Chapter 772

Zhang Taixuan: "Because I would have to go into seclusion for a thousand or a hundred years at once; it's too troublesome."

Jin Chanzi: "The Daoist Lord is indeed different. If it were people from my side, going into seclusion for a thousand or a hundred years is too 08 normal."

Su Xiao: "Going into seclusion for so long? Then forget it, I still need Brother Taixuan to cover me!"

Hu Yifei: "Going into seclusion for so long in one go is indeed a bit uncomfortable for modern people."

Han Pao Pao: "That is a Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal; they can be called big shots in the heavens and worlds. Daoist Lord, are you not envious!"

Ye Fan: "Then Brother Han, are you willing?"

Han Pao Pao: "I am willing. Haven't you noticed? When we go into seclusion, the time in the chat group is very slow. After a thousand years of seclusion, when we come out, not much time has passed in the chat group."

Zhang Taixuan: "You can't go into seclusion even if you want to. What I said about achieving Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal in a thousand or a hundred years is done with the support of forty-nine worlds. Can you make your world supply you with spiritual energy at full power?"

Han Pao Pao: "... I don't have that much face!"

Su Xiao: "By the way, with forty-nine worlds supplying spiritual energy at full power, how much internal power can be accumulated in a thousand or a hundred years?"

Hu Yifei: "This is probably an astronomical figure."

Zhang Taixuan: "Immeasurable, in short, a lot; it can be called immeasurable magic power."

Su Xiao: "Terrifying."

Ye Fan: "This is normal, right? A Hunyuan Daluo Golden Immortal is inherently an existence with immeasurable divine abilities and immeasurable magic power. If one could become a Hunyuan by only accumulating a few thousand epochs of magic power, then I would suspect that this Hunyuan is a bit watered down!"

Ye Fan: "It seems that even if we want to go into seclusion, we don't have the opportunity to achieve Hunyuan in one go."

Zhang Sanfeng: "Without the support of forty-nine worlds, we can only accumulate magic power slowly."

Sun Wukong: "The Daoist Lord is truly amazing. If I had known, I would have chosen the Immortal Martial Dao. I chose the Heavenly Immortal Dao, and this path has only been deduced to the Golden Immortal realm; there is no path forward!"

Jin Chanzi: "Whether there is a path or not, you are only a Heavenly Immortal; thinking about things after the Golden Immortal is still too early."

Sun Wukong: "Thinking about it isn't against the law."

Eastern Jin.

Ma family.

As a powerful clan in Kuaiji, the Ma family's manor was built extremely luxuriously.

In the manor, there were countless servants, each busy with their work. Several hundred people served only a dozen or so members of the Ma family; it could be called extravagant.

"It seems I must notify Father early about this matter." Ma Wencai looked shocked, his mood unable to calm down for a long time.

Originally, he wanted to think about Li Shimin's words for a while.

But after witnessing the fight between Su Xiao and Nezha, he couldn't sit still.

Immortality; hesitating for a minute on such a matter is a disrespect to immortality.

"Someone!"

"Young Master!"

"Where is Father right now?"

"He is in the study."

Ma Wencai waved his hand: "You may withdraw."

After asking about his father's location, he tidied his clothes and then stood up, striding toward the study.

Along the way, all the servants and maids were curious.

The usually gentle and elegant Young Master, why is he so impatient today, even walking with the wind?

"My son, why are you so rude today?" Ma Fu was grinding ink for calligraphy in the study. Seeing Ma Wencai rushing in, he frowned and asked displeasedly.

"Father, please forgive my rudeness, it is only because today's matter is too important, I had to notify you as quickly as possible."

Ma Fu didn't believe Ma Wencai could have any major matter.

After all, he hadn't become an official yet, he was just studying at home; what major matter could he have?

"What's wrong? Did the sky fall?"

"Father, today's matter is too bizarre, I will tell you in detail, please don't be surprised!"

Ma Fu stopped the brush in his hand, placed it on the brush rest, and sat down.

"Speak, I want to hear what major matter you have encountered!"

Ma Wencai calmed down and then said: "I wonder what Father thinks about the matter of immortals?"

"The matter of immortals?" Ma Fu's voice suddenly rose, his eyes became sharp, "You have been in contact with these harmful things? I told you to cultivate your character and not to contact those people, why didn't you listen? If you ruin your reputation, how will you become an official in the future?"

"Father, I have not been in contact with people from the Daoist religion." Ma Wencai retorted, "This matter has nothing to do with them. Those methods of theirs can only fool ordinary people, but they can't fool me. What I encountered is a True Immortal!"

"True Immortal?" Ma Fu sneered, "You encountered a True Immortal? Which person who has met a fangshi or a Daoist priest doesn't say they have met a True Immortal?! You are confused, my son. If there really were immortals, would the world still be controlled by noble families? It would have been controlled by the Daoist religion long ago."

"Father, please look, do I have something in my hand?" Seeing his father didn't believe him, Ma Wencai had to raise his hand, and then with a thought, ten jin of gold appeared in his palm.

Ma Fu's eyes narrowed.

His son's hand hadn't moved just now, yet the gold appeared out of thin air.

This matter was truly bizarre.

He stood up, walked over, examined it carefully, and confirmed the authenticity of the gold.

"How did this gold appear? Could it be that the Daoist religion really has the art of turning stones into gold?"

Ma Fu began to doubt his life.

Whether it was Daoism or the Daoist religion, he was very familiar with them and had been in contact with them.

After all, in this era, everyone liked to talk about mystery and Dao; noble families who hadn't been in contact with the Daoist religion were the minority.

However, those people didn't have any divine abilities.

Many people gathered together, and what they studied was nothing more than some unspeakable bedroom arts.

Like his own son, who could conjure gold out of thin air, he had never seen anyone like that!

"Has my son already cultivated divine abilities?" Ma Fu's voice was trembling, "Could it be that there really are immortals in the world?" ===== CHAPTER 773 =====