Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace

Inside the cave residence.

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on the lotus seat and took out the Heaven-Melting Tripod.

The Heaven-Melting Tripod could be large or small, primarily black and crimson, like lava flowing in black rock, with many mysterious runes on its surface.

Chen Mo floated the Heaven-Melting Tripod in front of him with little hesitation, and with a thought, a continuous flow of soul power entered the tripod.

The owner of the Heaven-Melting Daoist had already died, leaving the Heaven-Melting Tripod ownerless. Chen Mo only needed to refine it and leave his soul mark at its core.

When all is said and done, even though the tripod was ownerless, it was still a middle-grade Dao Artifact, and refining it required some effort.

Luckily, since Chen Mo had broken through to the Half-Step Divinity Transformation Realm, he successfully refined the Heaven-Melting Tripod before the second day.

However, he no longer had time to refine the folding fan and the bone bow as today, a celestial power would manifest its will on Daoist Mountain.

As expected, before long, the light on Chen Mo’s core disciple token shimmered, summoning him to Daoist Mountain.

If a celestial power is about to give a lecture, the disciple token would signal it.

Looking at the light, Chen Mo knew this had to be the signal.

Zuoqiu Yiren lived together with Chen Mo.

Logically, after joining the Daoist Alliance, Chen Mo’s safety shouldn’t be an issue.

However, Zuoqiu Yiren claimed she was his guardian and needed to protect him closely.

Therefore, when heading to Daoist Mountain, Zuoqiu Yiren accompanied him.

As they left the island, a voice came from not far away.

”Brother Chen, Sister Zuoqiu, when did you return? What a coincidence, you’re headed to Daoist Mountain too?”

Chen Mo and Zuoqiu Yiren turned to see a colorful light shooting towards them, stopping right in front of them, forming into a human figure.

”Brother Luo,” Chen Mo said in surprise, recognizing the newcomer as Luo Yuan, a fellow core disciple. ”I arrived just yesterday, and today I heard a celestial power would give a lecture. I’m going to listen and see what insights I might gain.”

Zuoqiu Yiren merely nodded to Luo Yuan.

”Perfect, I’m also headed to Daoist Mountain. Let’s travel together,” suggested Luo Yuan.

Chen Mo nodded, as they were fellow sect members, and it wasn’t such a big favor to ask; he had no reason to refuse.

As the trio made their way to Daoist Mountain, Luo Yuan chatted enthusiastically, ”Brother Chen, I have to say, your luck is amazing. The Daoist Alliance hasn’t had a celestial power manifest in over a century, and you haven’t been here long and already get to experience it. I’ve been here for over a thousand years and have only witnessed it five times. Isn’t that right, Sister Zuoqiu...”

Although Zuoqiu Yiren was already a Guardian Elder of the Daoist Alliance,

Luo Yuan still felt calling her sister made it more cordial.

He looked at Zuoqiu Yiren, recounting the event from three hundred years ago, when both he and Zuoqiu Yiren attended and gained some insights. Among the disciples then, only the two of them had insights. Luo Yuan thought of Zuoqiu Yiren as an ideal match like celestial lovers.

Chen Mo realized Luo Yuan seemed to go around in circles just to try and charm Yiren.

Bringing up past events clearly aimed to find common ground.

With a smile, Luo Yuan said, ”I remember my Dao Qi back then extended about three hundred feet. Sister Zuoqiu, how far was yours?”

Luo Yuan knew Zuoqiu Yiren’s Dao Qi extended three hundred thirty feet then, but he asked to continue the conversation.

Uninterested in past events, Zuoqiu Yiren calmly replied, ”Forgot.”

”...”

Just when Chen Mo thought the conversation would end,

unexpectedly, Luo Yuan continued, ”I remember now. Sister Zuoqiu, your Dao Qi back then extended three hundred thirty feet, a full thirty feet more than mine. As expected of Sister Zuoqiu.”

”Just good luck,” Zuoqiu Yiren said.

”Sister Zuoqiu is too modest; it’s not just luck to achieve that. Besides, luck is part of one’s strength...” Luo Yuan said, inviting, ”I heard of an ancient ruin found at the East Sea shore. Someone found a Dragon Pearl formed after the Dragon Race fell in the War of Deification there. I got a tip on an unexplored area at the East Sea shore. Sister Zuoqiu, would you like to join me? With your strength, I’m sure we’ll have significant gains.”

”Sorry, Brother Luo, I’m afraid I don’t have the time. I forgot to tell you, I’m now Little Mo’s guardian and must ensure his safety. I can’t leave easily.” Zuoqiu Yiren refused without a thought.

Her swift refusal made Luo Yuan freeze for a moment before saying, ”Brother Chen is in the Daoist Alliance, with all the sect leaders and Guardian Elders here. His safety is assured...”

As he spoke, Luo Yuan watched Zuoqiu Yiren’s expression, seeing she remained unmoved. Biting his lip, Luo Yuan added, ”If Sister Zuoqiu is really worried, we can have Brother Chen come along too. I could help look after Brother Chen then.”

Hearing this, Chen Mo frowned. Luo Yuan’s words, especially the word ’look after,’ made him feel like Luo Yuan was treating him as if he needed help with everything like a child.

”Little Mo, are you going?” With outsiders present, Zuoqiu Yiren called Chen Mo ’Little Mo.’

”Ah...” Chen Mo paused, seeing Luo Yuan and Zuoqiu Yiren looking at him, especially Luo Yuan, whose expression seemed strange despite the smile.

”Well, Sister Yiren... Brother Luo, I probably can’t go. I’m a bit busy, having just returned from outside. Heading to the East Sea now seems a bit much,” Chen Mo said.

Luo Yuan’s brow furrowed.

Zuoqiu Yiren then said, ”Since Little Mo isn’t going, I won’t go either.”

Luo Yuan: ”...”

Luo Yuan wanted to say more, mentioning that the East Sea shore’s ancient ruins are highly valuable and missing it would be unfortunate.

But they had already arrived at Daoist Mountain.

Though Chen Mo had seen Daoist Mountain once before, seeing it a second time, he was still visibly awed.

An imposing giant mountain stood, resembling an open book before you, offering an incredibly overwhelming impact.

At that moment, the enormous square of Daoist Mountain was nearly filled with people. Nevertheless, beams of light continued to fly in from all directions, creating a bustling scene.

Daoist Mountain’s inclusivity was vast, allowing outer sect disciples, inner sect disciples, and core disciples to come and listen to teachings.

Since there was finally a celestial power manifesting its will, no disciple in the Daoist Alliance wanted to miss out.

Even some stewards came to listen to the teachings.

As a core disciple, Chen Mo could stand at the front.

This was the privilege of a core disciple.