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Chapter 672
Han Changkong thought to himself that the difference and profound meaning behind this could only be fully understood and comprehended when he reached that level.
Time flies by like a white horse, and months pass by in the blink of an eye.
With the continuous help of Blood Source Pill and Elder Zhao Hong, Han Changkong's cultivation was like a steady walker, moving steadily towards the seventh level of the Divine Man.
During this period, apart from He Ran who came once and happily told him that the Soul Gathering Pearl was making good progress in helping his Taoist partner recover his soul, Han Changkong's cultivation life was not disturbed by anyone else, and he was able to enjoy peace and comfort.
On the surface, the entire Li Ren Sect seemed to be immersed in calm, like a calm lake.
However, Han Changkong knew clearly in his heart that beneath this seemingly calm surface, there were actually undercurrents and dangers lurking everywhere.
Especially the group of Zhao Hong and Zhao Lin, who are always like poisonous snakes hiding in the dark. They are a hidden danger in his heart that is difficult to remove, making him extremely vigilant at all times.
Over the past few months, Han Changkong has always adhered to his training plan, carefully refining blood source pills every day, and in this way, he has gradually weakened the energy of the inner sect elder Zhao Hong without making a sound.
At the same time, he controlled his cultivation progress extremely carefully, strictly adhering to the rhythm of advancing one realm every three months, so as to avoid attracting attention again due to his rapid cultivation speed.
Until today, a message suddenly came from the sect token, telling him that in three days, the Li Ren Sect's once-in-a-century Tianjiao Conference would be grandly opened.
At this time, Han Changkong had successfully advanced to the seventh level of the Divine Man, and had already stepped into the ranks of the late Divine Man.
According to the sect's regulations, he also needs to go to the sect's affairs hall to re-register, and by the way, adjust his competition level in the Tianjiao Conference to the late stage of the God-man.
The moment Han Changkong stepped into the affairs hall, the manager Qian Gaolang suddenly widened his eyes and stood there in a daze, his face full of shock and disbelief.
However, after a moment, he felt that all this seemed reasonable.
After all, compared to Han Changkong's previous astonishing cultivation speed, he only advanced two small realms in the past six months. Compared with the past, it does not seem so unacceptable and can be barely accepted.
"Are you on drugs, kid? Your cultivation has improved so quickly. Besides, your story has already spread among many seniors in the inner sect."
Qian Gaolang said in astonishment.
Han Changkong didn't care about this at all, and thought to himself:
What can I do even if I know?
Furthermore, his system had not yet added a single hostile name, which meant that these people should not pose a threat to him for the time being.
Thinking of this, he clasped his fists and saluted, responding humbly:
"Manager Qian, you're too kind. Han has been practicing at a relatively fast pace since he was young. It only took him a mere hundred years to cultivate from Qi Refining to the Immortal Venerable realm."
When Qian Gaolang heard this, he was shocked and secretly complained in his heart:
Damn, is this even human language?
This is simply naked Versailles!
In fact, Han Changkong said too much. If he had not gone to the Wu Clan Continent with Qingluan to train and become a mortal, wasting fifty years, he might have entered the realm of gods long ago.
But having said that, the time spent in the Witch Continent was truly wonderful and unforgettable. Leading troops to fight, the passionate feeling was like being in the plot of a wonderful movie.
Han Changkong was immersed in his memories of Qingluan. As his thoughts were drifting, he was suddenly interrupted by someone's voice.