It had been raining for many days, and there was no sign of it stopping.
After tidying up the messy Jade Scrolls and books, Zhang Fan walked to the window and looked at the curtain of rain in silence for a long time. Finally, his silence turned into a long sigh.
If this scene was seen by a middle-aged scholar, his hair would be as white as snow, listening to the rain in a boat and listening to a monk's hut.
Unfortunately, the person sighing in front of him was a thirteen-year-old child, whose voice had not even reached the stage of puberty. No matter how deep he acted, it would only make people laugh.
However, the person in question didn't seem to be aware of it at all. Instead, he looked as if he had a lot on his mind. With his hands clasped behind his back, he spun around a dozen rounds in the crowded room, knocking over countless tables and chairs. Only when he bumped into a bronze cauldron that was half the height of a person did he stop while grimacing in pain.
Zhang Fan covered the pain and said to himself with a bitter smile, "Every time there is a big event, how can I still be so impatient?"
After taking a few deep breaths, he barely calmed down and sat cross-legged on the bed again. He picked up an old white-gray Jade Scroll and put it on his head. He quietly began to read the contents inside.
"A small Spirit Gathering Formation with eighteen ways to save Spirit Stones? Can you save a spirit stone in a year? "With a clang, the jade slip was thrown under the bed.
"Thirty-four ways to maintain a low-level magic tool? Oh my god! Do you want to use a trash magic tool for a lifetime? "The Jade Scroll cracked into countless pieces.
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"The best supplementary material for taking the Qi Gathering Pill? Hmm, this is a little useful. "Zhang Fan took out the Jade Scroll that recorded his experiences and made a copy of the formula.
These Jade Scrolls were almost piled up into a mountain. They were all bought by his grandfather at a price of scrap. Ninety-nine percent of them were the cultivation experiences of some poor Itinerant Cultivators. Because of poor preservation, most of them were either falling apart or missing content. It was lucky that he could find something useful like today.
Ever since he was able to look at jade slips, Zhang Fan had already seen this kind of thing countless times. Needless to say, he understood the pain of a rogue cultivator very well. Just think about it, to be able to figure out a low-grade magic tool, how embarrassing must that be!
Thinking of this, Zhang Fan could not help but clench his fists. Tomorrow, tomorrow he would have the opportunity to become a disciple of the sect.
"Creak, creak …" It was already late at night, and the sound of the wooden door opening was so clear and ear-piercing.
Hearing this voice, Zhang Fan let out a sigh of relief. His furrowed eyebrows also relaxed. He quickly got off the bed and walked towards the door.
"Child, grandpa is back. Look at what I've brought back! "Before he could reach the door, his grandfather's aged voice rang out.
As soon as he finished speaking, a small old man who looked to be in his eighties walked in like a gust of wind. Without even taking a breath, he swept all the things on the table to the ground. Then, he took out a bag and poured it on the table. Five spinning, glowing white spirit stones appeared in front of Zhang Fan's eyes.
Five low-grade Spiritual Stones were considered quite a fortune for a rogue cultivator. However, Zhang Fan's face did not show any joy. Instead, he frowned and said, "Grandpa, why did you go to the mines again? You know how dangerous it is. If anything happens …"
Pausing, Zhang Fan looked at his grandfather's embarrassed appearance and suddenly could not continue speaking.
The old man had rushed back in the heavy rain. Even though his entire body was soaked, sweat still rose from his head. Rainwater flowed down his wet hair and along the deep ravines on his face, dripping down drop by drop.
"Grandpa." Zhang Fan's nose turned sour. He almost cried. He took a few deep breaths and softly said, "First change into dry clothes. Your arms and legs are old. Be careful not to hurt your body."
"Haha, grandpa's body is good. In any case, I am also an immortal cultivator. What is there to be afraid of!" The old man said while changing his clothes.
Immortal cultivator? A cultivator in his eighties who is still at the seventh level of Qi Refinement? Zhang Fan shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Grandpa, didn't you promise me not to go to the mines again? You are already so old. Don't go and fight for your life anymore. "Seeing his grandfather change clothes, Zhang Fan could not help but say.
