Chapter 60: Unlucky Senior Sister! Hundred-Day Foundation Establishment!

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Lin Mo leaned over the deck and gagged, this time nearly vomiting.

Master Feng, no—now he should be called Master Feng, frowned slightly at Lin Mo and said: “Your physical condition is too weak; you still need training.”

Are you serious?

Lin Mo clenched his teeth and took several deep breaths before calming down.

After reaching perfection in the Kui Xing Stance, his physique had improved dramatically—he was far from weak among Qi Refining cultivators.

But he’d spent nearly half a month in the secret realm with almost no sleep, and had endured two intense battles that demanded his full focus…

That’s why he felt unwell now.

Lin Mo didn’t press the issue further, but instead looked around with mild surprise.

They were now aboard an immortal vessel anchored in the sea of clouds, where endless clouds flowed slowly beneath their feet.

Below lay a deep blue ocean; above, mist drifted through a sky painted with twilight.

We’re flying?

His eyes brightened slightly as drifting clouds brushed past his cheeks, carrying away a bit of his drowsiness.

Master Feng said: “The immortal vessel will take you to Wu Dao Cliff, where you will complete your hundred-day Foundation Establishment.”

Lin Mo asked in confusion: “Can’t we just teleport there directly?”

Master Feng shook his head:

“Wu Dao Cliff lies at the boundary between the mortal realm and the spiritual realm—it cannot be reached by ordinary teleportation. Building a teleportation array would cost more than simply riding the immortal vessel.”

Such a blunt way of putting it… Lin Mo hadn’t expected him to say “cheap” so directly.

“They’re here.”

Master Feng said this.

Before Lin Mo could react, a flash of teleportation talisman light flickered across the deck, and two figures—a man and a woman—materialized before them.

Upon seeing Master Feng, they immediately bowed in salute: “Greetings, Master Feng.”

Both wore green Daoist robes, but the Dao patterns embroidered on their chests differed slightly from Master Feng’s.

Master Feng nodded: “They’re here. Handle the rest—I have other matters to attend to.”

So familiar… Lin Mo mentally grumbled.

Master Feng acted as if he’d completed a task, leaving without hesitation, ready to depart immediately.

The woman who had just teleported hurriedly called out to him: “Master Feng, how many new students did your Dao Academy admit this year? Shouldn’t there be more than just these two?”

Master Feng fell silent for a moment, then said: “The Academy assigned me only to retrieve Chu Wange.”

In other words, he ignored everyone else.

The woman’s face showed a hint of helplessness; after a pause, she said:

“Then… I’ll take care of the rest. Master, please go ahead.”

Master Feng nodded without hesitation. With a sharp “whoosh,” his sword shot out from his back; he leapt onto it.

Senior Brother Feng nodded without hesitation; with a swift whoosh, his back sword shot out, and as he leapt, he landed atop it.

He turned and spoke first, then paused, adding to Lin Mo:

“Train hard. Try to fly up this year.”

Without waiting for a farewell, he turned away, hands behind his back, stepping calmly onto his sword and vanishing swiftly into the sea of clouds.

Master Feng is also a sword cultivator!

Lin Mo watched him disappear from view, his eyes brightening slightly.

Then he glanced curiously at Chu Wange beside him—the so-called strongest sword prodigy of this year. Do all sword cultivators act like this?

The woman in the green Daoist robe smiled warmly at them and said:

“You must be Chu Wange and Lin Mo? I’m Zhuang Weiwang—I entered the Academy a few years before you. Call me Sister Zhuang. This is Brother He.”

Lin Mo finally studied Zhuang Weiwang closely. Her figure was graceful; beneath her robe lay curves rivaling Chu Wange’s. Her smile was gentle, utterly devoid of sharpness, and her speech naturally exuded a soft, soothing charm.

Lin Mo finally looked closely at Zhuang Weinan opposite him; her figure was graceful, and beneath her Daoist robe lay curves no less striking than Chu Wange’s, her smile gentle and devoid of any sharpness, her speech naturally imparting a soft, soothing charm.

