After he was done with the plaza.

Jiang Lan continued to clean the hall.

After that, he returned to the Netherworld Cave to continue cultivating.

His heart had calmed down.

Cultivating wouldn't pose any obstruction.

Of course, he still had to familiarize himself with his current realm.

He wanted to familiarize himself with all the spells and Dharma treasures he had.

This was something he would do every time he raised his cultivation.

“Master.”

When he returned to the Netherworld Cave, Jiang Lan saw his master waiting for him inside.

“Are you finished with your work?” Mo Zhengdong turned to Jiang Lan.

“Yes.” Jiang Lan nodded.

He had indeed finished his work on the Ninth Summit.

However, he was curious as to why his master did not go to the main hall to look for him.

Instead, he had come to the Netherworld Cave.

Mo Zhengdong took out a small black flower and said, “I saw that you liked planting potted plants all these years, so I went out to find you a seed that can survive in the Netherworld Cave. This flower is called a Udumbara Flower. It has a long lifespan and can be raised by you for a long time.”

Jiang Lan took the flower and asked curiously.

“Didn't Master say seed?”

“They've already sprouted on the way back. They grew up along the way,” Mo Zhengdong explained.

Jiang Lan was silent.

He felt that his master was worried that he would encounter a seed that would not germinate.

Thus, he had tried to use a spell to hasten the growth process.

“The Udumbara Flower will absorb the Netherworld Aura and reduce the influence of the Netherworld Aura,” Mo Zhengdong explained.

Jiang Lan was silent.

He did not need the Netherworld Aura to be reduced.

However, the effect of this flower should be minimal.

He decided that he would just keep it.

He would treat it as a companion for the vegetative egg.

After that, Jiang Lan planted the flower beside the vegetative egg.

Mo Zhengdong left after that.

Jiang Lan had his own limits when it came to doing things, so he didn't need too many explanations.

Besides, since the Netherworld Cave hadn't erupted, there was no need to worry about it.

Jiang Lan's injuries have long been healed.

Jiang Lan watched his master leave.

After watering the vegetative egg and the Udumbara Flower with some spiritual liquid, he began to cultivate.

This time, no one would disturb him.

Jiang Lan used the bead filled with the essence of the Jade Pool once again.

This time, no one should know about the bead.

Therefore, there was no need to worry about being targeted.

However, it was better not to go out these few years.

Time pa.s.sed.

Two months later, Jiang Lan woke up in the morning.

He had heard some sounds outside Kunlun.

It sounded like cheers.

It should be the effect of an array formation.

“Based on the time that had pa.s.sed, the people who partic.i.p.ated in the Witchcloud Gathering should have returned.”

Jiang Lan stood up and walked outside.

He wanted to see if that was the case.

If it was anything else, he needed to take note of it.

In the past two months, Jiang Lan had become familiar with most of his spells.

He could already proficiently use the Power of Nine Bulls to the power of eight bulls. He still couldn't cross the final hurdle for the time being.

It was the same for the Nine Steps of Heavenly Travel.

His Dharma treasures had also become easier to use.

He was also well versed in his other spell techniques.

There would be no errors when he cast them.

He had also tried out his Spirit Language Spell.

It should be very convenient to use it to manage the Ninth Summit.

The vegetative egg was as quiet as ever while the Udumbara Flower probably wasn't used to the Netherworld Cave.

It didn't look very energetic and seemed like it needed some sunlight.

After two days of sunbathing, however, it seemed even less energetic.

He had yet to figure out how to grow it.

Raising flowers was more troublesome than raising his vegetative egg.

He had just gone out to consult his master.

Otherwise, he felt that the Udumbara Flower would die in another two months.

In fact, Jiang Lan still liked plants that didn't need much care.

Just like the vegetative egg.

He could feel the aura of life from it, but it did not need much trouble to keep it alive. It was easy for him to grow and tend to it.

When he walked out of the Netherworld Cave and arrived at the Ninth Summit's main hall, Jiang Lan saw a flying Dharma treasure flying into Kunlun.

It was the flying Dharma treasure that had left three months ago.

