Starting My Cultivation With Time Management

Upon arriving in the midst of the cocoon forest, they saw An Zhisu still deeply asleep inside the cocoon, arms hugging her knees, her body curled up into a ball, resembling an infant.

Because time had been slowed, she was currently without any consciousness within the cocoon.

"Accelerate it, Ah Jing," Ling Yunpo ordered, "Advance the time by thirty years and ensure that her consciousness remains untroubled, can you do that?"

"The power of time in this Cloud Cocoon can indeed be advanced by thirty years," the Kunlun Mirror, standing by his side, replied, "Leave it to me."

"Ah Jing…"

"What’s wrong?"

"Say something before coming out next time, don’t scare me."

The Kunlun Mirror rolled her eyes and then placed her hand upon the surface of the empty cocoon.

Soon, An Zhisu inside slowly opened her eyes.

By then, the Kunlun Mirror had already returned to the Sea of Consciousness. They saw An Zhisu struggle to emerge from the cocoon, supported by Ling Yunpo by the arm, who asked with concern:

"Senior sister, are you alright?"

"I’m fine, just a bit of a headache," An Zhisu shook her head and once again looked inward at herself.

Indeed, the True Yuan within her Dantian was full, her Jade Mansion perfectly natural, reaching the threshold of four hundred years.

"Junior brother, my cultivation level has reached the Second Grade Golden Core…" An Zhisu said joyfully, her words trailing off as her nose suddenly twitched.

A strange scent, where was it coming from?

"Junior brother," An Zhisu suddenly asked, "Has anyone been here?"

"No," Ling Yunpo, alerted, quickly replied, "I went down to catch some Cloud Weaving Spiders, then came back, but I’ve never seen anyone come here."

"Is that so?" An Zhisu didn’t suspect anything and thought to herself that it might not necessarily be a feminine fragrance; perhaps it was the scent of something else.

The two set off again, leaving the Cloud Sea Realm.

"Senior sister, please wait here for a moment; I have something else to attend to," Ling Yunpo said with a smile upon returning to the hall.

"Alright, I’ll wait for you here," An Zhisu said softly.

Ling Yunpo left his senior sister and went back down to the forty-seventh floor, entering the deep Sea Abyss through the Death Gate.

He vividly remembered the last time, as Qiu Changtian, with the Realm of Marrow Cleansing Rank, cautiously entering this sea abyss alongside the Marquis of Mount Tu, his heart filled with trepidation.

Now, after the experiences as Long Long, he felt almost like being home when entering the depths of this sea again, utterly relaxed.

"Ah Jing, bring up the Long Long template," Ling Yunpo quickly said as he saw demonic qi approaching.

No sooner had he spoken than he abruptly transformed into the visage of Long Long; two Jiaolong approached in the distance, noticing another from the Dragon Clan, they were clearly taken aback.

"Who are you?" one of the Jiaolong asked.

"None of your damn business!" Long Long revealed his true Jiaolong form and swam away with grandeur.

The two Jiaolong watched him go, dumbfounded, with the one who had spoken saying:

"I’ve never seen him before, who is he?"

"He’s got a strong personality, kind of handsome," the female Jiaolong beside him commented.

"Handsome? Where?" the male Jiaolong immediately exclaimed in shock, "Sis, can’t you have a normal taste?"

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As for the reactions of the Jiaolong siblings, on the side of Long Long, he proceeded, in his true form, swaggering all the way to the bottom of the Sea Abyss.

On the way, he still encountered many Jiaolongs, which he managed to deal with using agile postures and speech — probably due to being confined in the Demon Locking Tower for too long, and a serious lack of clan education, the intelligence of these ordinary Jiaolongs wasn’t much higher compared to that of the Vermilion Bird.

At last, he arrived at the entrance to the Endless, where the Kunlun Mirror exhibited its spatial divine skills and teleported Long Long into the independent space where Ying Long resided.

Having just switched to imitating Qiu Changtian’s appearance, he saw Ying Long raise his massive head atop Blade Mountain, casting an imposing gaze his way.

"I’ve found your daughter," Qiu Changtian said, cutting to the chase.

"Oh?" Ying Long responded lazily. "What’s your proof?"

"Your daughter carries the bloodlines of humans, dragons, and foxes, which makes her bloodline unstable and endangers her life," said Qiu Changtian, seeing the dragon’s disbelief, and chuckled, "Your wife used a fragment of the Heaven-Mending Stone to seal most of her Dragon Clan bloodline, achieving a balance within her body."

Ying Long lifted his head, suddenly smacking Blade Mountain powerfully with his tail.

The entire space seemed to shatter, the Blood River reversed its flow, and even the sky nearly changed color.

Before Qiu Changtian could react, Ying Long had already lowered his head in front of him, his golden vertical pupils staring intently into his eyes:

"Have you seen them? Where are they now, and how are they?"

Cold sweat beaded on Qiu Changtian’s back, yet he did not answer and simply smiled.

As expected, Ying Long, seeing that he remained silent, grasped his meaning and said:

"I have nothing on me except scales and essence blood, and I can only offer you one more drop of essence blood..."

"There’s no need for you to bleed," Qiu Changtian said flatly. "I want the secret techniques and divine skills of the Jiaolong Clan."

"Our clan’s bloodline supernatural powers?" Ying Long uttered, stunned for a moment, before saying, "You are not one of our clan, what do you want our divine secret skills for?"

As he spoke, he seemed to realize something and burst into hearty laughter:

"I see, you have Dragon Clan bloodline in your ancestry, hence you used my essence blood to purify your bloodline, and now you covet my divine skills, right?"

Hearing this, Qiu Changtian knew Ying Long had misunderstood — he probably thought he was like someone from the Xu Family of Southern Heaven, a descendant of a family that possessed Dragon Clan bloodline.

"Let’s cut the idle chatter, I just want to know what you intend to do," Qiu Changtian asked calmly.

"No problem," Ying Long said readily. "First, tell me their current situation."

"I’m not in a position to speak of your wife’s situation," said Qiu Changtian implicitly. "But we can discuss your daughter, Long Hu."

"Not in a position to speak" means "too painful to talk about", the implication was self-explanatory.

Ying Long was silent for a long while before he spoke somberly:

"What about Long Hu, how is she?"

"Long Hu is now at the Azure Dragon Clan’s territory, being well protected..." Qiu Changtian had not finished speaking when he felt Dragon’s Might rushing toward him like a blade, almost pressing him out of breath.

"You!" Ying Long’s furious wrath came crashing down like mountainous weights as if to tear him apart, "I told you to take her to the Beiming Fanyang!"

"Of course, I haven’t forgotten," Qiu Changtian said calmly. "But the Xuan Gui Clan has sealed off Beiming Fanyang; do you want me to take Long Hu and forcefully break through the Xuan Gui Clan’s seal? The Qilin Clan is not yet in decline!"

"The Qilin Clan..." Ying Long’s tone grew cold, and the anger in his voice began to subside. "Understood."

"By the way," Qiu Changtian added, "with the support of the Azure Dragon Clan, Long Hu has successfully undergone Transformation."

"Transformation, is it?" said Ying Long indifferently, suddenly lowering his head again and locking Qiu Changtian in his golden vertical pupils as he asked imperiously:

"Human, my daughter must be very beautiful after her transformation, right?"

Qiu Changtian: ???

This is not good; it seems like a question that could seal my fate!