Jiang Lan had failed his cultivation advancement the previous time at the inn.
His master should have known of this.
However, he still had a fortuitous encounter there after all. Therefore, it was not surprising that his advancement this time was smooth.
So in these three years, he raised his cultivation to the early-stage Essence Soul Realm.
It had been a hundred and fifty years since he had arrived at the sect. He was still considered a genius.
After that, he would have to slow down.
It was not suitable for him to continue increasing his realms on the surface at such a pace.
His master already knew of his advancement.
Although he did not say anything, he still smiled.
Jiang Lan could tell.
The number of array formations in the Ninth Summit had increased by a lot, but as he gained a deeper understanding of array formations, he started to feel that they were rather ordinary.
After he came back from the learning trip this time, he would modify all of them.
"I wonder how much I can learn."
Jiang Lan looked forward to it.
He placed the flower pot in the courtyard and watered it with some spirit liquid before using the Self Mirror.
He had not used the Dao Comprehension Tea until now. He had been waiting for this day.
After fighting with his projection, Jiang Lan left the Ninth Summit on his sword.
Every time he fought with his projection from the Self Mirror, he never won.
However, his attacks had become much sharper. When he went in to challenge his projection, it was mainly to practice his moves, especially his fist attacks.
He knew other clever ways of using his moves, but he rarely chose to do so.
It would not be too late to use it when there was a battle of attrition.
However, he did still allocate some time to practice such things.
He would naturally spend some time on such matters.
It was all to strengthen their overall strength.
The sun was warm and the breeze was gentle.
There were many Kunlun disciples flying on their swords in the sky.
Some went to other summits, while others left Kunlun.
Jiang Lan's sword wasn't too high up; it wasn't conspicuous at all.
If people didn't pay attention, no one would notice him.
This time, he had used a new spell.
It was one of the nature Daoist spells, Loneliness.
With himself as the center, he would integrate his aura and strength into his body, thereby becoming a solitary existence.
Shutting himself from the outside world.
Only he himself could see and understand himself.
It was as if he was forgotten by all living beings. No one cared about him anymore and no one would pay attention to him anymore.
"This spell is a bit lonely and sad."
When Jiang Lan thought of this spell, he felt it was a little too extreme.
Did the creator of this spell not want to be detected, or was he afraid of being detected?
He did not know the answer, but all that mattered was that it was useful to him now. As long as he did not mix with the outside world, his presence would be much lower.
However, once he communicated with the outside world or used his power, the effects of this spell would disappear.
The Fifth Summit.
Jiang Lan arrived in front of the Junior Brothers and Sisters who were guarding the mountain gate.
"I am here on the orders of my teacher to see Martial Aunt Miao Yue."
Jiang Lan lowered his stance and spoke softly.
His Essence Soul cultivation was not hidden, so he appeared extremely powerful to them.
His clothes also represented seniority as it belonged to a disciple that had been in the sect for more than a hundred years.
"Which summit are you from, Senior Brother?" A male disciple immediately asked.
His face was filled with respect.
Although he did not know what his Senior Brother's cultivation was, he could sense that he was extremely powerful.
It was not something he could compare with.
Since the other party was so polite, how could he dare to be disrespectful?
"Ninth Summit, Jiang Lan," Jiang Lan replied softly.
"The Summit Leader has informed me of your arrival. I'll bring Senior Brother up now." The disciple guarding the mountain gate did not dare to be negligent.
Jiang Lan thanked him.
On the way up the mountain, Jiang Lan didn't feel any attention at all.
So he also understood one thing.
The news of his marriage with Ao Longyu had not spread.
He could relax for now.
But as he walked, he heard some voices.
"It's been a few years, why hasn't there been any news?"
"That's right. Everyone says that the Goddess is getting engaged, but her marriage partner has yet to be confirmed."
"Do you guys think he might be our Senior Brother?"
"That's impossible, isn't it? I heard that the best or most famous disciples are either on the First Summit or the Eighth Summit."
"It's definitely not Senior Lu Jian, right?"
"Even if it's not Senior Brother Lu Jian, there is no chance of you getting close with him."
"Hmph, at least the dream is still there."
The female cultivator stuck out her tongue.
Jiang Lan's expression didn't change at all.
He understood now. The news of the marriage between the Dragon Race and Kunlun had spread, but so far, no one knew about the candidate from Kunlun.
"Don't the demons and dragons in the frontlines all know that the candidate is me already?"
Jiang Lan was surprised.
It had been three years, yet the news still hadn't reached here?
However, there was no harm in that.
At least he could study in peace for the next two years.
However, there were many people at the Fifth Summit.
The number of people here was many times more than his Ninth Summit.
"Senior Brother, have you heard of this rumor?" The Fifth Summit disciple beside Jiang Lan asked curiously.
Jiang Lan nodded slightly.
"I've heard a little about it."
He did not hear much, but he knew of it as he was the person involved.
Although it was just a few sentences, he knew more than these people.
"Then who do you think it is?"
"We'll know in two years."
Jiang Lan replied softly. That was all he could say.
He could not answer anything else.
Soon, Jiang Lan was brought to the main hall.
He could go in alone.
No one paid much attention to Jiang Lan's arrival. After all, it was normal for people from other summits to come.
If he wasn't famous, no one would pay attention to him.
He had indeed been famous before, but that was in the past.
After several decades, people have all turned their attention to someone else.
"Greetings, Martial Aunt."
Entering the main hall, Jiang Lan saw a woman standing at the very top.
She was a female cultivator in a pale yellow dress. Her face was covered by a veil, but one could tell from her eyes that she was most likely an absolute beauty.
Jiang Lan only dared to look at her lightly before lowering his head and greeting her respectfully in order to ensure that he wasn't passed off as rude.
"Jiang Lan?" Miao Yue looked at Jiang Lan and asked.
"That's me." Jiang Lan's head was still lowered.
"I heard from your master that you want to learn about array formations recently?" Miao Yue's voice was very soft and gentle.
He did not feel the dominance from before.
"Yes. Master said that Martial Aunt's attainments in array formations are among the best in Kunlun." Jiang Lan felt that it was good to bootlick a little.
Miao Yue looked at Jiang Lan. She could clearly feel that his heart was very calm.
This was not a temperament that belonged to a youth.
Jiang Lan felt like a reclusive old man to her.
"How long have you been in the sect?" Miao Yue asked.
"Almost a hundred and fifty years," Jiang Lan replied.
"What cultivation level are you currently at?"
"I just advanced to the early-stage Essence Soul Realm recently."
Miao Yue was not surprised, after all, Jiang Lan did not conceal his cultivation level.
"Are you hiding your true cultivation level?" Miao Yue asked directly.
This question surprised Jiang Lan.
It was not normal for someone to suddenly ask such a question right?
However, his heart was calm as usual, and it didn't cause any fluctuations.
Miao Yue did not wait for Jiang Lan to answer. Instead, she continued.
"Do you think it's considered fast or slow for you to have advanced to the early-stage Essence Soul Realm in a hundred and fifty years?"
"It's considered fast," Jiang Lan replied.
This Martial Aunt was giving him an invisible pressure.
It was impossible to guess what the other party was up to.