"Child, after tomorrow, you will be a disciple of the Dharma Characteristics Sect. You are new here. Although you have your Great Martial Uncle's protection, it is always good to prepare more Spiritual Stones. Even if you do not use them yourself, it is good to bribe those Senior Martial Brothers." Saying that, the old man sighed and said, "If father was still here, there would be no need for my grandson to have to look at people's faces. You would still be able to do whatever you want in the sect. Hmph!"
Speaking of which, the old man had also been in the limelight in the past. Relying on the fact that his father was at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage, which was also a Pseudo Core stage cultivator, he could be considered a playboy in the Dharma Characteristics Sect when he was young. His life was very enjoyable.
However, one day, when they were exploring the ruins, Zhang Fan's great-grandfather inexplicably came back with serious injuries. After leaving behind some funeral arrangements, he kicked his legs and left.
In an instant, the old man's life also fell from the sky to the ground. Not only was his father's inheritance divided up cleanly, but he also moved from the sect to the market place at the foot of the mountain.
"Grandpa, why do you have so much confidence in me? Aren't you afraid that I …" Zhang Fan said a little nervously.
"Pfft, children's words carry no harm, children's words carry no harm." The old man was like a secular old man. After a while, he said, "Don't worry. The blood that flows in your body is your great-grandfather's blood. How can you not inherit the Dharma Characteristics?"
"You and my father still have the blood of my great-grandfather. You are still useless!" Zhang Fan muttered disapprovingly.
"You … sigh!" The old man sighed and said, "How can it be the same? Grandpa's talent is too poor. Not only can I not inherit the Dharma Characteristics, but the quality of my spiritual roots is also only a little better than those without. This little bit of cultivation is all because of my father's spiritual medicine."
"Your father's talent is worse than mine. That's fine. But he was actually stupid enough to listen to those loose cultivators and search for some kind of opportunity? Pfft! Who knows if he's dead or not? "The old man's words were harsh. When he talked about his son, he couldn't help but wipe away his tears.
"But Fan 'er, you are different." The old man grabbed Zhang Fan's shoulders and looked into his eyes. He said seriously, "Remember, you are different from us. You were born to be an immortal cultivator."
"When you were born, there was a natural phenomenon." The old man reminisced.
"Yeah, it's time travel! There must be some heavenly thunder and earthly fire. "Zhang Fan secretly responded in his heart.
"A strange bird came to congratulate you."
"Yeah, that strange bird chased you out of the space-time tunnel. I still remember it drooling!"
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The old man rambled on for a long time about the scene back then. After a long time, he came back to his senses and said to Zhang Fan, "Even if the Dharma Characteristic Sect has bad luck and doesn't accept you, you don't have to be afraid. Your Great Grand-Master has a wide circle of friends. With your talent, it won't be a problem for him to recommend you a good sect."
Zhang Fan smiled bitterly. The Dharma Characteristic Sect was one of the three major sects in Qin Prefecture. They had all kinds of geniuses. In the old man's words, not accepting him seemed like a huge loss. As for his talent, the old man had already personally tested it. He had the Fire and Wood Dual Spirit Roots among the Mixed Spirit Roots. He was completely incomparable to those geniuses with the Heaven Spirit Roots, Mutated Spirit Roots, and Earth Spirit Roots. He was just an average talent.
Having a child was indeed for his own good! Zhang Fan shook his head and didn't argue with the old man. He thought for a moment and asked, "Grandfather, will Great Grand-Master accept me as a disciple when we go up the mountain tomorrow?"
Tomorrow was the day the Dharma Characteristic Sect opened their doors. They could accept any disciple with any talent. Why would they accept a guy with ordinary talent like him? Zhang Fan was deeply suspicious.
"What kind of relationship does he have with your great-grandfather? As long as you can pass the Dharma Characteristic inheritance test, it will definitely not be a problem! " Speaking of this Great Grand-Master, the old man was in high spirits. "Uncle-Master is your great-grandfather's little junior brother. From the day he entered the sect, it was my father who passed on his skills on behalf of my master. The two of them have an extremely good relationship. Now, Uncle-Master is also at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment. Who knows when he will reach the Golden Core Stage and become the Patriarch of the Core Formation Stage. If he accepts you as a disciple, child, you will be a core disciple of the Dharma Characteristic Sect. Your treatment will be very different from that of ordinary disciples. "
If it was another sect, even if it was the Spirit Controlling Sect or the Illusory Demon Sect, which were one of the three major sects along with the Dharma Characteristic Sect, based on what his grandfather said, if this Great Grand-Master and his great-grandfather's relationship was really that good, it would naturally not be a problem for him to accept him as a disciple. However, the Dharma Characteristic Sect was different. To enter the sect, one still needed to pass the Dharma Characteristic inheritance test. This was somewhat up to fate.
