Chapter 112: Racing Against Time

Four guards followed by Unlike Ning Zhuo's side.

Among them were two Qi Condensation stage and two Foundation Establishment stage cultivators, all sent by the Ning family to Unlike Ning Zhuo's side.

Unlike Ning Zhuo was very important now, providing huge help to the Ning family in exploring the Lava Xian Gong. The Ning family's degree of importance could be seen from these four guards.

Unlike Ning Zhuo left the family grounds but did not return home immediately.

He went in and out of several shops, purchasing many special bricks, formation disks, and other items for setting up formations.

The four guards saw this and transmitted their voices to each other.

"This kid Unlike Ning Zhuo wants to build his own cultivation secret room."

"This kind of secret room has good defensive performance and can block spiritual sense. How will we monitor him in the future? If we use magic tools, the commotion will be too big."

"Report this news to the Young Clan Leader."

"But having said that, this kid is really quite rich."

"He is the Young Clan Leader's favorite right now, and he receives resource supplies from the three families combined, so he is naturally well-off."

Unlike Ning Zhuo finished his purchases and, sparing no cost, hired formation masters to set them up.

Leaving the grounds in the morning, by the afternoon, there was already a newly built small compartment in his bedroom.

The compartment was built entirely of stone bricks and equipped with a stone door, which could move left and right, opening and closing, with the infusion of magic power and spiritual sense control.

But the formation had not yet been laid out, so the small compartment had little defensive power.

Two of the four guards at the Qi Condensation stage guarded the perimeter, constantly patrolling the small courtyard and outside the courtyard.

Of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, one hid his figure, and one guarded the door of the back room where Unlike Ning Zhuo was, closing his eyes to rest.

The night grew deep.

Unlike Ning Zhuo opened his eyes, got up gently, flipped the switch, and entered the underground workshop.

"He is a young man after all." A Foundation Establishment cultivator slowly opened his eyes, revealing a smile of being in complete control.

Unlike Ning Zhuo looked around the workshop, his expression tense, first checking several places to see if there were any changes.

These were the detection methods he had set up; if an outsider entered here, it would very likely cause changes in these places.

As a result, not a single one had changed.

Under the spiritual sense monitoring of the two Foundation Establishment cultivators, Unlike Ning Zhuo let out a long sigh of relief, his brows relaxed, and his whole person relaxed.

He wandered around, touching this and moving that, as if he had returned to his own nest, radiating a feeling of safety and comfort from the inside out.

He sat on the chair, stretched, and even let out a big yawn.

After resting for a short while, he slowly got up.

He took a meditation cushion out of his storage bag and placed it in the very center of the room.

After sitting cross-legged, he took out several bottles of elixirs and placed them in front of him.

Both the meditation cushion and the elixirs made the two Foundation Establishment cultivators feel envious.

Unlike Ning Zhuo was only at the Qi Condensation stage, but who made him the standout in the three-family joint renovation team, receiving a massive tilt of resources!

Before Unlike Ning Zhuo began cultivating, he thought for a moment and took a handkerchief out of his bosom.

The handkerchief was as white as snow, soft in texture, and had no patterns.

Unlike Ning Zhuo infused magic power into it.

Clusters of white clouds gradually emerged from the square handkerchief, surrounding Unlike Ning Zhuo.

The white clouds piled up on each other, gradually shrouding Unlike Ning Zhuo completely.

The two Foundation Establishment cultivators frowned deeply at the same time.

They transmitted their voices to each other: "This seems to be the Floating Cloud Handkerchief?"

"That's right, it is this magic tool, produced in the Flying Cloud Kingdom."

"How does Unlike Ning Zhuo have one?"

"Hmm, it might be his mother's legacy. Have you forgotten? The data says Unlike Ning Zhuo's mother, Meng Yaoyin, came from the Flying Cloud Kingdom."

"Oh, I remember now! It should be like this. But what do we do now? We can't perceive his cultivation situation."

"Floating clouds block the view; the Floating Cloud Handkerchief's shielding ability is very strong. If it weren't, it wouldn't be so widely renowned."

"It doesn't matter. We just need to ensure Unlike Ning Zhuo's safety; monitoring is not the point. Of course, report this situation tomorrow morning."

Unlike Ning Zhuo had long had a plan and had envisioned various situations.

Just as the two Foundation Establishment cultivators guessed, this Floating Cloud Handkerchief was indeed his mother's legacy.

Using this magic tool produced floating clouds that had excellent shielding effects.

With these clouds shielding, his cultivation situation was very difficult to leak.

Even if golden eyes were used to look, it would trigger the floating clouds to consume violently, giving Unlike Ning Zhuo enough warning and sufficient adjustment time.

Of course, risks still existed.

The means in the cultivation world are endless; talents, spells, etc., are countless. Perhaps there was some kind of method that could pierce through the floating clouds and observe Unlike Ning Zhuo's true situation without even triggering the floating clouds' anomaly.

Unlike Ning Zhuo had not failed to consider this point.

But the same saying applies—he had no other way and could only do this. He had already tried his best.

The four major forces have large families and great businesses, and the renovation team's overall cultivation progress is rapid; Unlike Ning Zhuo's previous measures to block the enemy would inevitably fail.

Zhu Xuanji's constant investigations also brought huge pressure.

Unlike Ning Zhuo must race against time!

Guarding for too long will inevitably lead to failure.

Even if he had carefully constructed a line of defense against investigation for more than ten years, it would collapse.

He must seize the Lava Xian Gong before everyone else!

Therefore, taking some risks in these areas was necessary.

The Demonic Blood Tendon Art refines essence blood.

The Five Elements Qi Law breathes in magic power.

The Mirror Platform Spirit Communication Art forges spiritual sense.

