The Cultivator's Reborn to 1970s
Chapter 62

Chapter 62: 62

Time has passed too long; he had almost forgotten about the pit he dug for himself before he became a God. After calculating repeatedly over millions of years, he finally figured out that a foolish disciple he hadn’t intended to take on was about to die. These days, finding a disciple was difficult, people from the Divine Realm would flee at the mention of his name, which he had felt regretful about for a while.

It was rare to find such a foolish one, so it’s better to protect him to avoid both the master and disciple never meeting before the disciple dies. With a flick of his fingertip, a Divine Breath descends towards the Lower Realm.

It is truly an Ancient Technique, incomparably higher in grade than that garbage peach tree. The Spiritual Energy surged uncontrollably into the pattern above his head, with less than twenty percent remaining in the Dantian. The Spiritual Energy for cultivation couldn’t catch up to the energy being absorbed, if this continues, Lan Tian would be sucked dry by the totem above.

Damn it all!

In order to survive, Lan Tian gritted his teeth and decided if she was going to die, she would take that stinky peach tree down to hell with her. If it weren’t for that peach tree tricking her, why would she have learned the Ghost Contract Spell. Lan Tian decided, she would rather die than have a Spiritual Pet again, they’re all deceiving.

In just a few breaths, only ten percent of Spiritual Energy was left in the Dantian, and the energy flowed into the totem at an eerie speed. Old sayings are true, suffering is right before your eyes. Her cheap master had specifically instructed, only use it when absolutely necessary.

Lan Tian believed her situation just now was indeed a last resort. With such results, Lan Tian had no regrets. The Spiritual Energy in the Dantian was almost exhausted, and the pain from her veins tearing was vaguely felt, as if her Dantian was about to burst from the violent Spiritual Energy.

The totem above her head shone brighter, and the radiant light was so dazzling that she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Finally, the Spiritual Energy in the Dantian was drained, a great pain struck, and Lan Tian, feeling a taste of blood in her throat, spat out blood, her vision darkened and she lost consciousness.

This time, she really thought it was the end!

When Lan Tian woke up, she saw the sky full of stars, scattered across the night sky, a river of stars crossing through the heavens, magnificent and enchanting like an immortal mirror. Lan Tian stared blankly at the sky, wondering whether she was dead or alive.

At this time, the valley no longer had the pleasant scenery of the daytime. Everywhere were destroyed flowers and willows, as if a storm had swept through the valley.

The mountain breeze was gentle, bringing a hint of coolness, messing up Lan Tian’s black hair, insects chirping and unknown strange birds were cawing eerily.

A drop of cool liquid fell on Lan Tian’s face, cold and refreshing, waking her up instantly. She paused, touched the cool liquid on her face, rubbed it with her fingers, and felt it was water. She turned her head to see a tea tree beside her, with several dewdrops condensing on the tea leaves, slowly flowing towards the tip, which had just dripped onto her face.

Lan Tian closed her eyes and muttered, "I’m not dead, I’m still alive, that’s great. A disaster survived is a fortune gained!"

Lan Tian sighed with emotion, suddenly recalling her miserable situation caused by the peach tree, and turned to look towards it.

Not far away, the peach tree had suffered the most severe damage in history, petals withered, most of the peach branches were broken, as if just ravaged by a storm, losing the fairy-like scene during the day. Lan Tian was both happy and relieved.

She also wondered if her Dantian was alright. Thinking about how she was almost turned into a mummy by the totem during the day, Lan Tian felt lingering fear and hurriedly checked her Dantian, and to her shock,

Her Cultivation shot up like a rocket, reaching the Qi Cultivation Seventh Level, and her realm was very stable.

Such a bizarre occurrence made people feel extremely uneasy. Lan Tian checked himself over and over again, especially in the most crucial areas like the Dantian, meridians, Sea of Consciousness, and heart, but found nothing abnormal in his body.

How strange.

"Master," a faint voice suddenly sounded in the Sea of Consciousness, weak as if it was about to fade. Lan Tian was startled, and it took him a while to recognize that it was the voice of the peach tree.

Master? What the hell?

Lan Tian narrowed his eyes, could it be...

"Master, the contract has been formed, from now on I am your Spiritual Pet, please grant me a name." The peach tree felt it was terribly wronged, why had the Magic Formulas from the inheritance changed? It was supposed to be the master, but why had it become a Spiritual Pet in the end? It all started so smoothly, and then there was that sudden overwhelming pressure, which was much more powerful than its former master.

Could it be that pressure that changed the contract?

The peach tree wished it could skin him alive, eat his bones, drink his blood, what did this have to do with him, meddling in its affairs, having nothing better to do... The peach tree was energetically cursing when it suddenly remembered that its master had mentioned, her Master had become a God, and it couldn’t curse any further.

Unless it had a death wish!

Now that he had become a master, Lan Tian finally let out the pent-up frustration, looking at the peach tree as if it was barely recognizable, he said grumpily, "Just call it Little Tao."

What else to call the peach tree but Little Tao, Lan Tian wasn’t in the mood to think of a fancier name for it. If it had been right after his breakthrough, to show his gratitude, Lan Tian would definitely have given it a more sonorous and powerful name.

He had just narrowly escaped death along with his grandma; who knew if he would have another chance to do things over if he died this time? If not, he would be stifled to death.

"Thank you, Master, for the name. Master, Little Tao has suffered from foundational damages this time and will have to sleep for a while. As for the Spirit Grass in the valley, Master can take whatever you like," said the peach tree, transforming into a streak of light towards Lan Tian.

Immersed in the joy of "take whatever you like" regarding the Spiritual Medicine, when he saw a streak of light coming towards him, he subconsciously raised his hand to block, and the light entered his arm. Lan Tian was startled and rolled up his sleeve to check; a peach branch wrapped around his wrist formed a circle like a tattoo, the petals were bright and the branches green, lively as ever.

Lan Tian breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn’t anything strange. Where the peach tree used to grow, a huge hole had appeared. Now that he was the master, Lan Tian didn’t hold back and wandered around the valley leisurely.

There were quite a lot of herbs in the valley, including some precious ones like ginseng, Polygonum multiflorum, Rhizoma Polygonati, and Gastrodia elata, etc. Thanks to the peach tree, this place had become a geomantic treasure. The herbs from the mortal world, growing here, many had mutated. Lan Tian could tell them apart by their fragrance.

His greatest find in the valley was the Gathering Spirit Grass, a small patch, nearly a hundred plants. Among them, seven or eight were as big as sugarcane, half a person tall, the color deep green turning to ink, at least over five thousand years old, Lan Tian wished he could dig them up and plant them immediately.

Thankfully, she still retained a bit of sense and didn’t do something she would regret for the rest of her life.