Santu River

Though Gu Liangren's words sounded at first like more riddle-spouting, on second thought, Jiang Beiran realized he was referring to the Mystic Saints who had already sacrificed themselves.

"Does Immortal Elder feel that whether this succeeds or not doesn't lie with us, but with those Mystic Saints?"

"To think yet be unable to obtain, to yearn yet be unable to act; Wuliang, no thought, all are suffering."

Seeing that Gu Liangren had once again switched on his mode of not speaking human language, Jiang Beiran stopped pressing him. Still, though he was reluctant to admit it, Jiang Beiran found that after talking with Gu Liangren so much, he seemed to have begun to understand his "riddles" a little.

For example, what "to think yet be unable to obtain" represented in this line should be that one could not force things too much. The heavier one's attachment to gain and loss, the harder it was to obtain the result one wanted.

"Thank you, Immortal Elder, for clearing up my confusion. Then I ask everyone to make preparations first. I'll go refine a few more furnaces of pills now. I will definitely return by the hour of the Dog at the latest."

After bidding farewell to the Ghost Cultivators, Jiang Beiran quickly returned to the Alchemy Room.

Seeing that the crowd of ninth-grade Alchemists were still gathered around the Golden Crow Tripod, discussing it in turn, he stepped forward and said, "Seniors, please make some room."

"Master Jiang is back?"

"Master Jiang, could you tell us exactly what trick there is to this Spirit Infusion art?"

"That's right. Don't worry, we won't learn it for nothing either. Whatever Master Jiang wants, just say the word. Even if we have to pool it together, we'll definitely gather it for you."

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