Mortals: Take Mo Juren at the start

Chapter 31

March time flies by.

Since he got the promise from Han Lao last time, Mo Juren felt relieved, and while he was cultivating in the room, he quietly waited for the other party's news.If Han Lao can't do it, then it's useless to let him toss about it, and he can only think about it in the long run.

Since the beginning of the Tainan Society, most of his energy has been consumed in busyness and calculations, and he has hardly practiced seriously.This time when he calmed down, the effect appeared immediately, and he broke through to the eighth level of Qi training in less than a month, and now he has reached the peak of the eighth level, and he is about to break through again.

Of course, this also has a lot to do with the completion of the first-level wood attribute bloodline, and the speed of absorbing wood attribute aura has more than doubled compared to before.

One thing to mention here is that bloodlines and spiritual roots are different, they are completely two systems, even if there are bloodlines with other attributes, they only affect the evolution of the body and will not interfere with the absorption of spiritual energy.

This is more similar to the cultivation path of monsters. Under the spiritual intelligence of low-level monsters, they only rely on instinct to kill and devour each other, constantly evolve their own blood, and sublimate the essence of life.Besides, most of his time was spent in deep sleep, and the absorption of spiritual energy was only done passively, and the amount was negligible.

This is also one of the reasons why the speed of the monster's cultivation is too slow. Only after the transformation, the monster's essence has been improved, and its spiritual intelligence has also been greatly enhanced. When it understands the importance of active cultivation, it starts to practice exercises.

However, the Yaozu's exercises are completely created for their own characteristics, and belong to another system, which is quite different from that of the human race.Moreover, it is not the spiritual root that determines the success or failure of his practice, but the blood and physique.

Thinking of this, Mo Juren couldn't help thinking to himself, his path of cultivation is a combination of the two systems of the human race and the demon race, so what will be the end of the future?Ascension to immortality?Or is it an existence that incarnates the true spirit of heaven and earth?

His thoughts drifted away, and the room became extremely quiet for a while.

A few more days passed, and there was still no news of Mr. Han's arrival.

The expectations in Mo Juren's heart gradually decreased, and he thought to himself, for such a rare spiritual bird as the golden feather eagle, it is understandable that the other party is unwilling to give it up.

What's more, although he has the title of a genius talisman master and is a junior that Han Lao valued, but he can't cover up his shortcomings of poor cultivation qualifications.How can a monk who is destined to be unable to go far on the road of practice be worthy of the Golden Feather Eagle.Even a cub is hard to find.

His guess is generally correct. In fact, three months ago, Han Lao visited Gu Xianzi, the elder of the Hall of All Souls for the first time, and after telling his purpose of coming, he was immediately rejected by the other party.Gu Ying didn't ask about Mo Juren's qualifications, but said bluntly that she planned to raise the heir of Jin Yudiao by herself, and never thought of selling it to others.

Such a resolute attitude immediately made the apprentice Bai Xuan on the side speechless, and she who wanted to help to say something good suddenly died down, and she didn't dare to say anything more.It was precisely because he didn't help, that he felt a little guilty, so that he didn't have the nerve to contact Mo Juren afterwards.

Of course, things didn't end there.In other words, since Mr. Han dared to come, he knew what Mo Juren was like, and he had made sufficient preparations in advance.

Afterwards, the two communicated through sound transmission for a while, and Gu Ying, who was originally determined, hesitated suddenly, not knowing what Han Lao said.

After thinking for a long time, he finally let go. After three months, the little golden feather will grow a little bit and entrust it to Mo Juren.

That's right, it's an entrustment, not a transfer.Just let him take care of it on his behalf. Only on the day when he can truly establish the foundation, will he be qualified to truly become the master of the Golden Feather Eagle.There is also a time limit set here, five years at the latest, if it exceeds, the spirit bird must be returned immediately.

It can be seen from this that after Gu Ying learned about Mo Juren's situation, she was not optimistic about him. The aptitude of the four spirit roots might not be able to successfully build a foundation in this life.

Old Han knows that this is the opponent's final bottom line.And it still depends on the premise that there is a deep relationship between the two parties, otherwise, even if he has made a lot of promises, it is still impossible to convince the other party.

……

In the early morning of this day, a rainbow light came from mid-air, and instantly disappeared into a certain room.

Mo Juren, who was meditating, opened his eyes suddenly, raised his arms quickly, and caught the flying object, which turned out to be a sound transmission talisman.

"Come to the side hall immediately."

Hearing Han Lao's familiar voice, Mo Juren's heart moved,
Could it be that things are done?
Without delay, he released the flying magic weapon and flew towards the top of the mountain.

His guess was correct. After entering the side hall, he immediately saw Wang Ping and the small white sculpture on his shoulder.At this time, the other party was feeding meat sticks, with an expression of love on his face.

"Junior Brother Mo, you're here." Sensing his arrival, Wang Ping turned his head and greeted him.

"Where is Old Han?"

After entering, he didn't see the shadow of the other party, and Mo Juren was a little puzzled.

"I just received a summons from the head. It seems that something happened and I left temporarily." Wang Ping shook his head slightly, obviously not knowing the specific reason.

"This is the young Golden Feather Eagle?" Walking closer, Mo Juren looked at the young white eagle on the other's shoulder, feeling puzzled, why is it white?

"That's right, you got the only golden-feathered young eagle in the entire sect." Wang Ping sighed softly, his dull expression changed slightly, with a faint hint of envy,
"Mr. Han is really kind to you, Junior Brother, and I don't know what conditions he agreed to Master Gu to make the other party agree to entrust Xiao Diao to you."

"Entrust?" Mo Juren heard the hidden meaning in the other party's words.

"That's right." Wang Ping nodded, and then explained, "Although Master Gu agreed to Lao Han's request, there are conditions. Junior brother must break through to the foundation building stage within five years, otherwise, the little eagle must be returned to its original owner." .

five years?We were able to afford very much.

Mo Juren probably guessed what this Uncle Gu was thinking, a waste material for cultivating immortals with four spiritual roots, not to mention five years, even fifty years may not reach the foundation-building stage.Handing over the Golden Feather Eagle to such a person is completely reckless.

However, this Uncle Gu will probably be disappointed. If he can't build a foundation in five years, then he might as well stop cultivating immortality and leave as soon as possible.

In the following time, Wang Ping patiently explained some things about the raising of the young Golden Feather Eagles, and then he said goodbye and left.As for Xiao Diao, he was already standing on Mo Juren's shoulders.

Although this little guy is not big, but his intelligence is not low, he probably felt his kindness and didn't repel him too much.But for him who has experience in raising cloud-winged birds, how to get along with them is still very simple.After feeding again and again, after a short while, he has become familiar with the other party.

"It's just that, it's obviously a golden feather eagle, but why is its whole body white, with no trace of gold visible? Could it be a bunch of seeds?"

He muttered something softly, but unexpectedly, Bai Diao's pupils shrank suddenly, and the bird's beak pecked fiercely like a sharp thorn.

(End of this chapter)