There is another problem. This Nine Heavens Divine Pill also needs to accumulate power. Before using a power bank, you have to charge it first, so the first few generations of Celestial Masters probably did not get to enjoy this perk.
And to let the power bank charge better, the fourth generation Celestial Master must have moved the dojo directly here.
Lin Mo's words made sense, and a careful analysis showed they were highly logical.
Golden Core stage, a lifespan of five hundred years.
Nascent Soul stage, no more than a thousand years.
If the first-generation Celestial Master truly had earth-shattering abilities and could live past a thousand years, why would this broken issue with the Nine Heavens Divine Pill be left for his descendants to headache over? He would have rebuilt it eight hundred times himself.
So thinking about it carefully, the highest strength of the Celestial Master Mansion should not exceed the Nascent Soul stage, and perhaps Golden Core was already the limit.
As the saying goes, when a man achieves the Dao, even his poultry and dogs rise to Heaven.
If the Celestial Master Mansion really produced an ancestor surpassing the Nascent Soul stage, how could they be content with a small corner of the world? They would not have to mingle with the likes of Yanhuang Awakening, and even dealing with Nihon back then would have been a breeze.
Zhang Gonglian was completely dumbfounded, his brain buzzing.
The thousand-year secret of his Celestial Master Mansion was actually like this?
As a result, Lin Mo lightly added a sentence.
Don't take it seriously, I am just guessing. How would I know the specific situation?
Damn it! After all this time, you were just telling stories?!
Zhang Gonglian looked at the wooden Buddha Face and suddenly seemed to remember something.
Wait! Did not you say before that you would absolutely not interfere with the tribulation of my Celestial Master Mansion?
Lin Mo looked at Zhang Gonglian with the gaze one would use to care for a mentally challenged child.
You still have not figured it out? This tribulation was not supposed to come this quickly. It was me who personally pushed it in front of you.
That is right, from beginning to end, Lin Mo was just a pusher.
Sealing Zhang Gonglian's power prompted Ghost Face to lead the Masked Society to attack the Celestial Master Mansion.
And the tribulation on the surface actually lay with Buddha Face, while the hidden tribulation was actually on the Nine Heavens Divine Pill.
Even without today's incident, in the future, Buddha Face would still come knocking.
And the Nine Heavens Divine Pill would also have problems.
What you cannot hide from is called a tribulation.
Not the Master of Shadows.
Zhang Gonglian carefully savored Lin Mo's words, only feeling a chill down his spine, a cold air rushing straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his skull.
He also understood that Lin Mo was indeed his benefactor, capable of changing his and the Celestial Master Mansion's destiny.
Just as the two had different thoughts, the Buddha Face opposite them moved.
That body let out a creaking sound like wood rubbing together, stiffly turning its head, its rigid expression facing the two.
Opening its mouth, it said, Which generation of the Zhang family are you? Why can I not feel my bloodline on you!
Oh ho!
Now it was Lin Mo's turn to raise an eyebrow.
His deduction had a deviation; things seemed to be more interesting than expected.
However, Lin Mo only had a trace of astonishment; he was actually very curious.
Instead of being nervous, he developed a bit of curiosity.
Then who are you? Which generation's Celestial Master Zhang?
This venerable one does not change his name when traveling or sitting. I am Zhang Fengyi!
(To avoid trouble, let us just use this name.)
These three words exploded like a thunderclap in Zhang Gonglian's mind.
An... Ancestor?!
Zhang Gonglian's legs went soft, almost kowtowing to this master on the spot.
This Zhang Fengyi was exactly the legendary ancestor who founded the Celestial Master Mansion and was revered as the first-generation Celestial Master!
However, a hand steadily blocked in front of him, protecting him behind.
It was Lin Mo.
Stop bowing, that is not your ancestor.
Lin Mo's voice was very light, yet it clearly overpowered Zhang Gonglian's shock. Just a wisp of a remnant soul that barely completed itself by absorbing the lifespans of others.
Lin Mo shook his head, his heart already clear.
He had still guessed one point wrong.
This Nine Heavens Divine Pill was not refined by Zhang Fengyi slaying a Golden Core stage cultivator, but... he himself was that Golden Core.
This first-generation Celestial Master was truly a ruthless person.
For the sake of family inheritance, he did not hesitate to refine his own Golden Core into a pill, guarding his descendants in another way.
At this time, the Buddha Face calling himself Zhang Fengyi locked his gaze firmly onto Zhang Gonglian.
He casually beckoned.
Whoosh!
Zhang Gonglian only felt his pocket lighten, and a warm jade seal flew out, landing steadily in Zhang Fengyi's hand.
The Celestial Master Seal, how did it fall into your hands?
Zhang Fengyi held the small seal, the anger in his voice almost solidifying.
Without waiting for Zhang Gonglian to answer, he pressed again, This venerable one remembers clearly, the position of Celestial Master is only passed down to the direct line! Even if times have changed and the rules altered, you should at least have my Zhang family bloodline!
Who exactly are you!
Anger erupted, and killing intent surged!
Zhang Fengyi flipped his palm, purple lightning circling his palm, letting out a crackling explosion as a blinding ray of lightning instantly condensed.
Palm Thunder!
That ray of lightning was far more solid than any Palm Thunder Zhang Gonglian had ever seen. The aura contained within made all the hairs on his body stand on end, rendering him unable to even twitch.
The shadow of death instantly shrouded him. That aura pressed down so hard his bones were groaning. Let alone moving, even breathing became a luxury.
His mind went blank, leaving only the most primal thought screaming madly.
Cannot dodge!
Cannot block!
I am going to die!
Just at the critical moment when that Palm Thunder was about to hit, a lazy voice rang out in the arena without warning.
A wisp of a remnant soul hiding its head and showing its tail, yet you dare to act wildly in front of me?
Lin Mo, at some unknown time, was already standing in front of Zhang Gonglian, just casually raising a hand, palm facing forward.
A barrier almost invisible to the naked eye instantly formed.
That Palm Thunder, which was enough to instantly kill an early-stage Golden Core cultivator, blasted onto the barrier without even stirring up a ripple, dissipating silently like a clay ox entering the sea.
Even if your true self from a thousand years ago arrived in person, you would still have to weigh whether you are qualified enough.
Lin Mo twisted his neck, letting out a series of crisp bone-cracking sounds.
Since the real final boss had shown up, it was time to start farming!
He was too lazy to speak another word of nonsense. He spread his palm and beckoned towards the sky.
The void trembled, and a pitch-black banner, wreathed in billowing purple energy, appeared out of thin air, landing steadily in his hand.
The Human Emperor Banner!
That incredibly dense purple energy carried an ancient and domineering aura, causing the pupils of Zhang Fengyi, who occupied the Buddha Face's body, to shrink abruptly.
He was only slightly startled and suspicious for a moment before recovering the posture of a supreme expert, his hands slowly spreading open, full of imposing manner.
Sword, come!
His voice was loud and clear, carrying quite a bit of an immortal's demeanor.
Sword your mother's head!
Lin Mo's response was simple and brutal. Without giving him any chance to transform, he swung the Human Emperor Banner and swept it over his head and face.
Are you kidding me? Did you really think you had invincibility frames during your transformation?
His movements were smooth and flowing, very much like a street punk swinging a brick in a brawl.
Whoosh!
I have already gone to the hospital to get it checked out. I was scared too, but it is not a big problem. Just treat it like a normal cold. I have 999 cold medicine, antiviral oral liquid, Xiaochaihu, and Pudilan at home. The doctor said all of these can be taken.
Even having surgery was not this uncomfortable.

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...

end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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