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Jiang Lan lowered his eyebrows.

According to his master.

The Witchcloud Gathering seemed safe.

But with so many people gathered together, would it truly be safe?

Jiang Lan didn’t believe him.

As long as it was a form of training, as long as there was competition, there would usually be some accidents.

He would definitely encounter it if he really went.

It wouldn’t be a problem if he didn’t go out.

During these 50 years, he had stayed in the Ninth Summit and trained for 110 years.

Besides encountering a few situations where he had to leave the Ninth Summit 50 years ago, he did not encounter anything else.

As it turned out.

It was still the safest if he stayed in the Ninth Summit.

Doing so would not affect his cultivation and him signing in.

Although it was possible to sign something good after leaving for three months.

But it was too far and too long.

He was currently at the Void Refinement Realm, but once he used his actual cultivation base in front of everyone.

It would be difficult for him to cultivate quietly after that.

In short.

He just wasn’t strong enough.

“Master, my cultivation is still very weak.” Jiang Lan refused.

He still felt that it was better to continue cultivating in the Ninth Summit.

If he had to change an environment, he could go to the other summits.

He did not have to go out.

Moreover, he had dreamed for ten years, which meant that he had not signed in for ten years.

Who knew how big the accumulation of Great Dao gift had reached.

If he managed to get his hands on another Creation of Heaven and Earth, it would be much easier for him to become an immortal.

Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiang Lan for a moment, then said.

“There’s nothing wrong with cultivating hard. However, if you don’t interact with the outside world, it’s easy to be separated from the outside world.”

He felt that this disciple was too eccentric.

Even though he had a good temperament, he did not have to refuse to interact with others.

“Not being able to see the light and darkness of others will cause you to fall into a blind spot, especially with your temperament,” Mo Zhengdong added.

“Disciple will often reflect on himself,” Jiang Lan replied with his head lowered.

His master was right. Sometimes, the lack of socializing would put him in the wrong path.

This required caution.

This was especially the case for him. The further he walked, the more careless he would be.

Fortunately, his master had reminded him earlier.

Since Jiang Lan had said so, what else could Mo Zhengdong say?

So be it.

“You can visit the other summits in Kunlun when you have time,” said Mo Zhengdong.

It was always right to go out for a breather.

He wanted to take a look at his senior brother and junior brother’s behavior and personality so that he could have a better understanding of himself.

It had been decades since Jiang Lan left the Ninth Summit.

However, the Ninth Summit was well taken care of.

“Alright.” Jiang Lan nodded.

This was still possible.

It was better than training outside.

Especially after so many years, no one would remember him.

No one would care about the bead Ao Longyu gave him.

Of course, on the surface, his cultivation was about to reach the perfected Golden Core realm, but in fact, it had far exceeded most of his peers.

He was still a genius.

After all, the bead that Ao Longyu gave him was too extraordinary. In fact, he was pretty embarrassed to suppress his cultivation level by so much.

Under normal circumstances, genius disciples needed about 150 years before they attempted to break through to the Essence Soul Realm.

He was only 110 years old now.

This was all because of the resources he had.

However, after so many years, the few people he knew were probably already Essence Soul cultivators.

He had decided to check them out when he had the time.

If they were only at the perfected Golden Core Realm, he would not allow his superficial cultivation to advance to the Essence Soul Realm.

At present, he knew roughly four Golden Core cultivators.

If Senior Sister Ao didn’t say anything, she was definitely already an Essence Soul cultivator.

Next was the two he had met at the entrance to the Netherworld Cave, and lastly, Senior Sister Lin from the Third Summit.

In theory, they should all have reached the Essence Soul Realm.

After that, Jiang Lan didn’t think too much about it. He went back to cultivate and signed in while he was at it.

…

“No one from the Ninth Summit is going this time?”

After Jiang Lan went to cultivate, a middle-aged man appeared on the Ninth Summit to ask Mo Zhengdong.

His hair was a little messy, and one of his strands of white hair was particularly eye-catching. His stubble was not completely shaved either.

He looked pretty unkempt.

Mo Zhengdong nodded helplessly.

“Yes, my disciple doesn’t like to travel.”

“It happens once every few hundred years. It would be a shame not to go. It’s good for him to see the outside world.” The middle-aged man stood beside Mo Zhengdong and continued.

“I heard that this disciple of yours has quite a good disposition. However, he’s about to become a hermit. He has lost all his emotions and desires. He doesn’t look like a young man at all. ”

“Haha.” Mo Zhengdong laughed.

“He’s over a hundred years old. He’s not young anymore.”

Jiu Zhongtian did not continue on this. Instead, he looked at Mo Zhengdong with a serious expression.

“What do you plan to do when he reaches the Void Refinement Realm, the final step before stepping past the immortal gate?”

Many people knew how difficult this step was.

It was easy for some people, but for others, it was a dead end.

Jiang Lan naturally wouldn’t encounter a dead end, but his path definitely wasn’t easy.

He needed external help.

Mo Zhengdong looked at Jiu Zhongtian and did not answer the question.

“Jiang Lan is the only disciple I have recognized in so many years.”

“So what do you want to do?” Jiu Zhongtian asked.

“Not much,” Mo Zhengdong said calmly.

“Helping him become an immortal is part of my job as his master.”

Jiu Zhongtian looked at Mo Zhengdong and remained silent. Then, he stopped asking about this matter.

“Are you sure he’s not going? We should set off in a few days.”

“No.” Mo Zhengdong shook his head.

“Jiang Lan is not an impulsive person. He knows his limits. If he doesn’t want to go, he should have his own plans.”

Jiu Zhongtian did not nod and disappeared.

Since that was the case, there was no need to say anything more.

However, it was not easy for the Ninth Summit to have a disciple. He had thought that he would definitely go.

After all, by doing so, the outside world would know that the Ninth Summit was still around.

Otherwise, many people would not know that Kunlun still had the Ninth Summit.

Some people had begun to think that Kunlun only had eight summits.

Mo Zhengdong understood that, but it was just an empty title.

He didn’t pursue fame and neither did he care about it.