Chapter 8 begins the cultivation

Three days, a full three days, Mo Ran repeatedly thought about walking to the bottom of the waterfall. However, each time he made contact, the powerful impact of the waterfall would mercilessly bounce him away, preventing him from reaching directly beneath the waterfall.

"Is there anything I need to help you with?" Still not convinced

With a loud bang, the jade table beside the middle-aged man was shattered to pieces

"There is no such thing as a free lunch; it is either deceit or theft!" Mo Ran thought to himself

I refuse to believe that I cannot defeat you! This time, Mo Ran did not approach step by step in a conventional manner, but instead shot out like a sharp arrow.

Yes

Upon hearing this, Mo Ran's expression began to darken, and he furrowed his brows as he asked, "How serious is it?"

"No need," the phantom replied

So tired... This time, Mo Ran did not immediately use "Zhu Guo"; he simply lay quietly on the ground, listening to the thunderous sound of the waterfall crashing against the rocks. The prolonged endurance had brought his physical burden close to its limit; now, he needed to take a rest.

How can I control it

It is destined that you will come, and no one can change that

Gulu... swallowed hard, beads of sweat slowly oozing from Mo Ran's forehead

"No need to take a master?" Mo Ran did not believe it

According to the plan set by Mo Ran, first, he must be able to stand steadily under the waterfall; secondly, he needs to endure a period of time under the waterfall that is not short, possibly ten minutes, twenty minutes, or even longer

The waterfall crashed down once more upon Mo Ran. "Ah... ah..." Bearing the immense pressure on his head, Mo Ran gritted his teeth and persevered. He was just one step away from reaching directly beneath the waterfall. However, no matter how hard he tried to move, he could not take that crucial step. The waterfall above him pressed down like a thousand-pound boulder, making the effort to take that step feel a hundred times more difficult than ascending to the heavens.

Mild cases can lead to complete paralysis and result in mental impairment; severe cases may cause the body to burst, leaving no intact remains

"It should be," replied the man in black

Hmm?

The success of the first step plan filled Mo Ran with confidence, and he made an effort to stand up. This time, Mo Ran did not consume the "Zhu Guo" because he knew that such a thing was definitely not an ordinary fruit. After taking the "Zhu Guo," Mo Ran had clearly not felt fatigued; he had not slept for three days. "This is likely some kind of spiritual fruit, and its value must be very high," Mo Ran was certain. Looking back at the "Zhu Guo" hanging on the tree, there were at most two or three hundred left. "I should save some," he thought.

"I am not sure, but there have been sightings of spirit beasts at the scene, it should be... a saber-toothed white tiger," replied the man in black.

Fifteen days ago

Taking out a "Zhu Guo," I tossed it into my mouth and bit down hard. The sweet juice filled my entire mouth, and then it slowly slid down my throat. As soon as the liquid reached my stomach, the internal energy within my body surged once more, and I felt as if my body had returned to its optimal state.

When did this happen? asked the middle-aged man

Stand upright, silently recite the nameless mantra, and let the purple inner energy surge forth from the purple palace, circulating throughout the body

I said, come find me once you have practiced well

Luo Yingtian's son, Luo Mingzhou

As if not noticing Mo Ran's cautious demeanor, the phantom said: "Since you are here, just listen quietly to what I have to say"

With a rumble accompanying the shattering of the stones beneath his feet, Mo Ran finally took an incredibly difficult step and stood directly beneath the waterfall

Without speaking, the phantom nodded at him.

This is the residence of the Mo family, one of the eight prominent families of the Feiyun Empire. The Mo family is undoubtedly distinguished, having earned its place among the eight great families of the empire. Looking in from the main gate, pavilions and towers appear to emerge and fade; the flowers, plants, and trees are lush and vibrant.

Having spoken, the phantom flickered and vanished without a trace

Mo Ran awoke from his shock and asked, "Are all these wonderful things really for me?"

