Below Rainbow Mountain, the incessant beeping of trucks filled the air, a middle-aged driver couldn’t stand the boredom any longer, he opened the door, stepped out of the cabin, and looked ahead—there were at least a hundred vehicles clogged up in front, traffic stretching from the foot to the waist of the mountain.
He looked back, vehicles one after another behind him carrying the sll of gasoline and dust, joined up like in the ga of Snake, each attaching to the back end of the car ahead.
Shaking his head, he walked over to the car behind his, calling out, "Brother, got a light?"
A plump man hopped out from the rear car, quite hospitable, even offering him a cigarette.
The two smoked and with nothing better to do, they started chatting idly as they looked out at the bustling Rainbow Mountain:
"How many runs have you made?"
"Three days, about ten trips, the work is urgent!"
"It’s urgent indeed, they say over a dozen construction sites have started simultaneously, demanding a lot, cars keep coming non-stop, still they won’t let us in, who knows what they’re gearing up to build."
"What do you care, isn’t it good enough they pay us..."
The plump man lowered his voice, whispering: "You’re not a local, are you?"
"No..."
"Then you haven’t heard, these past few years, there have been many rumors about Rainbow Mountain."
"What rumors?"
"Rainbow Mountain, it’s got a fairy!"
"..."
"Don’t be incredulous, so people have seen her, a beauty not of this world, a female demon, who especially at night when no one’s around, flies through the mountains!" the plump man declared adamantly.
The middle-aged man took a deep drag... the cigarette wasn’t bad, this guy might be a bit cuckoo, but he was rather generous.
...
Tang Demon sat obediently with her legs together, on a stool beside the dining table, gazing at Zheng Fa, her large eyes blinking innocently on her small face.
Old Man Bai and the others gathered around her, exchanging words one after another.
The latest group of people have also left the elderly ho—this ti Rainbow Mountain’s expansion was not only recruiting people, but also establishing laboratories, research institutions, and even opening new spirit fields.
These people either went down the mountain to make arrangents for their families and previous jobs.
Or they went to the construction site to provide guidance.
The noise from the outside world, in contrast, didn’t make it to the elderly ho, but the people there were not in the mood to concern themselves with it, because Tang Lingwu was about to begin her Foundation Establishnt.
She has been cultivating for over three years, nearly four, which for soone with a Single Spirit Root was quite slow.
The problem was not with her but with the environnt:
For years, Zheng Fa’s cultivation had been limited, and the lack of Spiritual Energy on Rainbow Mountain was a major reason.
On the other hand, it was due to the scarcity of various spiritual materials, especially elixirs; for instance, Tang Lingwu didn’t have the Yuan Condensing Pill and could not practice the "Talisman Dao Foundation Establishnt thod".
In that regard, Tang Lingwu’s speed was extrely fast—not only was her talent exceptional, but she also had a pri temperant. Born into wealth and a simple character, she focused intensely, clear-headed as well, a bona fide genius even in the Xuanwei Realm.
By comparison, nowadays Old Man Bai had just barely reached the seventh level of Qi Cultivation, and Mrs. Tian’s cultivation was even weaker.
Zheng Fa had so concerns:
Putting himself aside, Tang Lingwu was the first modern-born to attempt Foundation Establishnt, one could say she’s the pioneer of the Immortal Dao in this world.
Although he believed there was a ninety-nine percent chance nothing would go wrong.
But still, he couldn’t help but consider that one percent possibility.
Old Man Bai and Mrs. Tian too stood beside, looking at Tang Lingwu with obvious concern.
After years of living together, their feelings towards Zheng Fa were perhaps mixed, but towards Tang Lingwu, they viewed her completely as their own child, hence their worries were naturally greater.
"Should we, like, prepare a bit more?"
Old Man Bai muttered softly.
"Preparations are done." Tang Lingwu shook her head and smiled, "I also feel it’s about ti."
Zheng Fa nodded. According to the experiences of cultivators in the Xuanwei Realm, Foundation Establishnt should not be rushed, but nor should it be delayed overmuch—for fear of losing one’s nerve.
Sotis following one’s intuition is the best choice.
Seeing Zheng Fa nod, Old Man Bai and Mrs. Tian didn’t speak further, but Old Man Bai touched his chest and sighed, "This feeling of mine is just like when my daughter was taking the college entrance exams."
That comparison... was quite apt.
Or rather, the success or failure of Foundation Establishnt could decide one’s entire life even more so than college entrance exams... especially for soone like Tang Lingwu who doesn’t need to take them...
The nervousness in the hearts of Old Man Bai and Mrs. Tian probably had another reason:
The success or failure of Tang Lingwu was linked to their own future cultivation.
Connected to themselves, they naturally grew more anxious about this matter.
Tang Lingwu grinned, showing her teeth, looking more relaxed than them, but her gaze remained on Zheng Fa.
Old Man Bai was about to say sothing more when Mrs. Tian beside him tugged at his sleeve.
"Why are you pulling ?"
"I have sothing I need to talk to you about!"
"What is it that can’t be said here?"
"..."
Mrs. Tian remained silent, but forcefully pulled Old Man Bai out of the room.
Tang Mudao was quick-witted, also darting out of the dining room following them.
In the room, only Tang Lingwu and Zheng Fa were left.
"I’m a bit scared..."
The forrly careless Tang Lingwu now spoke weakly.
Zheng Fa didn’t say a word, just extended his hand and patted Tang Lingwu’s head.
"I’ve already morized the cultivation technique very well," Tang Lingwu said with her eyes squinted, her mouth not stopping, "and I’ve rembered all the things you taught ..."
Zheng Fa, concerned, of course wouldn’t leave Tang Lingwu to grope her way through this alone; he brought over all the records of corresponding cultivation techniques for Foundation Establishnt from his sect, analyzing them piece by piece for Tang Lingwu, even simulating possible problems.
To put it simply, they had gone through several rounds of simulated trials.
"I’m actually a bit afraid, if I fail, then those newcors, will they doubt you..."
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