Transmigration and Self-Saving Cultivation

Jun Luochuan's reputation in the sect was like a brilliant shooting star streaking across the night sky, becoming increasingly dazzling. His outstanding performance eventually attracted the attention and importance of the sect elders, much like a magnet.

On this day, the brilliant sunlight, like golden threads, filtered through the dense foliage and gently fell upon the sect's training ground. Jun Luochuan was engaged in a fierce magical sparring session with a group of disciples amidst this light. His movements were as agile as a nimble cheetah, his spells flowing freely and effortlessly, each movement seemingly imbued with the power of thunder, yet also filled with delicate and precise control.

In the distance, several elders stood quietly atop the pavilion, like gods looking down upon all living beings, their eyes piercing as they silently observed Jun Luochuan's every move.

"This young man's talent is like a brilliant pearl buried deep underground; once revealed, it shines brightly. His efforts are like a continuous stream, persistent and unwavering, truly remarkable," an elder said slowly, stroking his beard, his expression as if admiring a rare treasure.

"Yes, in the recent difficult tasks and fierce competitions, he has stood out from the crowd with outstanding performance. Given time, he will surely become a towering tree, reaching for the sky and achieving extraordinary things." Another elder nodded slightly, his eyes full of praise, his tone as warm and expectant as a spring breeze.

At this moment, Jun Luochuan was completely focused on his fierce battle with his opponent, like a warrior in the eye of a storm, single-minded and oblivious to the elders' watchful gazes.

"Jun Luochuan, take this!" the opponent roared, instantly unleashing a powerful spell as strong as a dragon emerging from the sea, its light dazzling and its momentum fierce.

Jun Luochuan's eyes narrowed, like stars in a cold night, instantly radiating a resolute light. He moved with lightning speed, reacting swiftly and skillfully deflecting the opponent's fierce attack with the deft touch of a weaver, and then launched a thunderous counterattack.

"Good!" The elders cheered in unison, their voices like resounding bells echoing across the training ground, shaking the very soul.

After the sparring session ended, Jun Luochuan suddenly realized the presence of the elders. He quickly bowed slightly in respect, his movements both courteous and elegant.

"Greetings, elders."

The elders smiled, their smiles as warm as the spring sun, gesturing for him to come closer.

"Jun Luochuan, we have all witnessed your performance, which was truly outstanding and admirable," said the leading elder, his voice steady and powerful, seemingly able to penetrate the hearts of people.

Jun Luochuan humbly replied, "Thank you for your kind words, elders. I am well aware that I still have many shortcomings. Like a rough jade that has not been fully polished, I still need to work harder and continue to refine myself."

The elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with admiration and recognition for Jun Luochuan.

"From this day forward, you must train even harder. The sect has placed as heavy expectations on you as the mountains and rivers."

Jun Luochuan nodded solemnly, his posture like that of a warrior before going into battle, resolute and courageous: "This disciple will certainly live up to the elders' high expectations. Even if the road ahead is full of thorns, I will forge ahead bravely."

After that, the elders often watched over Jun Luochuan's cultivation progress like guardian angels, and generously gave him some valuable guidance and advice.

During a difficult training session, Jun Luochuan seemed to have fallen into an endless dark swamp, encountering a bottleneck that was difficult to break through. No matter how hard he struggled or how much effort he put in, he was like a bird trapped in a cage, unable to break free.

Just when he was feeling utterly dejected, like a flower wilted by frost, an elder appeared quietly like a savior.

"Don't worry, don't worry, let me lend you a hand." The elder slowly stretched out his hand, and a gentle yet powerful force, like a warm spring breeze, slowly entered Jun Luochuan's body.

With the elders' strong support, Jun Luochuan finally broke through that stubborn bottleneck, and his strength rose like a butterfly emerging from its cocoon, reaching a new level.

However, this rapid progress also acted as a fuse, arousing jealousy and dissatisfaction among some disciples.

"Why is he able to receive personal guidance from the elder? Could it be that he's taken some unorthodox method?"

"That's right! We work just as hard day and night, so why does the elder never pay attention to us? This is so unfair!"

Faced with these sharp, veiled rumors, Jun Luochuan chose to ignore them like a towering mountain, remaining focused and single-minded in his cultivation.

When Su Yao learned of this, she was so angry that her eyebrows stood on end, and she felt indignant on his behalf.

"Those people are just driven by jealousy, so please don't take it to heart."

Jun Luochuan simply smiled nonchalantly: "Why would I care about these noisy voices? As long as I can continuously improve my own strength, everything else is like fleeting clouds and not worth mentioning."

As time quietly passed, under the close supervision of the elders and through his own unremitting efforts, Jun Luochuan's cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds like a rocket.

But he knew very well that this was only the beginning of a long journey, and countless arduous challenges, like towering mountains, awaited him ahead...

End of this chapter