1994: C1994 Comprehension

C1994 Comprehension

After Meng Ran finished speaking, the entire pavilion fell silent for a long time.

Even Bing Fan, who was usually mischievous and noisy, was sitting in front of the wooden table without moving. She had entered a very mysterious state.

Meng Ran, who was leisurely drinking, just waited quietly.

He believed that his mother's talent was extraordinary and that she would definitely gain something from it. As for his father, although he didn't have a spiritual root, Meng Ran could see the shadows of the Confucianism cultivators of Hai Wuya's group on his body. He must also be a talent that could be created.

Among the three people in front of him, the one that made Meng Ran the most worried was his Cousin Fangfei .

Although Su Fangfei had an immortal cultivation spiritual root, it was only an ordinary mid grade wood spiritual root. Although it was slightly better than an ordinary grade, this kind of aptitude was far from enough.

Furthermore, the wood spiritual root was far from being comparable to Meng Ran's ice spiritual root. It was one of the most useless spiritual roots among immortal cultivation spiritual roots.

Even if the wood spiritual root was cultivated to the Partial Essence Stage, its lethality would be much lower than other spiritual roots.

To be more precise, the wood spiritual root was more like an auxiliary spiritual root that could speed up the growth of plants and herbs.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, cultivators with this type of spiritual root would often give up fighting and choose the most gentle and reliable path of cultivation.

Become a cultivator who concocted pills.

This kind of cultivator would usually be entrusted to the sect to help the disciples and elders in the sect refine various kinds of Pills.

However, in order to become this type of pill refining cultivator, besides the necessary wood spiritual roots, one would also need a trace of ignition spiritual roots. Only then would one be able to better activate the magic strength's disaster, control the cauldron, and refine the Pills.

If one did not have a fire spiritual root and simply relied on the cauldron's furnace to refine the Pills, the failure rate of the Pills would greatly increase.

Therefore, fire-type spiritual roots were a necessity for alchemists.

Unfortunately, Su Fangfei only had a middle-grade wood-type spiritual root. It was so useless that it could not be any more useless.

It seems that the thing that I am most worried about has indeed happened. Cousin Fangfei 's path of cultivation will probably be incomparably difficult...

Meng Ran sighed helplessly in his heart and thought hard about how he should tell Su Fangfei about this matter tactfully.

Meng Ran waited for the time it takes to finish a cup of tea. The three of them, who had fallen into a mysterious state of 'enlightenment', finally woke up one after another.

As Meng Ran had expected, the first one to wake up was indeed his powerful mother.

Meng Ran walked forward and handed over a cup of warm tea that he had prepared beforehand. He asked curiously,

"Mom, how is it? Did you see anything? "

Soong Shuling, who looked like she had just woken up, was still in a daze. She habitually took the teacup and looked at her son with a blank expression. She replied stiffly.

"I... I seem to have seen the alternating sun and moon, the rise and fall of all things. Stars after stars, from birth to destruction. This... This is simply like watching a movie that has been watched for a thousand years... "

Meng Ran slightly nodded his head, feeling gratified.

The four steps of the Immortal Dao were the thousand years that Meng Ran had spent. It was only after he had spent an entire Eighth Level Immortal Tribulation that he finally understood it.

Without the corresponding magic strength Realm, it was simply wishful thinking to truly comprehend the four steps of the Immortal Dao.

With the help of the Thousand Day Sweetness, it was already not easy for Soong Shuling to be able to comprehend the two supreme attributes of time and life.

Gently caressing his mother's hair, Meng Ran's gaze landed on the second Fang Rubing who had woken up.

"How is it? Did you see anything?"

Fang Rubing shook her head in shame and lowered her head. Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzzing. "Teacher, I'm sorry. Bing Fan is slow-witted and cannot comprehend anything."0

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