Chapter 1130: I Only Pick Up Spirit Stones

The old ancestor said proudly, recalling how he entered the Dao to cultivate in his youth; after several hundred years he founded a small sect, and his greatest wish in life was to break through to the Heaven-Man Realm.

I thought I was about to pass away, but who would have thought that in the end things took a turn and I successfully broke through in a daze.

Speaking of which, the old ancestor's talent isn't exceptionally high; otherwise he wouldn't have been unable to break through to the Heaven-Man Realm for so long.

At this moment he looked at his disciple with a lecturing expression.

"You, you still need to work hard; breaking through to the Heaven-Man Realm isn't as easy as one imagines........... holy shit............"

Just as he was saying that, suddenly the old ancestor looked at his disciple as if he had seen a ghost.

He saw his disciple's aura manifest at this moment, and damn it, it was actually the Heaven-Man Realm.

For a moment, the smile on the old ancestor's face froze, the joy in his heart vanished, leaving only doubt.

Why? How could he? How could this kid break through to the Heaven-Man Realm?

I, the old man, have been in secluded cultivation for dozens of years, painstakingly cultivating, not asking about worldly affairs, and only then managed to break through to the Heaven-Man Realm; what does this kid rely on?

He hasn't been in secluded cultivation, yet he still has to manage the sect's big and small affairs; damn it, why can he break through?

The old ancestor only felt his mindset was somewhat shattered.

"Old ancestor, breaking through to the Heaven-Man Realm really isn't difficult."

"You................"

Hearing this, the old ancestor's mouth twitched; you damn well still pretending to be something with me?

What do you mean 'not difficult'? If it's not difficult, I damn well could have stayed in secluded cultivation for decades; you kid are just mocking me, right?

However, before the old ancestor could reply, the sect master continued speaking.

"Not only me, the grand elder also broke through to the Heaven-Man Realm."

"I....... you..........."

Hearing that the sect's grand elder had also broken through to the Heaven-Man Realm, the old ancestor was completely dumbfounded; what's going on?

Damn, I just did a secluded cultivation, and you guys have become this strong one after another?

Before, this small sect's greatest wish was to have a Heaven-Man Realm powerhouse hold down the fort.

But damn, now there are three of them all at once? Is the Heaven-Man Realm like cheap cabbage?

Seeing the old ancestor's ghost‑struck expression, the sect master pointed to the light mirror in the sky.

Following the direction of his finger, the old ancestor muttered to himself.

"It turns out the ancestral land has been opened; it seems my secluded cultivation this time was indeed too long, even the matter of the ancestral land opening..........."

Mid‑sentence, the old ancestor's eyes widened instantly, and he bluntly asked the sect master beside him.

"What........ is that thing?"

Pointing at the huge, absurd luck power golden dragon inside the light mirror, he asked as if he had seen a ghost.

What the hell is this? How can it be so huge? And it's flashing with golden light, almost blinding this old man's dog eyes.

"It is the luck power of our human race."

The sect master replied truthfully, and upon hearing this the old ancestor fell silent.

Damn, you call this luck power? Does our human race really have this much luck power? Did we damn well seize all the luck power of the Haotu world?

The luck power golden dragon in the light mirror directly left the old ancestor stunned; only after the sect master's explanation did he gradually come to his senses.

It turns out that during the dozens of years I was in secluded cultivation, so many things have happened.

Now the human race has become the number one tribe in the Haotu world, the undisputed sole hegemon.

And his ability to break through is also thanks to the efforts of many ancestors and the rise of the human race.

Put bluntly, his breakthrough to the Heaven-Man Realm has nothing to do with him not speaking, but it shouldn't be big.

Because in just these few days, almost everyone in this small sect, up and down, has broken through.

Some are major realms, some minor realms; the most absurd is that some disciples broke through while asleep, without any cultivation at all.

After hearing the sect master's words, the old ancestor fell into deep silence.

So is he still that waste? Or did he just get lucky this time?

Just thinking about how he had been smugly going on and on earlier, the old ancestor felt his face flush with embarrassment, glared fiercely at the sect master, and spoke angrily.

"You knew you should have said it earlier?"

"Ah, old ancestor, you didn't ask either."

The sect master was completely bewildered; you just came out of seclusion and started talking nonstop, and I didn't get a chance.

The old ancestor was dumbfounded; the changes happened too fast for him to adapt.

Facing the sect master's strange gaze, the old ancestor forced himself to appear calm and said a line.

"Not bad, I'll go back into secluded cultivation first."

"Ah, old ancestor, are you going into secluded cultivation again?"

You just broke through to the Heaven-Man Realm, why go into secluded cultivation again? Are you addicted?

In response, the old ancestor replied irritably.

"Can't I go stabilize my realm?"

Saying that, without waiting for the sect master's reply, he directly flashed away and vanished on the spot; damn, it's embarrassing, it's humiliating.

Things like this are happening all over the human race.

The disciples of the Three Holy Lands are even more numerous breakthroughs without number; after all, as holy lands of the human race, they definitely receive the most merit power and luck power.

Some disciples broke through for no apparent reason, and breakthroughs can be seen everywhere in the Three Holy Lands.

Some people, while walking, inexplicably rose a minor realm, while those around them paid no attention.

We've gotten used to it; if everyone's like this and you still don't break through, that's strange, and we might even doubt whether you're even of the human race.

Moreover, in some great clans, overnight they woke up to see spiritual intellect sprouting from the corners of the walls, and each one was dumbfounded.

Is this a celestial spirit mushroom?

Probably.

But why would it grow here? This celestial spirit wisdom isn't scarce in number; only places rarely visited by people have it, right?

I don't know.

Damn, even the corner of our own wall can grow a celestial spirit wisdom worth a city's fortune—this is absurd.

In the past, to obtain a single celestial spirit mushroom, you'd have to put in so much effort, and you still might not get it.

But now, there's a celestial spirit mushroom right in the corner of our wall—this luck is unbeatable.

And there are people picking up money while walking down the street.

In a Human Race city, a ragged old beggar looks at a gold ingot in his hand, his whole face showing a doubtful-of-life expression.

What's going on?

Yesterday I picked up three gold ingots in a row, and today, damn, before I'd even gone a hundred meters out the door, I picked up two more?

He's out here begging for food, damn, and he just casually picks up five big gold ingots—what the hell does he need?

A passerby who happened to see this didn't find it strange at all; instead, he kindly reminded him.

Hey, you found money—aren't you happy? Hurry up and put it away.

Hearing that, the old beggar gave a complicated glance, then spoke.

I already picked up three yesterday; you give it to you.

I don't want it; I only pick up spirit stones.

Huh???

He didn't even glance at that gold ingot; the passerby shook his head and walked away.

Left alone, the old beggar stood dazed in the wind; as he knew, the dock laborers in the city, though a bit stronger and with some strength, were still poor wretches.

Before, even getting a meal was a problem, but now, listen to what he's saying.

You don't even care for gold ingots? You only want to pick up spirit stones? Damn, haven't you slept enough? What place lets you pick up spirit stones—do you think spirit stones.............

But as the old beggar turned a corner and looked at the spirit stone on the ground, he fell silent.