Cultivation: From Menial Servant to Immortal Venerable

His previous study of the sword path had merely added another means of combat and improved his strength.

If he were truly asked to painstakingly delve into it, he could not manage it.

He could only take what was already available and cultivate ready-made methods.

"If I succeed in deducing it in the future, I will naturally tell you, Big Brother!" Wang Erniu said.

Then he changed the subject and asked about the ghost mist:

"Big Brother, is that ghost mist really so troublesome? Is there truly no way to erase it completely and resolve it once and for all?"

"Alas!"

"It can only be suppressed, not resolved!"

Hearing this, Zhou Xun's face was also filled with worry.

Although he could now suppress the ghost mist and confine it to one place, he could not truly eliminate it!

After all, it involved the affairs of another Netherworld.

The two realms were connected, creating spatial fissures through which the ghost mist leaked out, while the ghost race took the opportunity to invade.

Fortunately, these were only small fissures. Even now, only Core Formation Stage ghosts had emerged.

They could still deal with them.

"Since I have already broken through, Big Brother, just give the word whenever you need me!"

The two then talked freely until deep into the night before finally parting ways.

Meanwhile, in the Western Desert Cultivation World.

Within a certain great camp, five figures had gathered together.

The man at the head had regular features and wore a fiery-red Daoist robe. A palm-sized gourd hung from his waist, and his entire bearing was exceptionally uninhibited.

He was none other than Fang Jiuzun, ancestor of the Fallen Sun Palace and the Human Race's only mid-Spirit Transformation cultivator.

To his left stood a man in a black robe, his face