đ Chapter 1011 - Master's Summons!
âBeating himself is one thing, but donât tell me he also likes kowtowing to himself?â Wang Baole looked at Little Missy suspiciously. It wasnât that he didnât believe her, but he couldnât help but feel as if there was something wrong with this explanation.
For example, the relationship between the old ox and Fifteenth was definitely a point of suspicion. Wang Baole had seen with his own eyes that when Fifteenth paid respects to the old ox, he did so by prostrating his entire body to the fullest extent⌠As a user of a clone technique himself, Wang Baole didnât think that the Flame Patriarch would really do such a thing.
When she saw Wang Baoleâs hesitant expression, Little Missy chuckled and didnât elaborate. Yawning, she returned to the mask in a flash of light, but not before leaving behind a few words of warning.
âIf you donât believe me, just wait until you meet the Flame Patriarch. See if he makes things difficult for you or notâŚâ
Her words made Wang Baole ponder for a while, but he still felt skeptical. In the end, he decided to just wait for the Flame Patriarchâs summons first. Thus, he went back to looking around his pagoda.
The pagoda was divided into four floors. The first floor at the bottom was like a living room. Although it was furnished simply, it wasnât lacking in artistic charm. Even the chairs were made out of special wood that emitted fluctuations of spirit qi. Moreover, there was clearly some sort of spirit gathering formation in the pagoda, allowing the already dense spirit qi of the outside world to be concentrated into one place. Thus, the density of spirit qi inside the pagoda had reached an astonishing degree.
Logically speaking, such dense spirit qi should already have turned into spirit liquid. However, it was obvious that the designer of the pagoda had kept such a thing in mind. A great waterfall poured down through all four floors, surrounded by stairs leading upward. This waterfallâs water was all spirit liquid, and it could be drunk directly.
Thus, the pagoda wasnât completely silent, with the sound of flowing water serving as a relaxing backdrop. Moreover, the pagoda was nice and cool, especially in comparison to the outside world, making it a perfect abode for comfortable cultivation.
As for the second floor, it had a room full of pill recipes and various artifacts. There were also three empty rooms that could be arranged according to different needs. But the third floor was the real core of the pagoda. It was divided into two sections; one was a sealed room for secluded cultivation, and the other was a martial hall for testing out magical techniques and divine abilities.
After strolling around the first three floors, Wang Baole was quite satisfied with this pagoda of his. He basked in the cool temperature and the sensation of spirit qi flowing endlessly into his body as he walked up to the top floor. This top floor could also be considered a roof, because it was half-exposed to the open air. Standing there, Wang Baole could see the horizon in the distance.
It was already late, and the blazing sunlight had been replaced by flowing moonlight. However, unlike Earth, there were more than ten moons here, each of a different shape. They looked quite bizarre as they hung there high in the sky. As their light streamed down, the enormous Raging Flame Chief Planet became clean and pure.
At the same time, with the advent of the night, the originally hot outside world cooled down rapidly. The temperature plunged lower and lower, and it was apparent that by the time midnight came around, it might even be quite cold.
This sort of climate that switched between hot and cold might have a negative impact on most living things, but for cultivators, it was of great benefit. The interchanging of yin and yang in the outside world would tug on their inner cultivation bases, increasing their cultivation speed while still allowing them to progress stably.
âThis place is basically a cultivation paradise!â Wang Baole inhaled deeply and sat down cross-legged on the top floor. He didnât think about the Raging Flame Galaxyâs absurdity, nor did he think about the things Little Missy had told him. Instead, he focused his mind and cultivated silently.
His cultivation base at the middle stage of the Planet Realm slowly circulated within his body, and a Planet appeared behind him. At first glance, it was the Dao Planet, but looking closely, nine Ancient Planets could be seen inside of it. They slowly expanded and contracted, as if breathing, as a huge amount of spirit qi surged in from all around.
When Wang Baole had cultivated out in the starry sky previously, an enormous vortex had appeared wherever he went. But here, the spirit qi was almost limitless, and the pagoda itself was also special. Thus, no vortex appeared. However, countless streams of spirit qi could still be seen emerging from the surroundings and entering Wang Baoleâs body.
Just like that, three days passed. During these three days, Wang Baole didnât go out, nor did he even open his eyes; he simply continued meditating at all times. Although he didnât progress greatly, with the help of the endless spirit qi here, his cultivation base that had only just entered the middle stage of the Planet Realm gradually stabilized.
