Maybe it was his imagination, but Wang ng felt as though the Life Grass was begging for rcy. ’Oh well, this thing is a Grass King. It might co in handy soday.’
Wang ng casually tossed it into his Qiankun Bag.
Zhao Lingxuan dropped the nut she was eating. ’...That works too?’
She rubbed her eyes. "Little Spirit, is this for real?"
The Nine Heavens Fire Simurgh’s eyes widened as well. This was as shocking as a Sparrow Demon suddenly transforming into a Fire Simurgh.
...Luck...
"Isn’t his luck a bit too heaven-defying?" Zhao Lingxuan murmured. Even so, it shouldn’t have been possible to do it that quickly.
"Wow, Brother ng, the ground has gotten soft too! I think we can get this done in ten days!" Zhang Xiaopang swung his hoe, plunging it straight into the earth.
"What ten days? We’ll get it done in three, and then you can go do your mission."
"Long live Brother ng! I knew there was no mistake in following you!"
Zhang Xiaopang’s Flattery Skill was on full display.
The two of them got to work imdiately. One pulled weeds while the other tilled the soil, and they launched into a fervent battle against the Spirit Field.
The excitent was over. Zhao Lingxuan stomped her foot and pouted. "This isn’t fun anymore. Little Spirit, let’s go ho!"
The Fire Simurgh followed behind her master. As a Spirit Beast, she couldn’t figure it out either. ’Does this person have so kind of hidden talent? How did he pick out from among so many Sparrow Demons back then?’
「Three days later.」
Wang ng was true to his word. Zhang Xiaopang took care of the weeding while Wang ng handled the tilling. Without the Life Grass, the other weeds put up a bit of a fight, but their resistance was negligible. After all, Zhang Xiaopang was at the Fourth Layer of Life Mark and could be quite fierce when he got worked up. With the weeds no longer holding them back, the Spiritual Soil wasn’t so stubborn anymore.
anwhile, Qiuqiu was in charge of transport and even helped level the ground, proving to be a huge help. This reminded Wang ng of the irresponsible Eight Discount, but Wang ng had a gut feeling that he would run into Eight Discount again sooner or later.
Early on the morning of the fourth day, Zhang Xiaopang was already prepared. With a great effort, he pulled a Great Sword out of his Qiankun Bag. "Brother ng, this sword is pretty good. It’s for you."
Wang ng accepted the Great Sword but didn’t say anything. He figured it was sothing Zhang Xiaopang had traded for with those Third Generation Disciples. Even if it wasn’t a good deal, there was nothing to be done about it; their situation left them with little choice.
A weapon was a must for going outside. Within the Holy Hall’s territory, there was generally no danger. Whether they were demons, beasts, or Demon Cultivators, none would dare to provoke the Holy Hall. But once you left the Holy Hall’s domain, all bets were off.
Wang ng swung the Great Sword. "It’s not bad, just a little light."
Zhang Xiaopang’s jaw dropped. "For real? This sword is super heavy."
"Is it? I don’t feel it. Maybe I got stronger from all the farm work these past two days." Wang ng clenched his fists. He honestly didn’t feel anything.
"Brother ng, I bought two Life-Saving Talismans, a Guiding Talisman, oh, and Divine Movent Talismans. Also, bait for the Tiger Eagle, our food, and two Life-Extending Pills. I bet everything my old man gave on this one venture. I’ve burned my bridges—it’s do or die."
Zhang Xiaopang said pitifully. His standards were low; he just wanted to pass the test.
"Look at you, having so little ambition. We’ll definitely succeed. How are things with Hu Jing? Have you seen her?"
"No. The place where Miss Hu is staying is for Elders and Advanced Disciples. We’re considered miscellaneous personnel, so we can’t get in."
The fatty was a little envious. Hu Jing’s talent and family background ant her destiny was fundantally different from theirs. It had been that way from the very beginning; it was just that Hu Jing’s personality and their friendship had sohow made them forget that.