It was fortunate to obtain it, but it did not mean that there was no hope for immortal cultivation. Zhang Fan shook his head and did not continue this topic. He walked to the bronze tripod in the middle of the room and sat down. He stroked the densely packed golden runes on it and fell into deep thought.
The room immediately quieted down. The old man had just been stirred up, but this grandson, who had been very opinionated since he was young, did not speak. This made him choke. After a long while, he could not help but say, "Child, stop looking. You've been looking at it since you were three. It's been ten years and I haven't seen you see anything."
Zhang Fan chuckled and pretended not to hear him. He continued to stare at the bronze cauldron attentively, as if what was in front of him was not an old and broken bronze cauldron, but a charming and lovely woman.
"Sigh, you child." The old man walked over and imitated Zhang Fan. He stretched out his hand and stroked the surface of the bronze tripod, especially the golden runes.
"Child, I remember you asked me about the origin of this bronze tripod. I think it was when you were two or three years old." The old man seemed to be recalling something. His tone was indifferent, but it also seemed like he was reminiscing.
"Yes, it was when I was three. Grandfather, you told me that this was brought out from the relic by my great-grandfather." Zhang Fan answered. In his heart, he added, "If I wasn't afraid that you would think I'm a monster, I would have asked you the first time I saw this thing."
"You were still young then. Grandfather didn't tell you everything." The old man retracted his hand that was stroking the tripod and said, "This was indeed brought out from the relic. However, it was when your great-grandfather was seriously injured."
Zhang Fan's spirit was greatly shaken. He thought to himself, "As expected."
"Before your great-grandfather died, he held my hand with one hand and pointed at the bronze tripod with the other. It's a pity that he couldn't even speak at that time."
"Forget it, child. There's no need to look anymore. This tripod is only made of ordinary materials. It's definitely not a treasure. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been able to keep it. It would have long been divided up by those fellows. If there's any secret, it would be these golden runes. Wait until we enter the Dharma Characteristics Sect and find some information on ancient runes to study! "The old man said with flagging interest." Go to sleep. We still have to wake up early tomorrow! "
With that said, he entered the house. He was exhausted from a day of hard work.
Ancient runes? Hehe. Zhang Fan secretly shook his head. Although the origins of all runes were just a few categories, it was not completely impossible to decipher them. However, the difficulty, hehe, was not any less than understanding Chinese from English!
After watching his grandfather return to the house, Zhang Fan's attention returned to the golden runes. Even without his grandfather's words today, he would not underestimate this bronze tripod. This was because it hid his biggest secret.
When he first saw this bronze tripod, Zhang Fan realized that this seemingly old thing without any spiritual energy definitely came from the same place as him. The characters on it had never appeared in any ancient records. They were the famous ancient seal characters!
Just the ancient seal characters alone could only make him feel a slight sense of familiarity. It had no practical significance, but the things recorded on it shocked Zhang Fan. He spent the next ten years trying to figure it out, not daring to slack off in the slightest.
"Great Five Elements Restriction Breaking Technique" was the technique recorded on the bronze tripod's ancient seal characters. After more than ten years of study, Zhang Fan was absolutely certain that if he could establish himself in the Immortal Cultivation world in the future, his biggest reliance was not the Dharma Characteristics Sect, one of the three major sects in Qin Province, nor was it his Great Martial Uncle, who was only one step away from Core Formation. It was this technique itself.
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After an unknown amount of time, the "drip, drip" sound woke Zhang Fan from his contemplation. He walked to the window and looked out.
Unknowingly, the sky had already brightened. The rain had also wisely stopped. The remaining rainwater flowed along the eaves and dripped down, shattering into countless crystals on the stone steps.
Everything seemed to be accumulating power, waiting for the sun to rise before bursting out together. As a result, the world was so quiet. Faintly, he seemed to hear his grandfather's murmur in his dream: "Tomorrow!"
Zhang Fan clenched his fists tightly and involuntarily repeated in a low voice:
"Tomorrow!"
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