It seemed that the Witchcloud Gathering had indeed ended.

“It doesn't seem to have suffered any attacks.” Jiang Lan looked at the flying Dharma treasure and didn't see any damage on it.

In other words, he had encountered trouble while hiding in the Ninth Summit.

Meanwhile, those who went out were safe and sound.

“Things are really unpredictable.”

Shaking his head, Jiang Lan headed towards the peak of the Ninth Summit.

He didn't care much about accepting challenges.

He just didn't like to have any interactions with the outside world and didn't want to appear.

But that didn't mean he was afraid.

If the Ninth Summit was involved, he naturally could not back down.

However, he would act accordingly.

Even the most outstanding disciples were not omnipotent.

“The Udumbara Flower is in a dire state?” Mo Zhengdong, who was at the peak of the Ninth Summit, looked at Jiang Lan in surprise.

Was the Udumbara Flower not easy to raise?

When he was out, he had seen others growing it very easily.

“Yes, Master. There should be some details that we have missed out.” Jiang Lan replied immediately.

Different plants required different soil or temperature for it to grow.

Not everything could be as undivided as the vegetative egg.

“I'll go look for them and ask for their insights. I'll pa.s.s them to you in a few days,” Mo Zhengdong said.

He was actually quite worried that he had encountered the same situation as last time.

He was afraid that no one knew the answer to his questions again.

No one knew what was going on with the vegetative egg previously.

The most likely possibility was that it was spoiled.

However, he was relieved that Jiang Lan was happy with it.

“By the way, the people from the Witchcloud Gathering brought back quite a number of good items. They should have left you some. It will come in the next few days. Remember to take them when the time comes,” instructed Mo Zhengdong.

Jiang Lan agreed.

However, since the people that went to the Witchcloud Gathering brought back some good stuff, it meant that there was a fight.

It was a relief that he didn't go.

Otherwise, as some people always liked to bully the weak, he would definitely be picked upon.

Amongst those who went to the Witchcloud Gathering.

He probably seemed the weakest.

After all, on the surface, his cultivation was only at the late-stage Golden Core Realm.

However, no one who entered the sect at the same time as him had a higher cultivation level than him.

Thus, he should not advance to the Essence Soul Realm so quickly.

After everything was settled, Jiang Lan returned to the Netherworld Cave and decided to continue cultivating.

In the pavilion on the First Summit.

There were two middle-aged men.

One of them stood at the edge of the mountain and looked out of the mountain while the other sat at the side with a cup of tea on the table.

No one dared to disturb them.

“You are saying that after we left, the Heavenly Human Race had come to challenge the Jade Pool G.o.ddess?” Jiu Zhongtian turned around and looked at Feng Yixiao.

“The Heavenly Human Race really knows how to pick the time.” Feng Yixiao said calmly.

“Why did we agree?” Jiu Zhongtian didn't feel like Kunlun needed to pay attention to the Heavenly Human Race's unreasonable challenge.

Feng Yixiao did not answer this question but threw out a piece of jade.

It was a recording.

Jiu Zhongtian took a look, and then discovered the agreement between the Sect Master and the Heavenly Human Race.

“They defeated eight summits in a row in three days?” Jiu Zhongtian asked.

They could not refuse when the Heavenly Human Race gave them the token given by the Sect Master.

The only person who could refuse was the Sect Master himself.

However, the Sect Master had been in closed-door seclusion for hundreds of years and had never come out.

The Summit Leaders could only agree.

“Like a hot knife through b.u.t.ter,” Feng Yi said calmly as he sipped his tea.

“He lost to the Ninth Summit in the end? What an unexpected failure. The Heavenly Human Race has left?” Jiu Zhongtian asked.

Upon hearing this question, Feng Yixiao put down the tea in his hand and looked at the wine.

“Other than Miao Xiu whose whereabouts are unknown, the remaining three have died on the way back and turned into ashes.”

Jiu Zhongtian was slightly surprised.

But he soon understood.

Feng Yixiao picked up his tea again and said casually.

“The disciple of the Ninth Summit is too outstanding in certain aspects. It's inevitable that someone will want to kill him.”