âCultivating for one day here is equivalent to half a year back in the FederationâŚâ Wang Baole couldnât hide his shock when he opened his eyes. At this rate, even without any medicinal pills or other opportunities, he would only have to cultivate here for a hundred years before reaching the late stage of the Planet Realm.
Although a hundred years seemed to be a long time, such speed was actually astonishing. After all, if it was in the Federation, perhaps he wouldnât be able to reach the late stage even if his lifespan ran out.
âNow I just lack a Planet-level cultivation techniqueâŚâ Wang Baole narrowed his eyes. This was one of the reasons he had come to the Raging Flame Galaxy. For any sect, a Planet-level cultivation technique was something they only gave to their most powerful and most trusted members. Although Wang Baole knew some techniques from the Underworld Sect, most of them werenât suitable for him. Thus, he was hoping that the Flame Patriarch would be able to give him an appropriate cultivation technique.
With this in mind, Wang Baole cultivated silently for another four days. Finally, when the morning of the eighth day arrived, the ringing of a bell sounded in the distance. Wang Baoleâs heart trembled violently as the voice of an old man rang out in his mind.
âDisciples, Master has returned. Hurry and come see me!â
Wang Baoleâs eyes flew open. This was the voice of his master, the Flame Patriarch. The doubts buried deep in his heart suddenly rose up once again, but he quickly suppressed them. Standing up, he sorted out his clothes and hastily left his pagoda.
As he left, people flew out from the other pagodas one after another. All of them were heading straight toward the tallest pagoda in the very center where the Flame Patriarch lived. The pagodas werenât very far away from each other, so arcs of light quickly flashed across the sky and landed outside the pagoda, revealing the figures of Wang Baole and his fellow disciples.
Looking around, Wang Baole saw the domineering First Senior Sister, the god-like Second Senior Brother, and Third Senior Brother, who looked like a flaming ox. He also saw Fifth Senior Sister, Sixth Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, etc.
The last two were Twelfth Senior Sister and Fifteenth Senior Brother. Thirteenth and Fourteenth Senior Brothers wasnât there, nor was Fourth Senior Brother. But aside from them, all thirteen disciples including Wang Baole stared respectfully at the tall pagoda in front of them.
Wang Baole couldnât help but glance over the twelve other disciples. Little Missyâs words echoed in his mind again.
âThese⌠are all Masterâs clones?â Wang Baole felt hesitant. He saw Fifteenth winking at him, as well as the smiles on the faces of the other senior brothers and sister. He instinctively cupped his fists and bowed, but before he could say anything, the aged voice of the Flame Patriarch echoed out from the pagoda.
âAll of you can come in.â With those words, the pagodaâs doors silently swung open, revealing the Flame Patriarch seated at the end of the hall. He wore a long robe of fire, and his hair fluttered without the presence of wind. Furthermore, his eyes seemed to contain ghostly flames, and his whole person exuded a mighty aura that seemed to weigh down on Wang Baole like a mountain. Wang Baoleâs heart trembled, and he quickly put away all his random thought, walking into the hall behind his senior brothers and sisters.
As soon as they entered, his senior brothers and sisters immediately knelt down to the Flame Patriarch, and their loud voices resounded through the hall.
"Greetings, Master!"
Wang Baole quickly copied them. At the same time, he couldnât help but give the Flame Patriarch a few more looks before also glancing at the senior disciples all around him. Suspicion flashed through the depths of his eyes.
âAccording to Little Missy, almost everything in the Raging Flame Galaxy is actually a clone of my master. Earlier, the fire ladybug heard me doubting Master⌠Little Missy also said that Master is a petty and narrow-minded person, and that he would definitely hold a grudge over what I said. Is he really going to make things difficult for me nowâŚ?â Wang Baole felt a headache coming on. He sighed inwardly, worried that his concerns would prove true. But he was also skeptical.
As for the Flame Patriarch, his gaze swept across his disciples one by one, and when he looked at Wang Baole, a gentle smile slowly appeared on his face.
âBaole, have you taken care of matters at home? If Master can help you with anything, just let me know.â
âThank you, Master. Replying to Master, this discipleâs personal affairs have all been dealt with.â Wang Baole immediately responded respectfully when he heard the Flame Patriarchâs words. At the same time, he felt slightly relieved. It didnât seem like his master was angry. Could it be that Little Missyâs words really werenât true?