Wu Tianjun and the other two turned around and walked out of the Yuanmu Star Forest. He didn't want Molong City to venture too deep into the forest just yet.
As they were rushing forward, a person suddenly appeared in front of them. It was none other than Wu Zixuan, whom Wu Tianjun had previously sent away.
"Why are you still here?" Mo Lian asked coldly.
"I don't want to see you," Wu Tianjun said indifferently.
"Young Master! I know I was wrong, but that was still a descendant of my Wu family. I couldn't just stand by and watch them get killed! I believe if it were you, you would do the same!" Wu Zixuan explained. He was, after all, in the most difficult position.
"Indeed! If it were me, I would do the same. So what?" Wu Tianjun said with a faint smile.
"Uh..." His words left Wu Zixuan and Mo Lian speechless. If the Young Master would do the same, then what right did he have to blame Wu Zixuan? The Young Master's thoughts were truly unfathomable.
"Anyone who wants to kill me doesn't need to live in this world anymore. You and I are in different positions, so naturally, we have different perspectives. I only need to know that she wanted to kill me, whether it was accidental or intentional..." Wu Tianjun continued.
"..." This time, all three old men were dumbfounded. That's right! The Young Master wasn't wrong. If it were them, they would have killed without hesitation!
"What's your intention waiting for us here?" Wu Tianjun turned to ask, changing the subject.
"I wish to acknowledge you as my master!" Wu Zixuan said quickly.
"I already said, I don't want to see you! Leave!" This time, Wu Tianjun didn't say much more. After speaking, he departed. Mo Lian and the other man glanced at Wu Zixuan before leaving as well.
"..." Wu Zixuan didn't know what to say. He just watched the three figures disappear, lost in thought.
"Young Master! He was, after all, in a difficult position. If we add him..." Mo Lian was about to speak up for Wu Zixuan when Wu Tianjun cut him off.
"Hmph! We'll see about him. I can't just let this anger go, hmph! If he's still there in three months, then we'll take him in. Missing one Saint Ancestor isn't too important to me right now." Wu Tianjun said with a hint of anger.
Mo Lian and Chi Danzi's faces twitched. The Young Master was just throwing a childish tantrum. There was no real hatred; perhaps there once was, but it was very faint now. It seemed that even though the Young Master possessed heaven-defying methods, he was still only thirteen years old, still a child at heart. They saw this, but didn't dare to say anything, lest the Young Master punish them terribly!
After a swift flight, Wu Tianjun and the other two arrived at the pre-arranged meeting point with Molong City's spirit. As soon as they arrived, the ground trembled, and a passage appeared. Wu Tianjun and the other two jumped down without hesitation. Having entered Molong City, their days of cultivation officially began.
"Master!" As soon as Wu Tianjun appeared in the main hall, the spirit immediately greeted him. It had now recovered seventy percent of its strength, mainly thanks to the Lightning Tribulation Fluid. Without the Lightning Tribulation Fluid, it would have been impossible for it to recover to this extent in less than a hundred years. Moreover, without Wu Tianjun, it feared it would have already perished to that Soul Sword.
"Hmm! It seems your recovery is not bad, eh?" Wu Tianjun looked at the spirit, assessed it for a moment, then spoke.
"Thanks to Master's Lightning Tribulation Fluid, I've recovered seventy percent..." the spirit said, rubbing its hands together. It wanted more Lightning Tribulation Fluid.
"If you want more Lightning Tribulation Fluid, then work hard, and I'll give you some later! How have those guys been arranged?" He was referring to the spirit bodies.
"Yes! As you commanded, these past few days I haven't let them cultivate. Their main focus has just been learning various cultivation fundamentals," the Qi Ling said with a hint of solemnity. This young master actually took the eight great spirit bodies as his subordinates. What terrifying methods and abilities were these?
"Hmph! Bring them here. It's time I helped them activate their spirit bodies and bloodlines," Wu Tianjun said with a smile. "Also, call those old fogeys over. It's time to cultivate. Aren't they expecting this Young Master to go teach those guys how to cultivate?" Wu Tianjun changed his tone.
"Yes! Master, I'll go call them right away." The Qi Ling, thinking Wu Tianjun was about to erupt in anger, immediately scurried away, leaving Ma Lian and Chi Danzi looking at each other and smiling. The Young Master was still so young.
"Young Master! How do you plan to activate their spirit bodies and bloodlines?" Chi Danzi asked curiously, while Ma Lian immediately looked over.
"Have you heard of the Primordial Races?" Wu Tianjun didn't want to hide the matter of these spirit bodies from them.
"The Primordial Races..." Chi Danzi and Ma Lian's pupils contracted. In this era, merely possessing a trace of Primordial Race bloodline was enough to make one a genius coveted by various powers. From that, one could see just how terrifying the Primordial Races were.
