"Boom!" At that moment, a thunderclap resounded.
You were startled, thinking it was Heavenly Thunder descending.
It wasn't until you saw the torrential rain following the thunder that you breathed a sigh of relief.
"So it was just rain!"
However, the thunder also extinguished the bit of bravado that had just risen in your heart.
You kept reminding yourself: The enemy is too powerful. Stay low, stay low, you must be cautious.
In the fifth year, you arrived at Sunset Mountain.
After searching for a while, you finally found the Spirit Liquid Pool!
You immediately began your cultivation there.
In the sixth year, thanks to the effects of the Pseudo Spirit Liquid, you broke through from the second level of Nascent Soul to the third level within a year.
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
In the ninth year, your cultivation level had reached the sixth level of Nascent Soul.
By this time, the Pseudo Spirit Liquid in the Spirit Liquid Pool had been completely consumed by you.
Looking at the dried-up pool, you felt a bit unsatisfied.
The feeling of rapid improvement was truly exhilarating.
"Sigh," you sighed and headed towards Green Hills City.
This time, you didn't plan to go to the Forest of Ten Thousand Swords.
Although in the last simulation, you accidentally stumbled out of the Southern Regions after going mad, you weren't sure if you could replicate that situation; it was too random.
Of course, you could gamble on the talent of being a Child of Fortune.
But you felt that your Child of Fortune talent seemed fake, only responsible for resources, with no significant change in luck in other aspects.
In the eleventh year, you returned to Green Hills City.
This time, you didn't hide outside but returned to the Jiang Family.
Your father, Jiang Fushan, was overjoyed to see you return safely after so many years.
To celebrate, all the Jiang Clan Firm's businesses in Green Hills City held massive sales.
Soon, the news of your return spread throughout Green Hills City!
It seemed to be making a choice!
In the end, you gave your father Jiang Fushan a push towards the light orb.
Seeing this, the inheritance smoothly merged into your father Jiang Fushan's body.
You had considered taking the inheritance yourself.
But then you thought it would be better to steadily improve; this time, your goal was to break through a major realm.
Since you were cultivating the Divine Dao, you needed to advance both Martial Dao and Immortal Dao simultaneously to achieve perfection and break through the major realm.
You felt you needed to find Spine Mountain and use the Heavenly Thunder beneath it to cultivate Martial Dao.
If you took the inheritance, you weren't sure if you could find Spine Mountain.
So, to be safe, you gave up the inheritance. As long as your father obtained it, he would connect with the cultivators of Spine Mountain.
You could then take the opportunity to go to Spine Mountain with him!
As for the inheritance, you left it for your future self to explore.
After confirming your father had received the inheritance, you woke up the knocked-out members of the Jiang Clan convoy and sent them on their way.
After everything was done, you returned to the inheritance hall, staying by your father's side to protect him.
Three days later, a shadowy figure named Yang Zuo appeared.
He arrogantly shouted, "You are not worthy of receiving the Immortal Dao inheritance!"
Looking at his ninth-level Core Formation cultivation and comparing it to your sixth-level Nascent Soul cultivation, you grinned.
You felt it was finally your moment to show off!
You had waited for this day for a long time.
You stepped forward, stood before Yang Zuo, and muttered, "Trash," before slapping him on the head.
Just as you were about to continue showing off, Yang Zuo's head exploded, splattering you with blood, ruining your luxurious clothes!
"Just like that?"
You couldn't believe Yang Zuo was so weak, feeling a bit displeased, you cursed, "Damn, I wasn't even serious!"
After a brief moment of cursing, you realized that showing off wasn't as satisfying as you thought.
Finally, you muttered, "Forget it," feeling that perhaps you were more suited to staying low; showing off wasn't your forte!