A majestic gate stands amidst the clouds and mist, its style, though ancient, exudes a powerful presence. Behind the gate, clusters of buildings are interconnected, resembling a castle and imparting a sense of grandeur. At the top of the gate, two large characters in an ancient style are inscribed: Mo Family.

Over the past three days, Mo Ran has made significant gains. Each time he is struck by the waterfall, he can feel the confrontation between the purple inner energy and the waterfall. Unconsciously, the purple inner energy within his Purple Palace has become more refined. Moreover, whenever the impact of the waterfall leaves Mo Ran exhausted, he consumes a "Zhu Guo" to instantly recover. Over these three days, he has surprisingly consumed no less than one hundred of them. While taking the "Zhu Guo," Mo Ran discovered that this item not only restores energy and combats hunger, but more importantly, it can partially increase the content of physical purple inner energy. The one hundred "Zhu Guo" have already increased the purple inner energy by approximately thirty percent compared to its original state, which is undoubtedly a great joy for Mo Ran. He understands that only with an increasing amount of inner energy will his strength grow stronger, and correspondingly, he will be able to better control the purple inner energy, preventing it from erupting prematurely and threatening his life.

A low voice came from a room in the villa: "What did you say?" The speaker was a middle-aged man, robust in stature, with a slightly square face and piercing eyes, exuding an imposing aura.

Holding the "Brahma Sutra," he stared at it for a while, then slowly opened the book only to find nothing inside. He thought he might be seeing things and flipped through it several times, yet still did not discover a single word. Frustrated, he cursed, "Damn it, what am I supposed to practice with nothing here? Are you trying to make a fool of me?" Before he could finish his tirade, a voice echoed from the sky: "I forgot to tell you, the Brahma Sutra is not an ordinary mental technique; it can only be seen when your internal energy has gathered to a certain level. You should focus on cultivating your internal energy first. Remember, it is best not to practice other techniques before mastering the Brahma Sutra, as it will not benefit you or the book."

"Very good. Very good." The two utterances of "very good" by the middle-aged man made the subordinates of the man in black feel a significant drop in the surrounding atmosphere, causing them to involuntarily shiver.

In the villa, every corner is filled with numerous family members wielding various weapons as they practice. Some are training alone, while others are practicing formations together, and there are also some engaged in mutual sparring. It is said that the Mo family has developed to the point of numbering over a thousand members, with every descendant being deeply committed to martial prowess, resulting in an exceptionally strong family.

I don't believe that you would give me so many things without any conditions. This time, Mo Ran was very serious

Kneeling before him was a person dressed entirely in black, with their face covered by a black cloth, revealing only a pair of eyes. On the chest of the clothing was depicted a "bird".

"Chiyang Palace, the Luo family!" The middle-aged man squeezed out a few words through clenched teeth, his eyes filled with fierce intensity

Here we go again! I feel like I've reached my limit, so I will take a "Zhu Guo" and push on.

A tremendous crashing sound echoed through the valley, and Mo Ran had already lost count of how many times he had been flung away by the waterfall

"Certain strength? What you said is quite vague." Clearly, Mo Ran was not satisfied with the response regarding the phantom.

Pong ... ... '' failed again, and flew out once more

The young master has gone missing," said the person kneeling on the ground

Continuous strokes of good fortune fell upon him, leaving Mo Ran in stunned silence, unable to speak. He could hardly believe that all of this was real, yet the pain from his injuries reminded him that he was not dreaming

Shaking his somewhat numb hands and feet, he tried his best to relax his body. Three consecutive days of battling with the waterfall had left Mo Ran's entire body tense. He raised his head once more to gaze at the massive waterfall, his eyes filled with determination.

"What do you mean by I have arrived? How do you know I am here? Who are you?" A sudden apparition startled Mo Ran. After regaining composure, Mo Ran began to inquire.

"Achieving great mastery." A surge of prideful momentum erupts, standing tall between heaven and earth

Have you found out which member of the Luo family it is

According to the information gathered by my subordinates, fifteen days ago, there were signs of a spiritual beast appearing at the place where the young master usually goes to chop wood. Based on the conditions at the scene, it seems that there...

