The Old Monk and the others originally had a very vague concept of time.
Their estimate of 300,000 years at Hanshan Temple was also just a rough guess.
But ever since Fang Ling came to them, the days became clearer and clearer.
Eighteen years could have been ignored in the span of 300,000 years.
But for them, these past eighteen years were more real than any other time.
At this moment, the five of them were brewing tea and discussing the Dao at the stone table in front of the hall.
Suddenly, a remarkable Qi soared into the sky from the direction of the back mountain.
"He has broken through the Tianji Realm and reached the Tianquan Realm!" The Old Monk stroked his long brows and smiled slightly.
"At the age of eighteen, without any Cultivation resources, reaching this Realm solely by his own talent…"
Flower Thief sat with his legs crossed and clicked his tongue, "Back then, when I was the Crown Prince of Li Country, endless resources were bestowed upon me, but at the age of eighteen, I was only at the Middle Stage of the Tianxuan Realm."
"The Seven Martial Dao Realms: Tianshu, Tianxuan, Tianji, Tianquan, Yuheng, Opening Yang, Yaoguang," Zhao Manzi murmured.
"To Break through the Martial Dao and enter the Immortal Dao, one usually needs to reach the Yaoguang Realm before the age of one thousand."
"With Young Master Fang Ling's current momentum, he will definitely reach the Yaoguang Realm before he is a hundred years old. This talent is truly terrifying!"
"The suffering of having his heart gouged out, eyes dug out, and bones removed back then was not for nothing. With the blessing of the demon ancestor's heart, the Chaotic Holy Body has evolved to an extremely terrifying degree."
"Although he is safe at Hanshan Temple, apart from some of Fat Master's poisonous insects, he has no other Cultivation resources," Sword Demon also said.
"They all say to light up the seven stars early. I think it's time for this little fellow to go down the mountain and explore on his own."
"When he was five years old, the Blood Sword had already been condensed."
"Over the years, he has also learned my three strongest sword moves."
"Dragon Slaying, Heavenly Questioning, and Suppressing Prison. As long as he doesn't encounter those old monsters outside, it will be enough for him to protect himself."
"Manzi, how is his Taotie Divine Skill Cultivating?"
"Cultivating the Blood Sword and Taotie Divine Skill simultaneously is more efficient."
Zhao Manzi: "This little fellow completed the inner method three years ago; his stomach is like a Taotie."
"However, he seems to have made some innovations, but it is still considered a Major Achievement."
"From now on, he will refine the sword with blood and Body Refining with flesh, killing one person to Cultivate two methods, achieving twice the result with half the effort."
"Great Master, what do you think?" He then looked at the White-browed Old Monk who was resting with his eyes closed.
The Old Monk slowly opened his eyes and said, "amitabha!"
"The little fellow's wings are fully grown; it is time for him to spread his wings and soar."
"He shouldn't be confined to this small Hanshan Temple with us old, immortal fellows."
"He has comprehended the Buddhist top-tier Divine Ability, the Swastika Mantra."
"The Golden Soul Curse that this Old Monk imposed on his Sea of Consciousness back then, he can also control freely, ensuring the safety of his Divine Soul."
"At the age of three, he was already able to perform Flower Thief's Divine Travel Step, so even if he encounters danger, he can turn it into good fortune."
"So there's nothing to worry about."
"Great Master speaks quite frankly. This kid's Divine Travel Step has already been Cultivated to the second layer. As long as he doesn't provoke those old monsters, he can roam the world," Flower Thief laughed, extremely pleased.
"I even taught him the Stealing Fragrance Finger, so I'm not afraid of this kid being tricked by women in the future, hehe!"
"We agreed back then not to teach such unpresentable things indiscriminately, but you went ahead and did it!" Sword Demon snorted coldly, quite disdainfully.
"How is it unpresentable? Many people coveted my Stealing Fragrance Finger back then!" Flower Thief immediately became agitated.