"Let’s head out!"
Wang ng glanced at his Spirit Field and, surprisingly, felt a bit of an attachnt to it. The fatty activated a Guiding Talisman, which transford into a ball of fiery light and floated in front of them.
Each of them used a Divine Movent Talisman. These were Low-Level Talismans made especially for cultivation newbies like them, but they were certainly practical.
The two imdiately experienced the feeling of a frantic sprint. The fatty had just started to speak when he got a mouthful of wind, which scared him into quickly shutting his mouth.
The distance from Thunderlight Peak to Thunder Peak was several hundred miles. For a Cultivator at the Elder level, this was nothing, but for newbies like them, it would take several days even with the help of Divine Movent Talismans.
The scenery of the Small Thousand World held a great attraction for the two young n, and they soon cast all thoughts of danger to the back of their minds.
"Zhang Xiaopang, are we on the right path? My legs are about to break. Where is this Thunder Peak? Their nas both start with ’Thunder,’ for crying out loud. We’ve been running for three days already."
Zhang Xiaopang wiped the sweat from his forehead. This kind of long-distance trek was really not for him. "This is the way the Travel Permit is pointing. It’s not wrong."
"Could that senior brother have given us the wrong Travel Permit?"
Wang ng looked at the dense forest surrounding them, thoroughly frustrated. To save ti, they had traveled day and night. Logically, they should have arrived by now.
"No way. He said this is a common mission for Bow Cultivators, but..." Zhang Xiaopang also looked around. Why did he have such an eerie feeling about this place?
"Does this look like Thunder Peak to you? The Travel Permit is still pointing us forward. Sothing’s not right. Let’s stop!"
Even if they hadn’t reached Thunder Peak by now, they should at least be able to see it. Instead, it felt like they had entered so unknown, dense forest. The strange atmosphere made him a little uneasy.
As if in response to their suspicions, a low roar like rolling thunder echoed from deep within the forest, and the ground began to tremble.
The two stared at each other. The sky was gradually darkening. Before, there had at least been a path, but now there wasn’t even that. If they kept following this Travel Permit, who the hell knew where they would end up?
"Zhang Xiaopang, how did you trade for all this stuff?"
Wang ng asked. By now, the fatty also sensed sothing was wrong. "With the money and so nice things my old man gave . But they said it wasn’t enough and insisted on having my Spirit Stone..."
"You gave it to them?"
"Of course not, I’m not that stupid. The guy who sold the stuff is nad Zhou Qian. He’s a Third Generation Disciple who specializes in peddling small props. But I really needed these things, so I asked Senior Zhao Guang to act as a witness. If we complete the mission, we’ll give him the Spirit Stone. If we fail, the deal is off."
"And the Spirit Stone?"
"...It’s with Zhao Guang. Fuck, don’t tell they tead up to screw us over? Damn it! We’re from the sa sect, do they really have to be so vicious???"
The fatty’s face was a mask of misery as he looked at Wang ng with tear-filled eyes.
"They’re not screwing us over, they’re screwing you over. But that’s good. Very good. This is a valuable lesson!"
"Brother ng, from the looks of it, they want to make sure we never co back. How is that good?"
Zhang Xiaopang stared at the gloomy surroundings and felt an even deeper chill.
Wang ng licked his lips. "Fatty, rember this. These are the rules of the Cultivation World—it’s even more shaless than the outside world. A fall into a pit, a gain in your wit. Besides, we’re not done for yet!"
Cultivation itself is a struggle to seize Celestial Power to extend one’s life and increase one’s strength. Resources are limited, so competition is bound to be fierce. Saint Cultivators may not be as ruthless as Demon Cultivators, but this is no child’s play.
Getting scamd only proves your own foolishness. Newcors always have to pay a price.
For the two of them, however, this price was a bit too steep.
"Brother ng, what do we do? Should we turn back now?" Zhang Xiaopang couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was watching him.
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