Master of Ten Thousand Foxes-Chapter 268 - 168: Xue Yong’s Seamless Face Change, Supreme Aura from the Dream (Part 2)

"By that time, what do I have to fear from that hammer, Bai Mo."

After some consideration, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket, opened it, and looked at the grass inside.

He lay on the bed, placed the grass on his chest, covered it with his hand, closed his eyes, and quickly entered the dream.

...

When Xue Yong opened his eyes again, he found himself standing under a sky filled with dark clouds, with the sound of a howling wind in his ears.

Beside him, a small river was gently flowing, and a solitary thatched hut stood by the riverbank.

His master, the Round Stone Ancient Immortal, a bald, extremely large fatty in a dirty long robe, sat on the threshold of the thatched hut like a mountain, blocking the entrance as if in deep thought.

Xue Yong stepped forward, bent down, and presented the grass in the plastic bag to his master,

"Master, I think I found an Immortal Grass. Take a look!"

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal was stunned for a moment, lifted his eyelids, and reached out to take the grass.

"Immortal Grass?"

He frowned and was dumbfounded for a moment.

He was an executioner on the Immortal Martial Path and naturally didn't recognize any grass.

He had never seen the one Xue Yong brought.

He looked at it from left to right, sniffing it with his nose.

"You say this is Immortal Grass?

"Where did it come from?

"Why is it Immortal Grass?"

Xue Yong explained.

"I picked it by the roadside at West State University.

"I thought it looked particularly like a person! Like someone standing at attention!

"It... well... it got deformed when I put it in the plastic bag and then in my pocket, so it doesn't look like it anymore.

"This..."

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal touched his greasy bald head, always feeling like his disciple was a bit of a fool.

But this kind of fool wouldn't dare randomly pull up a weed from the roadside to trick him, would he?

The grass, wilting inside the plastic bag, with broken leaves and stems, could it really have some mystery?

"Alright, go practice your martial arts.

"I'll study it further."

With that, the Round Stone Ancient Immortal got up, returned to the pitch-black thatched hut, and closed the door.

...

Fox Mountain.

Gale-force winds swept into the Bronze Hall.

Bai Mo squatted beside the table, inspecting the utensils dug up by his disciples.

"Is this... a toilet?

"Is this... a chamber pot?"

The ruins on the other side of the swamp were indeed a dormitory area!

The excavated items were mostly toilets, chamber pots, and bowls.

These toilets often had serial characters engraved on them.

Although generally speaking, no one would carve prescriptions on a toilet or chamber pot, Bai Mo still carefully examined them, not missing any potentially valuable information.

"Is this... a prescription for treating frequent urination?"

"Is this, a recipe for soaking dates in child urine?"

Reading one by one, Bai Mo's expression turned strange, not knowing what to say.

These were all small formulas from Sequence Eight; he quickly finished reading them without much effort.

He found a toilet of approximately the right size, filled it with some soil, and planted the weed, which resembled a small beauty, that had just been dug up.

"Finished reading the documents for now, let's study further to figure out what's going on with this?"

Firstly, this is definitely not Immortal Grass!

...

The thatched hut was pitch black.

In the corner, a large fatty, like a mountain of flesh, was curled up in a barrel of potion.

After the Round Stone Ancient Immortal entered, there were now two large fatties in the thatched hut.

"Disciple, are you feeling better?"

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal softly asked.

The mountain of flesh in the potion barrel raised his head, his eyes shimmering with tears in the darkness.

His voice was choked.

"Master, am I useless... sob sob sob...

"I couldn't kill Wu Jianxian, nor could I beat that Alchemist...

"I have only completed two of the Sequence Seven's ten cultivations, and no matter what, I can't proceed with the third one..."

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal walked forward and patted his bald head.

"My good disciple, don't cry, don't rush!

"The Sequence Seven cultivation is about laying the foundation for becoming an immortal.

"These ten cultivations require a person to put in hundreds of years of effort for each.

"Back in the day, even I, your master, took nearly a thousand years to barely complete them.

"In just a few years, through our joint efforts as master and disciple, that you can complete the first two already makes you a once-in-a-millennium genius! 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

"You need to keep a good mindset, don't rush, take it slowly.

"There are only a few in the current world with Sequence Seven. But each one has their own opportunities, their own talents, and they are all dragons and phoenixes among people!

"That you are competitive with them is also normal."

The fatty in the potion barrel cried sobbingly.

"But some say, that Alchemist, he... he might have gone very far already..."

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal flicked his robe sleeve.

"Hey!

"Don't worry unnecessarily, don't be overly cautious!

"How far can he go?

"In just a few years, even with the help of the Ancient Immortal Master, if he can complete the three cultivations, he's already a once-in-a-millennium genius!"

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal comforted his disciple.

Yet he was also depressed in his heart.

He once had two encounters with that Alchemist across the boundary of dreams and reality. That guy already had an imposing presence, unfathomably deep. Always reminding him of the legends of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty, where there were those whose cultivation speeds were ghostly fast! Rising like comets, dominating an era!

For them, the cultivation that took ordinary geniuses a hundred years to complete was done in just one night!

The barriers painstakingly broken through by ordinary geniuses seemed nonexistent to them!

Their path of ascension was unimpeded, as if they sang forward in a wild chorus!

Could such people appear in this world?

Could the Ruins Immortal Realm foster such individuals?

The Round Stone Ancient Immortal was confused, not knowing how to judge.

But he sneered coldly.

Even if ascension comes quickly, so what?

Even if climbing buildings is swift, so what?

He, the Round Stone Ancient Immortal, is just an ordinary genius, but has long been waiting for those to follow on the Immortal Cultivation path, waiting at the top of the skyscraper among the clouds for climbers.