"Heh! What if I told you that the eight great spirit root bodies are all descendants of a branch of the Primordial God Race?" Wu Tianjun dropped an even heavier bombshell.
"The Primordial God Race... One of the two strongest races in primordial times?! They... how could that be?" Ma Lian and Chi Danzi exclaimed in shock.
"Nothing is impossible. It's just that you don't know how to activate them!" Wu Tianjun said indifferently.
Ma Lian and Chi Danzi stared at Wu Tianjun in astonishment. They had lived for tens of thousands of years, yet they were not even comparable to a thirteen-year-old Young Master. What kind of fortuitous encounter had he truly stumbled upon? Was there anything in this world that he didn't know?
"Young Master, how can you activate them?" Chi Danzi got straight to the point.
"Haha, the key is me," Wu Tianjun unexpectedly pointed to himself and said with a laugh. "More precisely, my blood!" he affirmed.
"..." Ma Lian and Chi Danzi were startled. What kind of bloodline did the Young Master possess?
Soon, the Qi Ling brought the eight spirit bodies and the eight old fogeys. They still had a few complaints.
"Young Master! I was cultivating at a crucial point!" This peak Saint-God was one of the Eight Protectors.
"That's right..." The other old fogeys also chimed in with their protests.
"Quiet down! This Young Master is swamped with work. Later, you can all take turns spending a month answering their questions." Wu Tianjun gestured for everyone to stop talking. "There will be plenty of benefits for you..." Wu Tianjun tossed nearly a hundred drops of Lightning Tribulation Fluid to each of them. "Among you, whoever knows alchemy should follow Chi Danzi, and whoever knows artifact refining should follow Ma Lian. We'll need to raise some funds later, and the materials are currently with the two of them!" Wu Tianjun spoke for a while before pausing and turning to the spirit bodies. "Now, I will help you activate your spirit bodies and bloodlines. It's going to be quite painful. Whoever wants to go first, step forward. There's no need to waste everyone's time. I'll wait for you in the control room." With that, Wu Tianjun turned and headed to the control room—the very place where he had first met the Artifact Spirit.
"I'll do it!" "Let me!" Huo Yunfeng and Feng Daoling spoke almost simultaneously the moment Wu Tianjun finished speaking. Of the two, Huo Yunfeng's meridians had been ruined by poison since childhood, preventing him from cultivating and subjecting him to endless humiliation. He no longer cared about pain; his only desire was to be able to cultivate immediately. As for Feng Daoling, he had suffered from a strange affliction since childhood, so pain was nothing to him. He, too, desperately craved the power to exact his revenge as quickly as possible. After days of discussion and learning, he had come to understand just how terrifying Sacred Ancestor Xuan Feng truly was. To exact his revenge, he had to become far stronger.
"You..." The two of them immediately glared at each other, both thinking, *Is this guy trying to compete with me?*
"Haha! If both of you want it, then come in together! Hehe!" Wu Tianjun chuckled strangely when he saw them glaring at each other. These two really underestimated the "pain" he had mentioned.
"..." The ten great experts, though currently bodiless spirits and unable to fully grasp the situation, still shivered. They feared that under the Young Master's methods, these two were going to suffer miserably.
Naturally unaware, Feng Daoling and Huo Yunfeng strode quickly toward the control room, like newborn calves who feared no tigers. The old monsters silently offered a prayer for them.
"Heh! You two better prepare yourselves. It's going to hurt a bit," Wu Tianjun said with a grin.
"If it allows me to cultivate, what's a little pain?" Huo Yunfeng said, utterly unfazed, like a dead pig that fears no boiling water.
"I need power!" Feng Daoling also said solemnly. Then, he turned to Huo Yunfeng and said in a mocking tone, "You'd better not scream when you can't take it!"
"Hmph, I'd be more worried about you screaming," Huo Yunfeng snorted coldly before sitting down.
"Alright! Save your chatter for later! Swallow this!" Wu Tianjun used his Primordial Soul to squeeze out two drops of the God Clan's primordial essence blood and gave them to the two. Perhaps it would be enough to trigger an ancestral reversion in their bloodlines. What he did not know, however, was that his own bloodline was predominantly Primordial blood. This would not only cause the bloodlines of the eight great spiritual bodies to revert to their ancestors, but because it contained a trace of his own unique lineage, it would also allow them to evolve even further—surpassing their ancestors and approaching the level of Primordial beings. But that was a matter for the future. At this moment, Feng Daoling and his companion were already beginning to regret not taking the pain of bloodline activation seriously.
"Aaaah..." Less than ten breaths after swallowing the blood, Feng Daoling and his companion screamed in agony. Blue veins bulged on their foreheads, cold sweat poured down, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.