Wind Moon Sect, on an Elder Island north of Wind Moon Lake and Wind Spirit Mountain.
Inside a Tier Two Middle Grade Cave Mansion, in a stone chamber, Qi Shang sat cross-legged on a puduan, eyes closed in cultivation. As his cultivation thod circulated within, strands of Spiritual Qi separated from the void, entering his body through his breath.
Once the Spiritual Qi entered his body, it circulated through the Grand Circulation, gradually refined into mana, finally entering the Dantian, injecting a tiny thread of water into the still-forming eighty-first drop of liquid magical power.
After a Grand Circulation, Qi Shang opened his eyes, sensing the faint trace of mana increase in his Dantian, his expression sowhat gloomy: "The increase in magical power foundation is too slow. Who knows when the eighty-first drop of liquid magical power will fully condense, let alone the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage?"
Qi Shang, dressed in the attire of a Wind Moon Sect Elder, appeared to be in his mid-fifties, with a knife scar the length of a palm near his left eye, a wound inflicted by a demon beast’s claw in his youth.
Originally a Foundation Establishnt Middle Stage Elder of the Wind Moon Sect, he was actually one hundred and eighty years old, with not much ti left before reaching the two hundred and fifty to sixty-year lifespan limit of a Foundation Establishnt Great Cultivator, with just a few decades remaining. The long-held expectation has been to advance to the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage before his demise.
However, achieving the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage is not so easily accomplished.
He had entered the Foundation Establishnt Middle Stage with thirty-eight drops of liquid magical power, and upon entry, reached a liquid magical power foundation of sixty-six drops. After years of cultivation, he finally reached the current foundation of eighty-one drops.
But to advance to the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage, at least ninety-nine drops of liquid magical power foundation are required. He is still short by almost nineteen drops, a distance considered extrely far, making it uncertain whether he can condense them before his lifespan runs out. Even if he manages to condense these nineteen drops, he will likely be too old to hope for the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage.
Even so, possessing an eighty-one drop liquid magical power foundation, his strength is quite comndable among the Foundation Establishnt Middle Stage Elders of the Wind Moon Sect, ranking in the upper-middle tier.
His artifact nad "Twelve Blinding Golden Wheels" is a Tier Two Upper Grade Spiritual Artifact, with top-tier destructive and attacking power even among Tier Two Upper Grade Spiritual Artifacts.
Thus, he holds a good reputation within the Wind Moon Sect, not even the Foundation Establishnt Late Stage Elders would easily overlook him.
Among Foundation Establishnt Early Stage Elders, True Disciples, Inner Sect Disciples, and others with a lower position, he is quite renowned, indeed one of the powerful elders of the Wind Moon Sect.
"Elder Qi, you have a secret ssage delivered."
Just as Qi Shang was feeling a bit gloomy about his cultivation progress, a voice ca from outside the cave mansion.
"A secret ssage?" Qi Shang frowned.
Still, he waved his sleeve, opening the cave mansion door and the array enveloping it, allowing a steward to enter.
The steward held a seemingly ordinary letter, approached Qi Shang, and presented it with both hands.
Qi Shang took it nonchalantly, opened it, and glanced over it. It was this glance that caused his gaze to freeze, then swiftly fold the letter with both hands, raising his eyes to the steward: "Alright, you may leave."
Though the steward felt puzzled, he respectfully departed.
Once the steward left, Qi Shang closed the cave mansion door again, clasping the array outside, then spread the letter open again, his sharp gaze falling on the letter, which on a large piece of snow-white cotton paper, bore only one sentence:
"Ah Shang, how have you been? I am waiting for you at Pan Flood Dragon Valley."
Aside from this, the letter contained no other information, not even a signature.
However, Qi Shang knew who had written this letter.
Just the words "Ah Shang" alone caused many mory fragnts and scenes to flash through his mind.
"So... it was Ah Jin..." Qi Shang’s gaze lingered on that sentence, with a trace of gloomy and complicated emotion flashing in his eyes, he murmured to himself.
Qi Shang was originally a normal mortal boy from the Western Realm, in a place called Little Western City.
In fact, he was not even from the city, but a rural boy from an area near the Little Western Realm, and was from the sa village as "Ah Jin," joining his parents on a market day trip to Little Western City.
By chance, they encountered the Spirit Testing Ceremony held by the Wind Moon Sect in Little Western City and intended to participate.
Both sets of parents were against this, not aspiring for their sons to beco cultivators, preferring to keep them close.
But he and Ah Jin thought otherwise, and taking advantage of their parents’ busy bargaining at the market, they sneaked out to attend the Spirit Testing Ceremony.
Originally, both had a slight aspiration for cultivation immortality, mixed with a bit of youthful curiosity and did not expect much to co of it.
Yet unexpectedly, both were found to have spirit roots, and the spirit roots were quite impressive, especially Ah Jin, who was even more outstanding.
The two were overjoyed, as if they had been struck by a falling fortune, and asked the Immortal Masters from the Wind Moon Sect for permission to go back ho to tell their parents the great news before heading to the Wind Moon Sect.
His parents, though worried about agreeing to his cultivation of immortality, had no choice since the spirit root had been detected and reported by the Immortal Masters from the Wind Moon Sect.
He was extrely excited, looking forward to the next day when he would join his childhood playmate Ah Jin to head to the Wind Moon Sect together.
However, the next day, he couldn’t find Ah Jin, and even upon eting the Immortal Masters from the Wind Moon Sect and following them into the sect, he never saw Ah Jin.
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