When leaving the Invincible Palace, He Wuhen and the Great Elder were in a relaxed and happy mood.

If Elder Nine did not go to Luo Wudi to preside over justice, their hearts would definitely be hanging.

But now it’s different. Both sides have confronted Luo Wudi in front of him. This matter has been revealed and there is no need to mention it again.

When He Wuhen thought of the Ninth Elder vomiting blood in anger, he looked so angry that he had to hold it in, he sneered secretly.

Of course he knew that this matter must not be over yet, and Elder Ninth would never let him go.

But why didn't he think so?

Elder Nine beat him seriously and was almost dead. He also recorded this account and would never spare Elder Nine.

After a while, the two returned to Xuanhe Palace and entered the secret room.

The great elder instructed He Wuhen, "Wuhen, Deputy Sect Master Luo has already spoken, and this matter is over."

"In the future, you will be my registered disciple. Elder Ninth will never dare to deal with you again. Just just heal your wounds with peace of mind. When your injury heals, I will guide you to practice..."

"Thank you, the elder!" He Wuhen nodded and expressed his gratitude.

The elder gave a few more instructions and prepared to leave the secret room.

At this moment, He Wuhen suddenly remembered something and asked in confusion: "Great Elder, can this matter really end so smoothly?"

"You protect me and help me get rid of my guilt. I remember all these kindness. But I don't understand why Vice Sect Master Luo doesn't hold me accountable?"

"With Deputy Sect Master Luo's temper, if you encounter such a thing, you will definitely punish me heavily, right?"

What He Wuhen wondered was that Luo Wudi had no relatives or entanglements at all.

But Luo Wudi only said a few casual words and then sent the Ninth Elder to the death, as if he was favoring him and defending him.

This made He Wuhen wonder and couldn't figure it out.

The elder was stunned for a moment and nodded and said, "Yes, I also find this strange. I think you will be punished no matter what. With Deputy Master Luo's cold personality, the punishment will definitely be very high. But unexpectedly, the matter ends like this..."

"But I just thought about it. Deputy Sect Master Luo is both a super genius and a cultivator. For hundreds of thousands of years, except for cultivation and murder, he has almost no interest in the sect's things and rarely cares about those common things."

"So, he probably doesn't want to care about Elder Ninth. In addition, you are already a registered disciple of this class and a talented genius. Perhaps he has also become a pampering talent, so he doesn't make things difficult for you."

After listening to the explanation of the elder, He Wuhen nodded and expressed his understanding.

"Okay, don't think about it anymore, hurry up and go to seclusion to heal your wounds. After you leave the seclusion, come to the study to find me."

After leaving this sentence, the Great Elder got up and left.

The secret room returned to darkness and silence, leaving only He Wuhen alone.

He sacrificed the Tower of Tongtian, entered the illusion of time, and began to use his power to heal his wounds.

He already has abundant cultivation resources and countless divine pills. The Great Elder gave him a few more healing pills, so his injuries were recovering very quickly.

Before we knew it, five years have passed in Tiantai Palace, and five hundred years have passed in the illusion.

After five hundred years of retreat and recuperation, He Wuhen's injuries finally healed and his combat power returned to its peak.

He finished his exercises to heal his wounds, but he did not rush to get out of seclusion, and took out a jade bottle from the wrapping space.

This jade bottle contains three divine feather pills, which Wang Chenghai lost to him during the sword competition at the dinner party.

He Wuhen opened the jade bottle, took out three divine feather pills, held them in his palm and looked at them.

Each divine feather pill is crystal clear like jade, exuding a mysterious and majestic power and a fragrant aroma of medicine.

"It is said that these three divine feather pills are priceless, and after taking them, they can be worth tens of thousands of years of hard practice."

"Now I am still at the first level of the True God's late stage. I don't know what level can I reach after taking these three divine feather pills?"

With full expectations, He Wuhen took three divine feather pills and began to practice his skills.

The medicinal effect of the Divine Feather Pill is very powerful and violent. After entering the body and melting, the medicinal power is as surging as a flood, raging and turbulent in his body.

He Wuhen was a little dizzy and couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Damn, I'm a little anxious. I actually took three pills at a time, and I should take them one by one."

Fortunately, he has the body of a God of War and is strong enough to withstand the impact of violent drug power.

After he practiced for thirty years, his violent medicinal power became much milder and his strength began to increase rapidly.

Three hundred years later, the medicinal power of the three divine feather pills was completely absorbed by him.

He Wuhen continued to practice and practiced in seclusion for six hundred years before he fully utilized the effect of the Divine Feather Pill and his strength level was also stable.

At this time, his strength also reached the third level of the late stage of the True God.