He unconsciously rated her in his mind, though he regretted the dark circles under her eyes—clearly visible, a definite deduction.

Otherwise, she might’ve scored two or three points higher.

Is the Dao Academy this competitive?

Lin Mo wondered, but politely greeted them:

“Sister Zhuang, Brother He, thank you for your help.”

His courteous manner instantly won them over.

In contrast, Chu Wange remained stiff, merely nodding slightly before walking to the deck’s edge to sit and meditate.

Sister Zhuang was fine, but Brother He’s eyes flickered with mild annoyance—he said nothing, however.

Zhuang Weiwang turned and asked: “Brother He, shall we go to welcome the new students together?”

Brother He smiled: “Sister Zhuang, the vessel still needs someone to pilot it. Why not you go? The Immortal Platform isn’t far from here.”

Senior Brother He smiled and said, “Senior Sister Zhuang, this immortal vessel still needs someone to pilot it—would you mind taking care of it? The Immortal Ascension Platform isn’t far from here.”

[54] Senior Brother He said calmly, “Even if you survived the heavenly tribulation and barely kept your life, you would forever be cut off from the Immortal Path.”

“Then… alright…”

She turned to Lin Mo and said: “Lin Mo, wait here a moment. I’ll bring back the new students, then we’ll depart.”

Got it, sucker sister… Lin Mo muttered inwardly, then nodded with a smile.

Whether it was Master Feng or Brother He, both clearly acted like “hands-off bosses.” Clearly, Sister Zhuang was the one actually leading them.

Zhuang Weiwang activated another teleportation spell. A golden light flashed, and she vanished from the deck.

Once she was gone, Lin Mo asked curiously:

“Brother He, what exactly does Master Feng mean by ‘hundred-day Foundation Establishment’?”

He knew Wu Dao Cliff summoned lightning for Tribulation Crossing and ascended to the spiritual realm.

But what was this “hundred-day Foundation Establishment”? He didn’t understand—it had been explained only vaguely by Old Li.

Brother He didn’t laugh at Lin Mo. Instead, he said:

“Since your family has no cultivators, it’s natural you don’t know this.”

“The hundred-day Foundation Establishment at Wu Dao Cliff, as the name suggests, is about laying the foundation for Dao cultivation, preparing for the lightning tribulation and ascension.”

“Once you survive the tribulation, you gain heavenly recognition, achieve the Foundation Establishment body, and ascend to the spiritual realm.”

Brother He didn’t withhold knowledge—he immediately explained the entire process.

Simply put, immortal candidates come to Wu Dao Cliff to seclude themselves because the cliff releases a hundred-day [Wu Dao Glow] each year.

Within the Wu Dao Glow, candidates rapidly cleanse their bodies and minds, purify their essence, and forge their Dao foundation.

That’s what’s called the hundred-day Foundation Establishment.

After his brief explanation, Brother He glanced at Lin Mo and added a small compliment:

“I heard you ranked tenth on this year’s Immortal List. I imagine completing the hundred-day Foundation Establishment and ascending to the spiritual realm won’t be difficult for you.”

Not necessarily… Lin Mo finally understood why Master Feng had specifically warned him before leaving.

He must have known Lin Mo had only just broken through to late Qi Refining—compared to someone like Chu Wange, who was at the peak of Qi Refining, Lin Mo faced far greater difficulty completing Foundation Establishment within a hundred days.

Lin Mo asked: “Brother He, what happens if you don’t complete Foundation Establishment within the hundred days?”

Brother He looked at him:

“No problem—you can try again next year.”

Before Lin Mo could relax, he added:

“But the Wu Dao Glow only opens for current-year candidates. Without its purification, the lightning tribulation grows significantly stronger.”

“Based on past success rates, roughly five percent of new students still get eliminated.”

Lin Mo asked again: “And those who fail…”

Brother He said calmly: “Even if they survive the tribulation, they’re forever cut off from the immortal path.”

Senior Brother He said calmly, “Even if you survive the heavenly tribulation barely alive, you will forever be cut off from the Immortal Path.”

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