who cares about him! Even if the heavenly tribulation blasts him to death, it's none of my business! He can only blame his rotten luck!"
With that, the member of the Immortal-Thief Outsider Race closed his eyes. Wisps of eerie black energy emerged from his Treasure Chest and continuously merged into his body. On his chest, black runes flowed incessantly within an extremely well-concealed black orb of light, making him frown in agony...
Damn it! How much longer must I endure this torment?!
Hum, hum, hum!!
Heaven and earth spiritual energy continuously poured into the enormous vortex of