Half a month later, Chen Xun remained seated in the same spot, motionless, observing intently. The small booklet in his hand was now filled with notes.

The seed had gradually grown into a Five Elements spiritual herb… A spiritual herb from the Qi Refining stage, something Chen Xun was very familiar with, yet it now appeared both confusing and unfamiliar to him.

Chen Xun sensed that due to the enhancement from the Water Spirit Art and the creation of the Five Elements Immortal Path, he had truly brought forth a new species.

His gaze grew distant as he recalled the Crane Spirit Tree they intended to plant on the giant ship. He decided to allow the mutant to run its full course.

“The three great tumors of our cultivation world, the three mutant brothers, should remain eternal.” Chen Xun slowly revealed a bloodthirsty smile. “Looking back, without the Crane Spirit Tree, this family would have fallen apart!”

Roar!

At that moment, a tremendous shockwave echoed through the valley. The light and shadow gradually shrank, and the big black ox had fully completed its transformation.

Each of the five Nascent Soul calves sprouted five small flowers, and the Five Elements Spirit Root had been formed.

“Moo-moo~~” The big black ox widened its eyes, searching for Chen Xun, and it finally spotted him in a corner, immediately rushing over.

“Old Ox.” Chen Xun stood up and approached the big black ox. “How does it feel?”

The big black ox was so excited that it began circling around Chen Xun repeatedly, even starting to write. It felt as though it had broken through to a higher realm, gaining profound insights, including how to use the Five Elements Qi to form arrays and operate the giant ship.

“Oh, not bad.” A flash of brilliance appeared in Chen Xun’s eyes. “After following me for so many years, you’ve finally grown some brains.”

“Moo~~” The big black ox snorted contentedly through its nostrils…naturally.

Its gaze suddenly fixed on a spiritual herb behind Chen Xun, and it was instantly drawn to it. It nudged Chen Xun.

“Oh, right. Let me share with you my new discoveries. The pill formula should be fine now.”

Chen Xun held the ox’s head and began to speak enthusiastically. The big black ox listened with wide eyes, its admiration flowing endlessly like a mighty river.

Meanwhile, the female cultivators of Nine Palaces Mountain were already diligently performing their tasks, having been informed that this was a senior practicing a major technique.

They didn’t dare to spy, nor even discuss it, fearing the experience of becoming mortals again, something they never wished to endure for the rest of their lives.

Three days later, on an ordinary night.

The night was as thick as ink, dark and impenetrable…

It was like a dark blue curtain adorned with twinkling stars, making one deeply enchanted.

Because Liu Han was quite intelligent, she had once analyzed it for them.

The stories in those booklets might be the Ancestor’s personal experiences, and they weren’t just for intimidation.

“Sit down. There’s no need for formality tonight.” Chen Xun gently raised his hand.

The three were astonished, feeling as though they were being lifted not by force but by a pair of hands.

“Two Seniors.”

At this moment, a beautiful figure appeared from afar. It was Jiang Xuechen. A flash of surprise crossed her eyes. How could these two’s aura change again? They were so ordinary, so ordinary that they didn’t seem like mortals, nor did they seem like cultivators…

“Xuechen has arrived.”

“Moo~”

“Greetings, Senior Jiang.”

The three quickly bowed. Over the years in Snow Listening Valley, this senior had taken good care of them, even sharing some cultivation insights. And many of those insights came from the Ancestor of Moon Tower. The three of them had truly been blessed, enjoying great favor.

“Liu Han, Shi Wujun, Ji Zhao.” Jiang Xuechen nodded with a smile, then looked at Chen Xun. “I’d like to have a word with the two Seniors. Xuechen has some doubts.”

“Then sit down. We’re all family.”

“Moo~~”

Chen Xun and the big black ox responded amiably.

Hearing the words “family,” the three felt a warmth in their hearts and quickly stood behind them, behaving obediently.

The night breeze was silent, and the flames rose steadily, radiating light.

A trace of sorrow appeared on Jiang Xuechen’s face as she sat down beside them. No longer constrained by her status, she softly spoke, “Seniors, Ancestor Jin Yu has not yet returned.”

“When she left, did you not understand her intention?”

“Naturally, Xuechen understands and would never recklessly head to the Northern Territory. But even if it’s just her remains…” Jiang Xuechen lowered her head, her gaze vacant. “Seniors, is there really no hope?”

She couldn’t understand why she would choose to go without hesitation, even though it was a path to death.

The three disciples behind her also looked to their Ancestor, unable to empathize, not fully understanding.