Strongest Immortal Reborn In City

Mu An obviously doted on Mu Qingya and had high hopes for her. He took this opportunity to teach her the experiences of his life.    

    

"Ya, you must have a long-term vision! A person who is the head of the Mu Family must have a long-term vision. You must see the future of the Mu Family!"    

    

" Didn't you investigate Meng Ran? He is 18 years old, and he is the 18 year old Martial Arts Master! Do you know what cultivation level your idol used when he was 18 years old? "    

    

Mu Qingya was first stunned, and then she said in disbelief: "Grandfather, you are saying that Big Brother Feng is also a martial cultivator?"    

    

Elder Mu dotingly scratched Mu Qingya's nose and said angrily, "You also said that you are Hwa Mingfeng's fan. You don't even know that Hwa Mingfeng is a martial cultivator!"    

    

Mu Qingya stuck out her tongue in embarrassment and shook Elder Mu's hand as she asked, "Then what cultivation level did brother Mingfeng use when he was 18 years old?"    

    

Elder Mu gave her a deep look and said meaningfully, "internal arts Small Completion."    

    

Mu Qingya was stunned on the spot and could not say a word.    

    

Both of them were 18 years old, but Meng Ran was a Peak Of Internal Martial Art Martial Arts Master, and the publicly acknowledged peerless genius of the Martial Arts World Of Splendid Nation was only a Small Completion internal arts.    

    

Could it be that this seemingly ordinary White-clothed Youth's talent was even greater than Hwa Mingfeng's?    

    

Mu Qingya suppressed the shock in her heart and said with difficulty, "Could it be that Meng Ran will become Martial Arts Grandmaster?"    

    

Elder Mu, however, turned around silently and looked at the bright moon. He said in a deep voice, "Martial Arts Grandmaster? Ya, your gaze is still too shallow. The eighteen year old Martial Arts Master. Within ten years, he will definitely become Martial Arts Grandmaster! The 28-year-old Martial Arts Grandmaster. He definitely has a chance to break through to the legendary Divine Stage!"    

    

Elder Mu stroked his long beard and said emotionally," He really has a bright future ahead of him! "    

    

"Divine Stage, God of Martial Dao!" Mu Qingya whispered softly. In her mind, she could not help but recall the face of the young man who had always been calm and collected.    

    

So he was the man who was about to become a God of Martial Dao.    

    

Early in the morning the next day, when Meng Ran was still cultivating, he was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.    

    

When Meng Ran saw Steward Feng, Meng Ran thought that Steward Feng was the one who woke him up. He was wondering why the knock was so soft.    

    

Steward Feng explained, he was afraid that Meng Ran had not woken up yet and would disturb Meng Ran's rest, so he knocked on the door gently to see if Meng Ran had woken up. When he saw Meng Ran wake up, he quickly asked Meng Ran what breakfast he wanted to eat.    

    

Meng Ran did not know whether to laugh or cry. He felt that this housekeeper was even more careful than a nanny.    

    

After Meng Ran used breakfast, Steward Feng brought Meng Ran to buy a cheap pill furnace, and then went to Wenquan Community with Meng Ran. Meng Ran packed his luggage and rushed back to Delicate East Residence Villa.    

    

What puzzled Meng Ran was that he did not feel the bone-piercing chill from last night.    

    

That's right. Meng Ran also felt the chill from last night. Compared to Mu Qingya, Meng Ran could feel it more clearly. Because Meng Ran was an Ice Spirit Root, his understanding of water vapor far exceeded other cultivators.    

    

The chill from last night had clearly made Meng Ran feel a sense of familiarity. And that was a familiar feeling that only he had in Immortal Cultivation World.    

    

Because of Mu Qingya last night, Meng Ran did not have the time to investigate this matter. He originally wanted to investigate this matter today, but that chill disappeared.    

    

Forget it, I'll come and take a look tonight.    

    

After returning to his room, Meng Ran locked himself in his room.    

    

What Meng Ran planned to refine this time was the Small Fortune Pill. It was a weakened version of the Creation Pill. The age of the medicinal ingredients Mu Qingya found was still not enough.    

    

Of course, she couldn't be blamed for this. With the current situation on Earth, even finding a few hundred years old Immortal Mountain Ginseng would require a lot of effort, let alone the medicinal ingredients that Meng Ran needed!    

    

Fortunately, the medicinal ingredients used to refine the Small Fortune Pill were all normal medicinal ingredients, even though the age of these medicinal ingredients wasn't up to standard. According to Meng Ran's experience in alchemy, he could still refine Pills. However, the effect was probably not even one-tenth of a normal Good Fortune Pill.    

    

Even so, Meng Ran was confident that these two Small Fortune Pill were enough for Mu An to recover his cultivation level!    

    

The Good Fortune Pill was one of the most common Pills in Immortal Cultivation World. It could prolong one's life, strengthen one's physique, and repair injuries. It had an all-purpose effect.    

    

Meng Ran threw the herbs into the pill furnace. With his magic power as the fire, he quickly refined the Pills.    

    

Meng Ran was only at the early Foundation Stage. If he reached the Partial Essence , he would be able to refine the Pills in his palm, and he wouldn't need the help of the pill furnace.    

    

Three hours passed in the blink of an eye.    

    

Steward Feng, who had made a table full of delicious dishes, looked at Meng Ran's tightly shut door and sighed.    

    

As a specially hired chef of a five-star hotel, Steward Feng had a lot of confidence in his culinary skills. Originally, he had meticulously prepared breakfast in the morning, and was filled with anticipation as he waited for the praise of the new owner.    

    

In the end, Meng Ran did not give any comments. Steward Feng thought that breakfast did not suit Meng Ran's taste. He had put in a lot of effort this time, but he could not wait for Meng Ran to go out for a long time.    

    

Steward Feng did not dare to knock on the door. Meng Ran had told him not to disturb him no matter what.    

    

Steward Feng was bored to death. He looked at the food that was almost cold and disappointed.    

    

Actually, it wasn't Steward Feng's fault. In his previous life, Meng Ran, who was Immortal Sovereign Tairan, had eaten a lot of delicious food. No matter how good Steward Feng's culinary skills were, he could not compare to Jade Pool Fairy.    

    

Just as Steward Feng was about to fall asleep, the door finally opened.