The whole family is full of evil disciples, Master, don't panic, your disciples are here

The levels of cultivation in Tianyuan Continent are: lower level, middle level, and upper level.

There are five major realms in the lower level, namely: Qi Refining Stage, Foundation Building Stage, Golden Core Stage, Nascent Soul Stage, and Spirit Transformation Stage.

After breaking through the shackles of the lower realm, practitioners can move up to the next level, which is the middle realm that truly marks the beginning of the threshold of cultivating immortals.

There are three realms in the middle level, namely: the realm of refining emptiness, the realm of fusion, and the realm of Mahayana.

After reaching the Mahayana realm, every cultivator will draw essence and fire into their bodies, and use the energy of heaven and earth and the essence of sunlight to rebuild their physical body. The most significant change is the true perfection of the Nascent Soul in the body.

At this moment, Ji Xiuzhu felt that the biggest change in himself was that he could see through three thousand miles with one glance. Without the need for spiritual sense, all rivers, lakes and seas were within his sight.

The Mahayana realm is the highest level of existence among the middle levels. Those who enter this realm begin to master the power of laws. If they want to fight, they will be beyond the plane.

(For example, in the previous scene where Xu Anlan and Mo Yunyu were fighting, they could travel through different dimensions at will.)

After entering the Mahayana realm, the cultivator will be able to comprehend the power of the law. And he needs to survive the last thunder tribulation of the Nascent Soul in his body. From then on, the Nascent Soul will be immortal and enter the True Immortal Realm, entering the upper realm and living as long as the heaven and earth.

This is why Ji Xiuzhu’s thunder tribulation was two different colored thunders, one red and one gold.

Although Ji Xiuzhu had passed the thunder tribulation, he still failed to break through into the realm of true immortality. Seeing this scene, Hu Yin felt a sense of pity.

Although he did not hold out much hope for Ji Xiuzhu to break through this time, he was already relieved that he had not expected that refining some spiritual power for her would lead to this.

"How do you feel right now?"

Hu Yin took off his outer robe and wrapped Ji Xiuzhu's tattered body around it.

When Ji Xiuzhu heard this, he realized how embarrassed he was right now.

So he tightened the robe handed to him by Hu Yin and said awkwardly: "It's okay, I just re-tempered my body, and now my whole body smells a little. Well, thank you very much, although I don't know what method you used to let me cross so many realms at once, but I still have to thank you."

As he spoke, Ji Xiuzhu wanted to reach out and pat Huyin's head, but seeing that Huyin was two or three heads taller than him, he patted Huyin's shoulder instead.

Then, he forced a faint smile on his dirty face and said, "I'm going to go wash it now. I'll wear your outer robe first."

After saying that, Ji Xiuzhu flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Hu Yin looked at the place where Ji Xiuzhu disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly: "He is really the same evildoer as always. He has only tempered a part of his spiritual power, but he has stepped half a step into the realm of true immortality?"

Hu Yin muttered to himself, but then his body slowly became transparent, and then gradually disappeared, leaving only a half-face mask that had just fallen to the ground, proving that he had been there.

Not long after Hu Yin disappeared, Mo Yunyu came here.

He saw the mask lying on the lawn and picked it up. Then he saw the charred bushes and grass nearby that were struck by lightning. Two people instantly appeared in his mind.

One was his master who made breakthroughs of varying sizes at any time; and the other was his senior brother Murong Yin who became the God of War in Heaven tens of thousands of years later.

The name Murong Yin was a very obscure name, known only to Ji Xiuzhu, him, and his senior brother.

In front of other people, his eldest brother would always call himself Huyin because this was the name given to him by his master.

But when he thought of Hu Yin's visit, Mo Yunyu couldn't help but frown.

"Why is he here? How many times has he been here?"

He felt unhappy when he thought about Ji Xiuzhu staying with his senior brother without his knowledge.

Then, veins bulged on his hand holding the mask, and the mask instantly turned into silver powder and fluttered in the wind.

It's just like the readers who urge the author to update his works and scatter the author's ashes.

Here, Ji Xiuzhu came to the hot spring pool in the back mountain, took off his tattered clothes, and dived into the spring water.

The spring was warm, and Ji Xiuzhu didn't stay there for long before his cheeks became flushed, like a drunk.

While she used the clear spring water to wash away the dirt on her body, she let her body absorb the spiritual power in the spring. The spiritual power filled her whole body, making her feel extremely comfortable.

