Urban Almighty Dad

Chapter 475 The Cultivator

"Since you know about cultivating real people, then your family must have some cultivation techniques about cultivating real people, right?"

Xu Yuan pursed his lips, the world is too vast, and they are all just tiny bacteria residing in this world.

There are countless unknown things waiting for them to explore.

As Mo Xi mentioned before, comprehension is one of them.

Xu Yuan wants to master the art of comprehension, so that's good, it will give him an extra bargaining chip.

But so far, he has only heard Mo Xi mention the art of self-cultivation, and others seem to have no understanding of the art of self-cultivation.

Mo Xi, who was originally smiling, put away his smile when he heard these words.

"Cultivation of Immortals is not something you can touch whenever you want, Xu Yuan, as a friend, I advise you, it's better not to touch it."

Xu Yuan asked in bewilderment, "What do you mean by this sentence?"

"Could it be that cultivating immortals is harmful?" Xu Yuan said half-jokingly.

Unexpectedly, Mo Xi nodded solemnly: "You can also understand it this way. Simply put, the previous generations of my Mo family wanted to learn the art of cultivating immortals, but they ended in failure, and finally ended up with a distraught end."

"This painful lesson made my Mo family seal all the ancient books about cultivating immortals, so that the descendants of the Mo family cannot touch them."

"So even if I want to lend it to you, I can't get it."

Xu Yuan was taken aback for a moment, and asked with surprise on his face: "There is such a thing?"

This sounds somewhat unbelievable, but how did those cultivators cultivate?

Or is there any immortal cultivator on the planet he lives on?
Mo Xi shook his head: "I don't know much about cultivators, but I was lucky enough to hear a few words from my grandfather before, even if I am the head of the Mo family now, I can't read those ancient books.

Those ancient books were sealed with a blood seal by the ancestors of my Mo family, and there is still no way to decipher them. "

Xu Yuan never thought that this technique of cultivating immortals would be so dangerous, but Mo Xi's words did not stop him from thinking about it.

In any case, if there is a chance, he must try it.

Legend has it that immortals can fly with a sword and walk through the air, just like everyday food.

A martial artist, on the other hand, needs to cultivate to a certain level of strength before he can walk in the air, and the time it lasts is short.

Xu Yuan's current strength can only last for 3 minutes at most.

Far less powerful than Immortal Cultivation.

"I will pay more attention to the family you just mentioned, thank you for reminding me."

Mo Xi blinked: "Thank you, after all, helping me is also helping myself."

"It's a pity that some big families in the martial arts haven't raised their vigilance yet."

"That family's goal is far more than that simple." Mo Xi sighed helplessly. It's not that she hadn't thought about making this matter known to the public.

She used to mention this matter very cryptically, but now the major families in China's martial arts world have been at ease for a long time, even if they are told that there are foreign enemies about to invade, they will not panic.

She always felt fearless, which gave Mo Xi a headache.

Later she simply ignored those people.

"The martial arts competition is about to start, are you ready?" Mo Xi asked with a sudden change of style.

Xu Yuan shook his head: "I have already decided to withdraw from the martial arts competition. After all, I have already got what I want, so there is no need to participate in the martial arts competition."

This result was expected by Mo Xi.

She nodded: "Just think about it carefully."

Suddenly, Mo Xi's eyes were attracted by the sword on the table.

"Why does this sword look familiar?"

Xu Yuan smiled and said, "Could Miss Mo not recognize him if he changed his appearance?"

"The cold air is overwhelming, and the silver light is shining! Could this be the piece of thousand-year-old black iron that I auctioned off last time?"

Xu Yuan nodded when he heard the words: "That's right, it's exactly that thousand-year-old black iron."

"You actually forged him into a sword? How did you do it? It takes a lot of effort to forge ordinary iron into a sword, let alone this thousand-year-old black iron."

"The reason I auctioned it off at the beginning was because he was just a piece of scrap iron when he stayed in my Mo family. I searched for two or three years but couldn't find a suitable blacksmith. How long has he been in your hands? How long has he been in your hands? Forged into a sword by you?"

Mo Xi picked up the sword, and there was regret in his eyes. This kind of sword is rare in a thousand years, so he let him auction it off. Thinking about it now, it's a pity.

"Maybe it's fate." Xu Yuan smiled faintly.

If he hadn't met Abbot Yunye by chance, and Abbot Yunye happened to know how to forge, the thousand-year-old black iron would probably be a piece of scrap iron now.

"What should I do if I regret it now? Why don't you make a price and I'll buy it back again?"

(End of this chapter)