Mythical Cultivation

Wu Tianlong was still looking forward to Wu Ming continuing to talk about the results of this mission.

However, suddenly he received a message from his grandson.

He knew in his heart that his grandson would never convey a message to him in person for no reason, and he would be so cautious. There must be some unspeakable secret behind it.

Wu Tianlong maintained his apparent calmness, as if nothing had happened, but in fact his heart was already in turmoil.

He quickly replied via voice transmission, "Ah Ming, if this is an extremely precious item, you can keep it for yourself. I know you are filial, but you don't have to always worry about an old man like me."

Wu Ming's voice came immediately after: "Grandpa, this stuff is quite a lot. I have tried it myself and the effect is very good. Don't worry! I just want to honor you, so don't refuse it.

However, this thing must not be made known to others, otherwise it will attract their covetousness and bring us huge trouble. Grandpa, do you have a place here that can block other people's spiritual awareness?"

Wu Ming's voice echoed in Wu Tianlong's mind. Although he still had a relaxed smile on his face, his voice revealed an unprecedented seriousness and caution.

After hearing Wu Ming's voice transmission, Wu Tianlong thought to himself, "This child is so cautious. He must have obtained some extremely important opportunity that he cannot reveal to others."

He thought for a moment, then replied via voice transmission, "Follow me upstairs to the room where I usually practice. There's a restriction there that blocks spiritual consciousness. Even a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment stage would find it difficult to penetrate. Only a cultivator at the Golden Core stage would be able to detect anything unusual."

After the message was transmitted, Wu Tianlong did not immediately get up and go to the second floor, but first picked up the materials that Wu Ming had placed on the table.

After everything was packed up, he said slowly, "Ah Ming, come on, follow me to the second floor. We can have a good chat there."

Wu Ming naturally understood his grandfather's intention. He understood and responded with a casual tone:

"Okay, Grandpa, I'll go up with you right away, and I'll also tell you about my experience this time."

Their conversation seemed casual, but it was actually intentional.

The purpose is to deceive any possible surveillance. After all, they cannot be sure whether there are other people's spies or spiritual surveillance in the store.

In this way, even if there is someone watching, it will be difficult to detect any abnormality in their conversation.

After carefully putting away the materials, Wu Tianlong walked towards the second floor without hesitation.

His steps were unusually steady, as if what was next was just a daily reminiscing between the grandfather and grandson, without any sense of urgency at all.

When Wu Ming saw his grandfather's steps, he couldn't help but praise in his heart: The older the ginger, the more experienced it is.

Then he followed and walked behind Wu Tianlong.

The two entered the room one after the other. The layout of the room was simple and elegant, without too much decoration.

Wu Tianlong stood in the middle of the room, first pinching his fingers and reciting a spell, then pointing to eight locations in the room.

Then Wu Ming felt that his originally sensitive spiritual awareness seemed to be obscured and could no longer penetrate.

After Wu Tianlong finished his action, he turned to face Wu Ming, a hint of curiosity in his eyes, and asked, "A Ming, what exactly is this opportunity you mentioned earlier? Why are you so cautious?"

Wu Ming looked at his grandfather's expression and knew that this should be a very hidden place that would not be easily discovered by anyone.

He calmed himself down, reached into his storage bag, and took out an exquisite jade bottle.

Wu Ming held the jade bottle tightly in his hand, as if it were an extremely precious treasure.

He took a deep breath, then slowly handed the jade bottle to Wu Tianlong and said softly, "Grandpa, take a look at this."

Seeing this, Wu Tianlong quickly reached out to take the jade bottle. The moment he held it, he felt that the jade bottle was a little light, as if there was nothing inside.

But he did not ask any questions, but gently opened the bottle cap, because the answer was about to be revealed.

The moment he opened the bottle cap, an extremely pure vital energy gushed out of the bottle like a clear spring.

This vital energy is rich and pure, as if it contains endless vitality and energy.

Wu Tianlong was shocked and hurriedly put the bottle cap back on, fearing that the pure energy would be lost.

Although it was just a quick glance, the pure energy of heaven and earth had been deeply imprinted in his mind, filling his heart with horror.

He stared at the jade bottle in his hand with wide eyes, muttering in disbelief: "This, this... is actually the thousand-year-old spiritual milk?"

His voice trembled slightly, and he was obviously extremely shocked by this discovery.

"Grandpa's vision is truly remarkable! This is truly the Millennium Spiritual Milk! With this precious spiritual object, Grandpa's cultivation will surely advance by leaps and bounds, and all the wasted time will be made up!"

Wu Ming praised his grandfather Wu Tianlong with great joy, as if he had already seen his grandfather's great progress in cultivation.

When Wu Tianlong heard Wu Ming's praise, a gratified smile appeared on his face.

He naturally knew the value of this thousand-year-old spiritual milk. With it, his path of cultivation would be much easier.

Back then, he himself was also extremely talented, otherwise how could he become friends with Wang Cheng, an internal disciple of the sect?

As the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together. If one's strength and talent are not comparable, how can one become friends?

However, the path of spiritual practice is never smooth.

Although Wu Tianlong has good talent, it does not mean that he will definitely achieve great success.

On the path of cultivation, countless talented young people end up achieving nothing and making no achievements.

What's worse, some young people with excellent talents unfortunately died in fights with others, and died early and turned into a handful of earth.

This shows that sometimes choice is more important than talent.

A correct choice, even if one's qualifications are slightly inferior, may not necessarily lead to success;

On the contrary, if you make the wrong choice, no matter how talented you are, it will be difficult to achieve anything, and it may even become a death warrant.

And Wu Tianlong is one of those many gifted people.

However, it is regrettable that despite his high qualifications, he has never been able to achieve any success in the path of cultivation.

If he had not accidentally obtained some opportunity in his later years, he would not have finally reached the foundation-building stage.

I'm afraid that even if he hasn't passed away yet, he must be in his twilight years and dying.

"Oh, Ming, you are absolutely right!"

After hearing Wu Ming's words, Wu Tianlong couldn't help but nod in agreement.