Immortal Cultivation: I Start by Checking In for an Immortal's Aptitude
Chapter 821

Mo Chenxiao's Thoughts

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Of course, Han Xuanji did not doubt that he could not break through, but he felt that he might still be a little slow.

"The effects of the Azure Origin Hongmeng Dao Fruit have worn off, and my cultivation speed has slowed down considerably. Perhaps I should check in more often..."

Han Xuanji thought to himself.

As a top-tier heavenly materials and earthly treasures, the Azure Origin Hongmeng Dao Fruit naturally couldn't only help him break through.

It also significantly increased the cultivation speed over the past few hundred years.

However, the last effects of the medicine wore off a few days ago.

His cultivation speed suddenly slowed down. Even though it was still far faster than other cultivators at the same level, Han Xuanji had experienced high-speed rail before and naturally didn't want to take the old-fashioned train...

In those five hundred years, he actually didn't sign in that many times.

There are still over 100,000 Eternal Point Count left unused.

Back then, he wouldn't have even dared to imagine such a number.

However, the cost of signing in at the Nine Mysteries Hall has also increased significantly.

Each sign-in at the Nine Mysteries Hall costs two thousand points, and the items obtained from sign-ins may not all be what he urgently needs right now.

Over the past five hundred years, he has checked in intermittently twenty times, accumulating several more Eternal Saint Artifact, including two Saint-rank flying swords: one entirely black named " Saint-Slayer," and the other as thin as a cicada's Cicada Wing named " Cicada Wing."

They have all been placed in the Heaven-Splitting Sword Case for nurturing.

But no matter how many Law Treasure he has, with his current cultivation level, he can only activate a few of them; most of them can only lie in the System Space collecting dust.

He's collected quite a few Special-Grade Eternal Crystal Stone, which are extremely valuable, but he can't use them, let alone exchange them with others.

The Cultivation Method for signing in weren't very useful to him either.

Just as he was wondering if he should go to the Nine Mysteries Hall to sign in a few more times and try his luck, a familiar and long-lost voice suddenly rang in his mind.

" Xuanji, come to the Nine Mysteries Hall."

Han Xuanji was slightly taken aback.

He recognized the voice immediately; it belonged to Mo Chenxiao.

This was the first time in the five hundred years since he joined the Nine Mysteries Palace that Mo Chenxiao had taken the initiative to summon him.

After the apprentice-acceptance ceremony, Han Xuanji would occasionally go to the Nine Mysteries Hall to sign in, but he would only stay outside the hall for a short while.

He had heard from Leng Qianshuang that Mo Chenxiao was known for his "hands-off" approach to accepting disciples.

They provide resources, fortuitous opportunity, and status, but offer almost no guidance to their disciples.

Leng Qianshuang had been a disciple for many years, but the number of times she received guidance from Mo Chenxiao could be counted on one hand. Most of the time, she had to figure things out on her own.

After learning this news, Han Xuanji consciously refrained from disturbing her master.

After all, Mo Chenxiao had treated him very well. The privileges of a third-class status in the Nine Mysteries Palace, the massive resources allocated to him, and the invaluable gift he received upon meeting him all far exceeded the treatment of an ordinary personal disciple.

He certainly didn't intend to push his luck.

He just didn't expect that Mo Chenxiao would take the initiative to contact him today.

Han Xuanji suppressed his surprise, straightened his robes, pushed open the door of the quiet room, and walked towards the Nine Mysteries Hall.

Nine Mysteries Hall, Mo Chenxiao sat on the dark gold throne, one hand supporting his chin, his brows slightly furrowed.

He was a little depressed.

He was genuinely happy the day he accepted Han Xuanji as his disciple.

However, five hundred years have passed, and this disciple's performance... well, how to put it, is too low-key, so low-key that it leaves him somewhat at a loss.

If it were someone else, upon becoming a disciple of a powerful figure, wouldn't they at least come to pay their respects, inquire about the Dao, and seek fortuitous opportunity every now and then?

He, Mo Chenxiao, was, after all, the Lord of the Nine Mysteries Prefecture, and in Dao of Fate, he could rank among the top in the entire Eternal Continent.

But this second disciple, for five hundred years, hasn't asked a single question.

Forget asking for advice, I've barely even shown my face a few times.

Sometimes he even wondered if he had remembered it wrong—had he taken on a disciple or a retainer?

At first, he thought Han Xuanji was focused on her seclusion, so he didn't disturb her.

Later, they realized something was wrong and caught a glimpse of Han Xuanji's presence several times.

This kid had clearly arrived at the entrance of the Nine Mysteries Hall, but instead of coming in to pay his respects, he just stood outside the palace for a while and then left.

What does this mean?

Mo Chenxiao pondered for a long time, and the more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

Suspecting that his disciple might have some unspeakable reason for seeking his attention, and recalling that Leng Qianshuang seemed to be getting closer to Han Xuanji, he took the initiative to summon her.

"Disciple Han Xuanji greets Master."

When Han Xuanji entered the Nine Mysteries Hall, Mo Chenxiao was sitting on the dark gold throne with a kind yet dignified expression.

The hall was deserted, with no attendants. Only the pale golden Principle of laws flowing on the dome gave the entire hall a solemn and dignified appearance.

Han Xuanji walked to the center of the hall, stood still, cupped her hands in greeting, her posture respectful yet composed.

Mo Chenxiao glanced at him and was slightly startled.

The Eternal True Lord Seventh Level, breaking through six realms in five hundred years, is a top-tier speed even in the Sacred Court. Moreover, this kid has a profound foundation and his potential far surpasses that of ordinary True Master.

Mo Chenxiao suppressed his surprise, maintaining a calm and composed expression, and asked:

" Xuanji, in the past five hundred years, you have only visited the Nine Mysteries Hall a handful of times. Is there any difficulty you are facing in your cultivation?"

Han Xuanji paused for a moment, then said frankly:

Not yet.

He was telling the truth.

For five hundred years, he had indeed not encountered any problems that required his master's personal guidance to solve.

The residual medicinal power of the Azure Origin Hongmeng Dao Fruit increased his comprehension by dozens of times, and he encountered almost no major obstacles in deducing the Dao Principles.

Although the practice of many Secret Method was difficult, he followed the steps and completed the first stage of his soul body.

As for cultivation, the accumulation of the Eternal True Lord stage is a gradual process that cannot be rushed and does not require guidance from anyone.

Mo Chenxiao's smile froze for a moment, though he concealed it very well, Han Xuanji still noticed.

He was also somewhat surprised. His senior sister had told him that their master adopted a hands-off approach to accepting disciples, rarely giving them any guidance. But today, judging from their master's demeanor, it seemed as if he hoped the master would come and ask him for more advice.

Mo Chenxiao coughed lightly, as if he had thought of something, and his tone became even more amiable than before:

" Xuanji, I know, that girl Qianshuang must have said something to you?"

Han Xuanji remained silent, which was taken as tacit agreement.

Mo Chenxiao coughed lightly and said:

"If you have any questions in the future, feel free to come to me. I have quite a few achievements in the Dao of Fate."

Han Xuanji was slightly taken aback, but without thinking much of it, he cupped his hands and said:

"Disciple understands, thank you Master."

Mo Chenxiao nodded in satisfaction, then waved his hand:

"Since that's the case, you shall stay here today, and I shall see how much progress you have made in your understanding of destiny over the years."

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