The Villain Starts From Dual Cultivation With The Protagonist's Master

In the Sacred Land, Lu Chuan greedily absorbs the external Dao Rhyme.

Under the influence of the Saint Dao Rhyme, Lu Chuan feels that the circulation of the Great Dao is extremely smooth.

"I can still increase my speed." Lu Chuan thinks.

Gradually, Lu Chuan has stepped into the realm of cultivation, which can be considered as an entry-level in the path of cultivation.

He devotes himself wholeheartedly to the flow of spiritual energy within his body, even losing track of the passage of time.

In the state of meditation and cultivation, practitioners have an inaccurate perception of time.

The lifespan of cultivators is much longer than that of ordinary mortals. When they reach the Nascent Soul Formation Realm, it often takes decades or even centuries to have a breakthrough in comprehension.

He only feels like he has been cultivating for a while, but three hours have passed in the outside world.

"Elder Wang, it has been three hours and no disciples have come out yet."

"It seems that the talents and comprehension of these new disciples are quite good." Elder Wang nods in appreciation.

The spiritual energy in the Sacred Land is abundant, and the Saint Dao Rhyme is rich. It is impossible for the newly initiated disciples to persist for too long inside.

In previous years, there were disciples with poor comprehension who couldn't hold on and withdrew from it.

This group of new disciples is truly full of potential. If they are well cultivated, the future of the Immortal Gate will be bright.

After a while, one or two disciples gradually come out of the Sacred Land.

Although they only persisted for three hours, they are already outstanding compared to ordinary cultivators who are still meditating.

Being able to comprehend the Saint Dao Rhyme and gain insights into the Great Dao within the Sacred Land is already a great gain for them, so their faces are filled with smiles.

"Hmph, they have no ambition." Nangong Xi sneers when he sees the smiles on their faces.

He has always looked down upon these weaklings and says, "They become complacent with a little gain, but in the end, they won't achieve Great Accomplishment."

The elders who have already come out of the Sacred Land hear these words but dare not retort, they can only coldly snort to express their dissatisfaction.

They want to see if Nangong Xi's arrogant disciple can persist until the end and become the disciple who comprehends the most Dao Rhyme.

After another two hours, Wang Yueyan slowly comes out of the Sacred Land.

During this time, many disciples have finished their comprehension.

Being able to comprehend the Dao Rhyme for five hours within the Sacred Land has already surpassed the majority of disciples who participated in this Sacred Land comprehension.

Now, there are only a few left in the Sacred Land.

"Dad, how was it? Am I amazing?"

Wang Song looks at his daughter and feels genuinely pleased.

"You're amazing, amazing, Yanyan is the best."

Although his daughter has exceptional talent, she is extremely lazy when it comes to cultivation and doesn't want to practice unless someone pushes her.

For her to persist for such a long time in the Sacred Land is a pleasant surprise for Wang Song.

"Then give me a reward. Little White Horse is about to shed its fur, so I want to buy it some good things to replenish it."

"Alright, alright, you go back first, consolidate your comprehension, and we'll talk about it when you come home tonight."

"Oh, and don't call me by my nickname outside."

Wang Yueyan takes the white fox from Wang Song's hands and happily bounces back to her own sect.

Watching Wang Yueyan leave, Wang Song sighs, realizing that his daughter has grown up. She even knows to come to the Sacred Land for comprehension.

He also notices Nangong Xi not far away and fears that he might say something to ruin Wang Yueyan's good mood.

Wang Song glares fiercely at Nangong Xi.

"Elder Wang, what is your intention? I am also happy for your talented nephew." Nangong Xi changes the topic.

"But he still can't reach the top. We'll see who can comprehend the most and absorb the most Dao Rhyme. It still depends on my disciple."

"Nangong Elder is really confident, having such a good disciple. As far as I know, your beloved disciple used some tricks in the recent inner sect competition."

Wang Song can't bear it anymore and can only retort.

"Moreover, even underhanded tactics, he still lost to Lu Chuan, the direct disciple of the sect leader. I believe he will still lose to Lu Chuan in this Sacred Land comprehension."

What Wang Song said is all true, leaving Nangong Xi speechless. He can only stubbornly say, "Then let's wait and see!"

The elders present have long been fed up with Nangong Xi's attitude, and at this moment, they are silently cheering for Lu Chuan in their hearts.

The perspective returns to the Sacred Land.

As time passes, due to the absorption of numerous disciples, the Dao Rhyme in the Sacred Land has become thin.

Lu Chuan's most direct feeling is that the speed at which he absorbs the Dao Rhyme from the outside world is slowing down.

"Why are there only four people left?" Lu Chuan releases his spiritual consciousness and realizes that many disciples have already left the Sacred Land.

The remaining four people are Sima Dong, Luo Li, himself, and a female disciple he doesn't know.

Upon careful observation, Lu Chuan senses something unusual.