"Young Master Fang Ling learning this skill will come in handy sooner or later!"
"Aren't your Demonic Techniques of killing and eating people also unpresentable?"
"Alright, stop arguing, Young Master Fang Ling is coming over," the Fat Master said, his fleshy face jiggling as he spoke.
"You are all Masters; don't embarrass yourselves in front of your disciple."
Fang Ling heard their bickering from afar, but he had long since gotten used to it.
Eighteen years had passed, and he had grown into an adult.
Who would have thought that the pitiful disabled infant from back then would grow into such a handsome Young Master?
The grown-up Fang Ling was full of heroic spirit, and he also had a profound sense of mystery about him.
The Blood Eye that had regrown back then had now returned to its normal appearance.
Only when the Blood Eye exerted its power would it reveal its true form.
"Several Masters once said that when this disciple's Realm reaches the Tianquan Realm, I can go down the mountain."
"I wonder if the agreement from back then still counts?" Fang Ling walked to the stone table and asked.
The Old Monk nodded slightly: "Of course, with your current Realm and abilities, you are fully capable of going down the mountain to explore."
"We have told you a lot about the world outside the mountain."
"But we have been isolated from the world in this dilapidated temple for 300,000 years, so some things might be different from what we told you."
"When you encounter things, be smart about it."
"This disciple will keep Master's teachings in mind!" Fang Ling bowed.
Flower Thief: "The women outside the mountain are all tigers, Young Master Fang Ling, you must keep your distance from women."
"Especially beautiful women, the prettier they are, the further you should stay away, most of them are not good."
Zhao Manzi and the others didn't expect the world's number one Flower Thief to say such a thing, and they all looked at him with some surprise.
"Why are you looking at me? Am I wrong?" Flower Thief shrugged, indicating his speechlessness.
Fang Ling: "Master Hua, don't worry, if I see a woman, I'll just slay her with a sword, and I won't say another word!"
"This is just like me." Sword Demon showed a hint of a pleased smile, "Ling'er, you must remember, no women in your heart, and your sword will naturally be divine!"
Zhao Manzi looked at Fang Ling with some concern and said, "Although you have some Cultivation now, in the vast Cultivation world, there are many people stronger than you."
"Be careful in everything you do outside, and don't be too overbearing."
"The few of us are trapped in Cold Mountain, and if something happens, no one can help you; everything can only depend on yourself."
"Master knows you really want to get revenge on the people who gouged out your heart, dug out your eyes, removed your bones, and killed your entire clan back then."
"But don't rush things; as long as you slowly become stronger, you will eventually have a day to avenge yourself!"
"Manzi Master, don't worry, a hidden Dragon should not be used, hide your forward and keep your clumsy, I have deeply understood this," Fang Ling replied.
Finally, he looked at the Fat Master, who resembled a mountain of flesh, wanting to hear what he had to say.
But the Fat Master was usually taciturn and seemed to have nothing to say.
After waiting for a long time, he only managed to squeeze out this one sentence: "When you're outside, remember to eat on time."
"Understood!" Fang Ling nodded, then retreated a few steps.
He faced these five Masters who had raised him and taught him his skills, and bowed deeply.
"This journey will last for years, and I don't know when I will return."
"This disciple will diligently Cultivate and practice Divine Ability."
"One day, I will Break through this Ten Directions All Extinguished Array and return freedom to my five Masters!"
Although he knew that his five Masters were all wicked people with heinous crimes.
Anyone in this world could despise and hate them, but only he, Fang Ling, had to show filial piety and Dao to them.
"Go!" The Old Monk smiled kindly and waved his hand at him.
Fang Ling turned and walked straight towards the Hanshan Temple gate.
The moment he pushed open the door, the wind swayed, and flowers fluttered.
A peach blossom breeze blew in, entering this quiet, ancient temple in the deep mountains…
He came with peach blossoms back then, and today, a few petals fell on his shoulders, and he left with peach blossoms.