Chapter 488 - 650 : Withered wood

"No. But seeing that you are so old and still sweeping floors, could you be the legendary hidden expert?"

"Then do you think this old man looks like an expert?" Wentian chuckled.

"I do not have divine sense, so I cannot tell. But my intuition tells me that perhaps you are some major figure of the academy or the Immortal Martial Alliance."

This clever little imp!

Wentian smiled and said, "Since you think I am, why not help this old man sweep the floor? Perhaps you can gain some favor with this old man.

"When this old man achieves great success one day, I may accept you as a disciple."

Ye Fan revealed a suspicious expression. After thinking, he said, "Perhaps this boy is thinking too much, but Elder, you do indeed look old. Helping you is only right.

"In the future, leave your miscellaneous work to this boy."

This is him trying to latch onto me!

I want to see how long you can keep it up.

"Then many thanks to this student." Wentian handed the broom to him. "This old man's spirit is somewhat poor. I will rest nearby."

From then on, Ye Fan came every day to help Wentian with some miscellaneous chores.

After going back and forth, the two became familiar.

"Grandpa Wuyan, last time you said you have five sons and one daughter, but why have I never seen them come visit you?"

"They are all busy."

"Then do you have grandchildren at Moonlit Academy?"

"They do not qualify."

"Immortal cultivation requires spiritual root aptitude, but the starting point of Martial Dao is much lower. Why not send one or two over? If they achieve something in their studies in the future, that can strengthen the family too."

"Why spend that wronged money? They can just practice casually at home. When free, they still have to work in the fields."

"Grandpa Wuyan, why do you always carry this potted plant with you?"

Time flowed like water.

In the blink of an eye, another two years passed.

Wentian raised his head and looked at the sky, saying calmly, "It is about time to prepare to leave."

Some time ago, Jianyi Mingxian sent a message saying that in another two or three months, she would be able to arrange an early third-rank formation for the family.

He had been waiting for this moment.

Only when the family was completely guaranteed could he leave in peace.

After all, once he left,

If he did not become Golden Core, he would not return!

After nearly three years, Ye Fan's body had gradually grown, and he now had the appearance of a refined youth.

Relying on his own efforts, he had forcefully reached the grandmaster completion realm.

Although there was still no magic power or Xiantian true qi in his dantian, he could already raise his hand and turn spiritual energy into a trace of magic power or Xiantian true qi.

Thus, he could rapidly cast spells or use Xiantian martial arts.

Therefore, although he was at the first level of Qi Refining, he was not much weaker than Immortal Dao students and Martial Dao students in the Higher Academy who were about to graduate.

The most outstanding among the two institutes were all comparable to mid grandmaster martial artists or seventh-level Qi Refining cultivators.

Relying on his physical strength and his unique skill of transformation, Ye Fan could fight them head-on. He was truly a heaven-sent talent.

"Grandpa Wuyan, what are you looking at? What chores are there today? Tell me."

After several years, Ye Fan had long since grown used to it.

At first, he had only felt that the other party was a legendary immortal cultivation mighty figure.

Later, he only felt that the old man was very interesting and was happy to speak with him, chatting about everything beneath the sky.

Gradually, there was even a feeling of grandparent-grandchild affection lingering around them.

This perhaps had something to do with the fact that he had never received kinship since childhood.

"I am looking at the sky."

"Looking at today's weather?"

"I am looking at how the sky of this cage differs from the sky outside."

"Cage? Outside?" Ye Fan was a little confused.

Wentian turned his head and looked at him with a faint smile. "Little Ye, did you not say I am an immortal cultivation mighty figure? I am preparing to leave this place. Do you have a wish?

"On account of the fact that you helped me with chores for all these years and chatted with me, I can satisfy one wish of yours."

"Grandpa Wuyan, stop joking."

"There is only one chance." Wentian still smiled and looked at him.

Ye Fan sighed. "Fine. If you really are an immortal cultivation mighty figure, then I hope to take you as my master and truly step onto the path of cultivation."

"That should be enough, right, Grandpa Wuyan? If you do not work, you really will be swept out the door!"

"No problem. I will satisfy this wish of yours."

Wentian swept his sleeve and raised his finger to touch Ye Fan between the brows. Rays of green light were like silk ribbons as they circled the two, then entered from between Ye Fan's brows.

A force wrapped around Ye Fan and rushed into the sky, arriving in the bamboo grove.

Then Wentian raised his hand and set down a formation.

The power of withering and flourishing entered Ye Fan's dantian, continuously attacking the Withered Wood Seed, wanting to break it open.

Withered wood was not withered, but pregnant with vitality and fortune.

With his own power, Wentian reversed this spell and transformed the Withered Wood Seed into a Seed of Vitality.

From then on, it no longer took Ye Fan's magic power or true qi as food. Instead, it returned the power from before.

To avoid this power erupting all at once and harming Ye Fan, Wentian deliberately restricted the flow speed.

Ye Fan was shocked!