The Dao Rhyme is converging towards Luo Li and Sima Dong as they meditate, while the Dao Rhyme around the female disciple is exceptionally abundant.

Has she still not entered the state of enlightenment until now?

The task given by the system is to absorb all the Dao Rhymes in Sacred Land. In order to complete this task, Lu Chuan can only absorb the Dao Rhymes to the best of his ability.

Since you don't cherish the opportunity, don't blame Lu Chuan for being ruthless. And Sima Dong, you also deserve to enter the state of enlightenment.

These Dao Rhymes were reserved by Lu Chuan. Did you ask him before absorbing them without permission?

Lu Chuan accelerates the circulation of spiritual energy in his body, absorbing the spiritual energy around the two of them to himself.

Without the Dao Rhymes, Sima Dong wakes up from his meditation.

He has great confidence in his own comprehension and talent. He has been called a genius since he was a child.

"How is it possible for anyone to surpass me, let me enjoy the silence of Sacred Land and feel the loneliness of the strong."

Sima Dong opens his eyes and declares loudly.

What he sees is not the empty space he imagined, but three other people who are also in the state of enlightenment.

"Ha!" Su Lianlian can't help but laugh when she hears the arrogant declaration not far away.

Knowing that she can't pretend anymore, Su Lianlian can only stand up, droop her eyelids, and try to show sadness, saying with a regretful tone, "It seems that this is where I stop."

"Hold on, you just laughed, didn't you?"

Just after he finished speaking, Sima Dong is slapped in the face and mocked by Su Lianlian. He feels humiliated by the unfamiliar female disciple in front of him.

Little did he know that in the blink of an eye, the female disciple disappeared.

"I'll let you go for now."

Seeing Lu Chuan and the two of them still meditating not far away, a thought arises in Sima Dong's mind to go and cause trouble.

But then he thinks that if something happens to the two of them in the Sacred Land, everyone will know that he, Sima Dong, did it.

He can only give up and angrily leave the Sacred Land.

When the many elders outside see that Sima Dong is the first to come out of the Sacred Land, some laugh heartily, some look at Nangong Xi, and some imitate Nangong Xi's previous expression to express their regret to Sima Dong.

"Hahaha, Elder Nangong, it seems that your disciple is not good enough, not even as good as Lin Jianxian's disciple. Be more low-key next time."

Nangong Xi becomes the target of everyone's criticism for a while. His face turns red, as if he is about to explode in the next second.

Sima Dong doesn't know what happened outside, but seeing the expression of his master, he doesn't dare to say much.

"Master, I think I did well."

"Hmph! Who asked you? Say what you have to say when you go back."

Nangong Xi's mood is complicated at this time.

He has hatred towards Elder Wang Song, anger towards Lu Chuan and Luo Li, and shame for losing face in front of Lin Qingxue.

Seeing Sima Dong, he feels that he didn't do well enough, which led to his embarrassment. So he vents his anger on Sima Dong.

Half an hour later, Lu Chuan's absorption speed of the Dao Rhymes has almost reached zero. Now he is competing with Luo Li for the remaining strands of Dao Rhymes.

Indeed, he is favored by the heavens, being able to compete back and forth with him. Lu Chuan is starting to feel a bit overwhelmed.

But in order to complete the system's task, he can only give it his all.

So what if you are favored by the heavens? I have the Chaos Immortal Physique.

"Elder Wang Song, it has been ten hours now, and there are still two disciples who haven't come out of the Sacred Land."

Lin Qingxue, who has been waiting silently on the side, finally can't help but speak up.

"Should we go in and take a look?" she suggests.

"Maybe those two are forcing themselves to stay in the Sacred Land, absorbing too many Dao Rhymes, and have already exploded and died," Sima Dong blurts out.

Seeing that everyone around is looking at him, Sima Dong feels a bit puzzled.

Could it be that what he thought in his mind just now was said out loud?

Sima Dong feels a chill on his back, and if looks could kill, Lin Qingxue would have killed him a thousand times over.

Just then, lightning flashes and thunder roars in the sky, and a strong wind blows at the entrance of the Sacred Land.

The lightning turns into a blue dragon, and the thunder sounds like a dragon's roar.

The clear sky suddenly becomes covered with thick clouds, which gather and transform into a human figure.

Elder Wang Song stares at the sky, remembering that he has seen this face before.

He knows this person, but this person doesn't know him.

Because when Wang Song was born, this person had already been dead for tens of thousands of years.

"Founder Saint, Li Luo."

Wang Song can't control himself and shouts out these words with a lion's roar.

All the members of Immortal Gate who are looking towards the gate hear what Wang Song said, and they put down what they are doing and look up at the Founder Saint.

Zhang Zhenhai, who is in seclusion, also senses the anomaly in the sect and wakes up from his seclusion.

He calculates with his fingers and deduces the cause and process behind it, unable to help but burst into laughter.

"It seems that I have really taken in a good disciple!"