The three cultivation techniques were practiced in turns, and various expensive and rare elixirs were continuously put into his mouth. Even the meditation cushion he sat on was an auxiliary cultivation magic tool sent by the three families combined, which could raise Unlike Ning Zhuo's cultivation speed.

The three cultivation techniques advanced side-by-side, and the progress was visible to the naked eye.

"There is no problem with the cultivation techniques."

"But various spells cannot be practiced, and the newly obtained divine ability prototype is the same."

Whenever Unlike Ning Zhuo thought of the Thread of Human Life divine ability prototype, he felt a bit itchy and wanted to use it to see the effect. But under these circumstances, he could only endure it.

At the top of Fire Persimmon Mountain, amidst rolling clouds and mist, Meng Chong was also cultivating.

He floated in the air, eyes closed, still in a coma.

The contemporary Fire Persimmon Immortal City Lord, Meng Kui, floated above Meng Chong, reaching out to cover Meng Chong's skull.

He activated magic power, mobilized essence, and infused it over.

Meng Chong was his own grandson, with the same bloodline origin, so a portion of Meng Kui's essence blood could be naturally absorbed by Meng Chong.

Meng Chong benefited; his sunken eye sockets and protruding cheekbones were all recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Meng Kui, however, grew significantly weaker.

Although he was at the Nascent Soul stage, he was a magic cultivator, and he had put little effort into his body.

Of course, a Nascent Soul level cultivator, even without focusing on the body, had a body foundation stronger than most Jin Dan body cultivators.

The most critical reason here was the huge loss.

The essence blood Meng Kui contributed would go through layers of purification, and only a very small portion was absorbed by Meng Chong. Although the share lost was extremely exaggerated, the benefit of doing this was that it could still make Meng Chong's essence blood pure and pure, without a trace of external impurities.

Meng Kui originally didn't want to do this, but there was no other way.

He knew that the three families combined had made considerable progress in exploring the Lava Xian Gong.

And Meng Chong was still stuck in the third room and had been unconscious until now.

Therefore, he had to take action.

"Meng Chong, my grandson, you should be the new master of the Lava Xian Gong; why don't you wake up quickly?" Meng Kui transmitted his voice.

Meng Chong slowly opened his eyes: "Grandfather, I..."

Meng Kui transmitted his voice, telling him to close his eyes and rest, and actively recuperate.

Cultivators have the three treasures of essence, qi, and spirit.

Meng Kui kept Meng Chong's essence treasure completely replenished before stopping.

His face was a bit sallow, and his gaze was also slightly dim.

Meng Chong gained freedom and began to recount his encounter in the third room.

Meng Kui currently couldn't suspect that the Golden Blood Battle Ape · Dasheng was a setup by other competitors. He stroked his beard and pondered, saying after a moment: "Your martial arts and the mechanical ape have quite a gap; even with special training, it will take a lot of time."

"Your time is quite important; you must seize the first opportunity!"

"I have a method that can let you quickly make up for the gap, but it's a bit painful."

Meng Chong was overjoyed and hurriedly said: "Grandfather, grandson doesn't know what pain is! What is the method?"

"Lightning strike," Meng Kui said.

Meng Chong said 'oh': "What do I strike?"

Meng Kui shook his head: "It's you being struck."

"Ah?"

Meng Chong was about to continue speaking when suddenly, a thunderclap sounded, and a flash of blue light suddenly appeared in the clouds and mist.

Meng Chong was struck fiercely and was stunned on the spot. His whole body was charred, his hair exploded, and wisps of black smoke rose.

Boom, boom, boom...

Thunderclaps echoed continuously in the clouds and mist.

Meng Chong gritted his teeth hard, enduring it raw, constantly recalling the appearance of the Golden Blood Battle Ape · Dasheng in his heart: "I will definitely succeed in training; I will find the field to win back!"

Ning Mansion.

Ning Xiaohui was also receiving special training.

She stretched out her hands and inserted them into a basin of ice cubes.

Suddenly, a force of extreme cold froze her heart, making her face pale and her whole body shiver from time to time.

"Persist, Xiaohui." Ning Xiaohui's grandmother was serious, cheering her on from the side.

"You have the talent of the Ice Fat Jade Hand, which is the best way to suppress that Unlike Ning Zhuo."

"Unlike Ning Zhuo's talent has not yet been tested, and even if it is tested, there may not be mature means to further excavate it."

"You are different. Your Ice Fat Jade Hand has appeared many times in our clan."

"This is the advantage of the family."

"We share the same bloodline, cultivate similar techniques, and consume similar resources."

"There are many cultivation methods for the Ice Fat Jade Hand, all explored step by step by ancestors through the ages."

Ning Xiaohui was firm: "I understand, Grandmother. The Ice Fat Jade Hand has always been my greatest advantage."

"Once the special training is successful, what does that little Unlike Ning Zhuo count for?"

Zhou Family.

Several pipes were inserted into Zhou Zeshen's body, and medicinal liquid continuously flowed into his body along the pipes.

He cultivated with all his might.

Zheng Family.

Zheng Jian constantly practiced with mechanical puppets, concentrating his spirit, falling into a state of self-forgetfulness.

The struggle surrounding the Lava Xian Gong had already passed the opening and entered a more intense stage.

The night was already deep.

Yuan Er tossed and turned, unable to sleep, unable to sleep soundly.

Ever since Yuan Dasheng passed away, he had been like this every night, feeling empty in his heart, without a shred of security.

"Why hasn't Uncle Dasheng's mechanism been made yet?"

"Tomorrow, tomorrow I will go find that Unlike Ning Zhuo!"

Inside the Lava Xian Gong.

The Golden Blood Battle Ape · Dasheng squatted quietly in the third room; when not activated, it was no different from bricks and stones. ===== CHAPTER 113 =====