After a while, she relaxed and closed her eyes.

She lay on her side on a warm rock, her body completely submerged in the water, feeling very comfortable.

"Oh, if I could have some fruit and tea at this time, my life would be complete."

Ji Xiuzhu murmured, but his eyes did not open at all.

Suddenly, a scent of spiritual fruit came over, causing Ji Xiuzhu to drool and suddenly open his eyes.

"It's sweet, it's red fragrant fruit!"

Ji Xiuzhu had just calmed down from his excitement when he looked up and saw a man wearing a light yellow robe, with a ring hanging around his waist, about 1.85 meters tall, with his hair tied up in a high bun, a purple and gold feather crown on his head, and a half-face golden mask on his face. He was holding a fruit plate in his left hand and a wine jug in his right hand, looking down at Ji Xiuzhu.

Even with blood flowing down his nose, it was hard to suppress the smile on his face.

Seeing this, Ji Xiuzhu quickly spat out a "F*ck" and quickly dodged, splashing water. Then he quickly put on his clothes and flew behind the man, grabbed the man's throat, and said sharply: "Tell me, where are you from, young man, how dare you peek at me taking a bath!"

Hearing this, the man hurriedly wiped the blood from his nose with his right sleeve, then prepared to turn around with a silly smile.

But Ji Xiuzhu didn't give him a chance. With a wave of his hand, a dagger was placed against his back. At this time, the Zhuxian Sword suddenly appeared and the tip of the sword pointed directly at the man's face.

"Not honest yet!"

As he said that, Ji Xiuzhu pushed the dagger towards the man's waist again.

But who knew that the man just raised the corner of his mouth, and a talisman appeared out of thin air, and then turned into a golden net to bind the Zhuxian Sword, and then the man flashed and came behind Ji Xiuzhu.

Ji Xiuzhu was not paying attention and was hit on the waist by the man, and was thrown backwards.

The man threw the fruit plate and wine jug in his hands upwards, hugged Ji Xiuzhu and turned around on the spot. Then he waved his hand and a formation rose from the ground. Where the golden talisman flashed, stones of various sizes appeared, forming a small stone table in front of the man.

Then, when the formation was over, the man sat upright on the cushion holding Ji Xiuzhu, while the fruit plate and wine jug appeared intact on the stone table.

When the meal was over, the man still had a smile on his face. He reached out and picked up a piece of spiritual fruit and was about to put it into Ji Xiuzhu's mouth.

Ji Xiuzhu was originally thinking about how to deal with this scoundrel, but when she saw the man's angular profile, she forgot what she should do.

After all, with such a profile, there must be a handsome guy under the mask.

Ji Xiuzhu was already shocked at this moment, so she was in no mood to eat the spiritual fruit. So she saw the man gently put the spiritual fruit into her mouth, and then asked gently: "I have cultivated this fruit for 30,000 years. Try it and see if it is still sweet?"

Ji Xiuzhu was still in a trance, but the moment the spiritual fruit entered her mouth, the sweet juice stimulated her taste buds, so she subconsciously chewed a few bites. Now, she became even more uneasy.

"This red fragrant fruit is much sweeter than the ones in my yard! Did you grow this?!"

Ji Xiuzhu hurriedly got up from the man's arms and put the spiritual fruits on the table into his mouth one by one.

When the man saw Ji Xiuzhu eating happily, his eyes were full of doting.

He waved his hand again, and two wine glasses appeared in his hands. He filled the glasses with wine and handed one of them to Ji Xiuzhu.

"Try this again."

Ji Xiuzhu didn't hesitate. He took the wine glass, smelled it, and then drank it all in one gulp.

As soon as the wine went down his throat, Ji Xiuzhu was surprised: "It's osmanthus wine! There are people in your place who can make osmanthus wine!"

Seeing this, the man did not answer. He just quietly looked at Ji Xiuzhu's face filled with joy. He had not seen this smile for tens of thousands of years.

"This wine is really delicious. I haven't had such wine for a long time. Do you have any more? Sell some to me."

Seeing that the wine in the pot was almost gone, Ji Xiuzhu took out two top-grade spirit stones from his storage bag and placed them on the stone table. He then hugged the pot in his arms with a blink of his eyes.

Seeing this, the man smiled but said nothing.

With a wave of his hand, more than a dozen jars appeared on the stone table.

The man pushed the spirit stone back to Ji Xiuzhu and said two words calmly: "Enough."