Feeling that the pain in his body had vanished, he stood up with great difficulty, looking warily at the phantom and said, "What do you mean? I do not understand."

Mo Ran knelt on the ground, gasping for breath. The recent confrontation with the waterfall had consumed nearly ninety percent of his internal energy, and now, even the thought of standing up was impossible.

Before Mo Ran could fully digest that piece of information, the voice of the phantom came again: "The waterfall outside is called 'Biluotianquan'. Practicing under the waterfall will greatly increase your cultivation speed. From now on, you can stay here for three months. After three months, this place will disappear forever. You must cherish this time of three months."

The phantom continued to say...

Do not lose! Absolutely not! With this thought in mind, Mo Ran continuously circulated the internal energy within his body, controlling it to flow to every corner. Clenching his fists tightly, he suddenly raised his right foot and stepped forward.

This is the ethereal ring, capable of containing all things

Ah? Hello... where have you gone? I still have many things to ask you. Hello..." No one answered, and Mo Ran sighed, sitting down on the ground.

Before Mo Ran could respond, a plain, slightly faded ring floated in front of him

What constitutes proper practice

In fact, Mo Ran's guess was not wrong at all; "Zhu Guo" can indeed be considered a type of elixir. It has absorbed a significant amount of the world's vital energy, which is why it possesses such powerful effects. No need for many, just taking out one and selling it at a large auction house in Ziyun City would definitely fetch an astronomical price

The purple energy within your purple palace dantian, which is also known as internal energy, is currently quite weak. However, as time passes, it will become increasingly difficult to control. If you are unable to manage it, the consequences will be very serious

"Speak!" Hearing the subordinate's somewhat intermittent tone, the middle-aged man glared with wide eyes and reprimanded in a low voice

After a brief pause, the ethereal figure continued: "The spiritual fruits and herbs planted outside the house possess remarkable effects. The red fruit on the tree is called 'Zhu Guo'; when used during a moment of internal energy depletion, it can instantly restore internal energy. The green grass on the ground is named 'Huan Yuan Qing Xian'; when combined with other herbs to refine elixirs, it can double the medicinal efficacy. You may freely pick these two items and store them in the ethereal ring."

Before she could steady herself, Mo Ran was once again propelled away by the waterfall

It seems that a battle occurred there, and based on the traces left from the fight, it appears to be the Luo family's Luo Yan Palm Technique

One second, two seconds. "Pong ... ..." flew out

Oh... I responded vaguely.

With a firm step, he walked steadily towards the waterfall, step by step, in a seemingly indifferent manner

"If alive, we must see the person; if dead, we must see the body," the middle-aged man commanded

"No need." The phantom said somewhat impatiently.

He gasped heavily, although he was pushed back again, this time it was evident that he had made progress. At the very least, he was now able to reach directly beneath the waterfall. As long as he persevered, he would surely be able to stand firm below.

"What level do I need to reach in order to cultivate?" Mo Ran asked loudly, following the direction from which the voice came.

With a thud, Mo Ran fainted on the ground

Martial Artist

You cannot use it freely yet; I will now teach you how to use it. As soon as he finished speaking, the phantom suddenly brightened, and Mo Ran felt a sharp pain in his head, as streams of information appeared in his mind

At the summit of Xiaodang Mountain, dense clouds and mist shroud the area year-round, while the lush green pines and cypresses dominate the color palette, exuding waves of vibrant life. For the average person, this place is undoubtedly a paradise.

What you have in your hand is the 'Brahma Sutra'. This is a ... well, let's say it's a legendary mental technique. Obtaining it is your fortune, so make sure to cultivate it well. Ahem ... once you have mastered it, come find me.

Pong ... ... '' failed, flew out

"Hehe, as long as you cultivate successfully and possess a certain level of strength, you will naturally be able to suppress it," the phantom replied

Has anything happened recently, or have you encountered any strangers

Boom... stopped.