He Wuhen finished his retreat and practiced, opened his eyes, and couldn't help but show a strong look of surprise on his face, and murmured to himself: "The effect of these three divine feather pills is indeed extraordinary!"

"I have only been practicing for six hundred years, and my strength has won two levels in a row, reaching the third level of the late stage of the True God!"

This result was unexpected by He Wuhen, which surprised him.

He knew very well that his strength had reached the late stage of the True God, and it was extremely difficult to upgrade to each level.

If it were a genius like Wang Chenghai or Wu Han, he would have to work hard to practice for 20,000 years if he wanted to upgrade to another level, but he had only been promoted to two levels in just six hundred years.

When He Wuhen used his skills a little, he felt that there was a vast and powerful divine power rolling in his body, making waves of thunder.

His body seemed to contain endless power, and he could destroy a world in every move.

There is no doubt that He Wuhen’s combat power has increased several times more than before!

He thought to himself with excitement: "The effect of the Divine Feather Pill is very powerful. If I could get a few more to take, wouldn't I be able to achieve the perfection of the True God soon?"

After a long time, He Wuhen's emotions calmed down.

He continued to practice his skills and check the situation in his body.

He never forgot that there was a mysterious mark planted by Tianpeng in his body.

Although he didn't know what the mysterious mark had, it was.

But he was just worried that Tianpeng would come to him based on the mark, and he would be in trouble then.

With his current strength and state, even masters in the perfect realm of the True God cannot beat, let alone the God Lord and the God Emperor level powerhouse.

In short, if the mark planted by Tianpeng is not removed for a day, he will feel uneasy.

Unfortunately, He Wuhen's exercise of skills has been investigated for a long time, but he cannot see through the effects and threats of the mark, and he cannot find a way to eliminate it.

The only thing that is thankful is that his strength is many times stronger than before, and now he can clearly see the appearance of the mark.

It was a golden-winged roc pattern condensed by mysterious power, which not only looked sacred and majestic, but also had a bit of strange aura.

He Wuhen finished his cultivation and said to himself with a gloomy expression: "My strength is still too weak. I must try my best to improve my strength and reach the perfect realm of the True God as soon as possible, so that I can remove the mark left by Tianpeng!"

After making up his mind, he decided to stay in Tiantai Palace with peace of mind and try every means to quickly improve his strength.

A few minutes later, He Wuhen left the confinement and left the secret room to go to the study room of Xuanhe Palace.

He has been in seclusion in the Tower of Tongtian for 1,100 years, and only ten years have passed since the Linlang World.

For most people, ten years is very short, and even one retreat practice is not enough.

Therefore, when He Wuhen appeared at the door of the study, a strong look of shock flashed in the eyes of the elder.

"Wuhen, your injuries have recovered?"

He Wuhen nodded with a smile.

"It's only been ten years, how did you do it?" The elder couldn't help but ask.

He Wuhen smiled and said vaguely: "I have a magical equipment that accelerates time, so it only took ten years."

For powerful people like the Great Elder, time-accelerating artifacts are very common and not rare.

However, he thought of a question: even if He Wuhen had time to accelerate, ten years would be too short.

However, the Great Elder pressed this idea in his heart and did not continue to ask.

He knew very well that if He Wuhen wanted to identify and belong to him, he had to keep a proper distance and leave some space for each other for secrets. It was not advisable to ask too much details.

So the elder changed the subject and said with a smile: "Okay, since your injury has recovered, you can start practicing."

"Wuhen, although you are just my registered disciple, I will still guide you to practice."

"Let's do this, first talk about the attributes of the martial arts you practice, the characteristics of your magic power, and the confusions and questions you have during your practice. I can help you answer them."

He Wuhen thought about it seriously and said with a smile: "Great Elder, I have not practiced some fixed martial arts, and I have no confusion or doubts..."

What the words mean is that his practice was very smooth, he encountered no obstacles, and he could understand thoroughly no matter what kind of exercises he had.

The elder raised his eyebrows, a little surprised, but also a little disappointed.

He was surprised that He Wuhen had such high talent and qualifications, and his cultivation was very smooth.

What made him feel disappointed was that he was not sure whether He Wuhen was really practicing smoothly or was unwilling to tell him the secret.

So, after thinking about it, the elder took out two jade slips and handed them to He Wuhen.

"Wuhen, there are two top-quality magical techniques here. You can take them back and comprehend them. It should be enough for you to practice for many years."

"In addition, I will ask the outer deacon to take you to register later, and you will be able to receive your disciple salary every year from now on."

The elder felt that He Wuhen didn't need his guidance to practice, and all he could do was to give cultivation resources and magical techniques.
To be continued...