Zhang Xiaopang, on the other hand, would co at noon. He couldn’t help it; young people love their sleep. He went to bed early but woke up late, so he could only co over around midday. At first, he just wanted to analyze the Go gas, as the Little Fatty still didn’t believe Wang ng could beat him. But as he watched, he found himself completely absorbed.
Sohow, every ti he finished watching a ga, he would have a flash of insight during his cultivation sessions. Before he knew it, he had made great progress.
As for Wang ng, probably very few people even rembered him anymore.
Under Wang ng’s ticulous care, the Spirit Field was thriving. Wang ng had even created a simple Moistening Technique to nourish life. If one purely wanted to increase their power, there were many thods available to an Evil Cultivator, but Wang ng knew all too well what the end result of that path was. He now had to comprehend the esoteric principles of a Saint Cultivator, starting from the very basics.
Cultivation required persistence, but also passion and imrsion. In this regard, Wang ng was the fiercest of all.
Wang ng had also used up that Spirit Stone. He had completed the first layer of the Blast-Inducing Technique, and breaking through that layer brought him an unexpected surprise. The more difficult it was to break through a level, the stronger one’s Life Mark beca. No wonder Wang ng’s diligent cultivation had yielded such poor results; his Life Mark was simply too profound. To put it simply, if soone like him were born into a Cultivation Family with ample resources, his future would be limitless. But if he was all alone, he could very well perish prematurely.
Spirit Valley’s harvest ca once every six months, but Wang ng had no intention of waiting that long. He calculated that with a Spiritual Spring and so magic, the first crop could be ready in another half a month.
Ma Le was dozing off from boredom. Ever since Zhao Guang had left, the Thunderlight Pavilion had beco rather idle. Forget about Main Hall missions; nowadays, hardly anyone even accepted missions from Thunderlight Hall itself. Only a few of the older senior brothers and sisters would occasionally stop by, but they often just sighed and shook their heads. The simple tasks weren’t worth doing, and for the more difficult ones, they couldn’t find suitable teammates. Venturing out alone was too risky.
In the more powerful Sub-Halls, on the other hand, everyone scrambled for missions. If you were late, soone else would quickly snap it up. This was especially true for Sect Hall missions, which offered considerable rewards. The greater the difficulty, the more lavish the prize.
"Little Junior Sister, we et again." Wang ng winked at Xiaotian, who was slacking off in a corner. The young lady imdiately blushed, shot to her feet, smoothed her hair, and bowed repeatedly.
"My apologies, my apologies! Oh, it’s you, Senior Brother Wang!" Xiaotian’s big eyes lit up as she smiled, revealing a pair of cute little tiger fangs. She was absolutely adorable.
"Haha, so Junior Sister rembers . I should also thank you for the Wind Cloud Technique you gave last ti. It’s very useful."
Wang ng said.
Ma Tian’Er’s face instantly turned red, and she quickly waved her hands. "Senior Brother, please don’t make fun of . I made another one later, and the result..."
"Is that so? It was probably just a one-ti mistake. That’s unavoidable. What Talisman Cultivator can claim they’ve never ssed up in their entire life? At least the one you gave is pretty good."
As he spoke, he handed the Wind Cloud Technique to Ma Tian’Er. "If you don’t believe , see for yourself."
Ma Tian’Er took the Talisman and froze. "Ah, did I make this???"
"Haha, it’s not like I made it."
"Wow, I’m amazing!" Ma Tian’Er jumped for joy, drawing glances from several girls nearby.
Ma Tian’Er quickly quieted down, her face blushing. "My senior sister has been chewing out these past few days. Thank you, I have confidence again."
Wang ng smiled slightly. "Do you sell Spiritual Spring here? I’ll have to buy it on credit, though. I’ll pay you back when my Spirit Field is harvested."
"Yes, yes, we do! It’s just fifteen contribution points. I’ll put it on your tab."
Before Wang ng could even confirm he wanted to buy it, she skipped off to get it.
Wang ng took the Spiritual Spring and couldn’t help but smile. "Aren’t you afraid I’ll skip out on the bill?"
Ma Tian’Er shook her head. "No way. Senior Brother is a good person!"
’A good person? What a foreign feeling.’
"Thank you, then."
As soon as Wang ng left, the other girls imdiately sward around her.
"Xiaotian, are you crazy? How can you let soone buy on credit here? He looks like he doesn’t have any skills. Don’t tell you’re planning to pay for it yourself!"
"Xiaotian, fess up. You haven’t fallen for that simple-looking guy, have you?" a short-haired girl said, instantly igniting everyone’s burning passion for gossip.
"It must be! Why else would our Xiaotian be paying for him!"
"That’s odd. You ignore Senior when he looks for you, but you’re all over this kid. Don’t tell you have a taste for the exotic?"
Surrounded in the middle, Xiaotian’s face was completely red. She had transferred to Thunderlight Hall last year. A Technique Cultivator from the Talisman Sect specializing in Talismans, her gentle personality had allowed her to be quickly accepted by everyone. Her cultivation at the Tenth Layer of Life Mark was also quite good among the disciples, a clear sign that she had a solid foundation.
Disciples of the Holy Hall who weren’t wealthy enough had to earn contribution points to exchange for the magic they wished to learn. On one hand, this strengthened the Holy Hall’s overall power; on the other, it prevented anyone from reaping rewards without sowing, encouraging the disciples to work harder in their cultivation.
Male disciples generally had to do manual labor, like tending Spirit Fields as Wang ng did. The female disciples were a bit luckier and could take on part-ti jobs at places like the Thunderlight Pavilion or the Sword Pavilion. Ma Tian’Er’s placent at the Thunderlight Pavilion had been approved by Zhao Guang back in the day. It had caused quite a stir for a while, as everyone thought the Senior was interested in her, but in the end, it was all thunder and no rain.
"Senior Sisters, please stop making fun of , I just..." Ma Tian’Er was imdiately overwheld by the onslaught from this group of hormonal female disciples.
"Excuses are just cover-ups, and cover-ups are confessions! Tian’Er, just admit it. For you to fall for him, that kid must have accumulated good karma for eight lifetis!"
An older senior sister spoke up, probably sensing that if they continued, the little girl would want to find a hole to crawl into.
Generally speaking, for a couple to be considered well-matched, the male cultivator’s cultivation had to be higher than the female cultivator’s. The gap between these two was just too wide—one was at the Tenth Layer of Life Mark, the other not even at the Fifth Layer. Only soone with Tian’Er’s silly personality would be like this.
"Co on, tell your Senior Sister, how did you et this guy?"
"Yeah, yeah!" The other female cultivators’ eyes widened. Surely that kid didn’t trick her with so sweet nothings.
That girl, Xiaotian, was very naive and thought everyone was a good person. If a man deliberately tried to trick her, she would fall for it easily. The won’s innate desire to protect the weak was aroused.
Ma Tian’Er fidgeted with her hands, her head bowed and her face a total ss of red. She actually mustered up her courage. "Actually... we’ve only t twice."
The senior sisters instantly felt the urge to spit blood. The one in the lead, dressed in purple, touched Ma Tian’Er’s forehead. "Xiaotian, you don’t have a fever, do you? You’ve fallen for him after only eting twice? Did any of you get a good look at him just now? Is that guy handso?"
"He’s okay, I guess. I wasn’t really paying attention."
"He’ll do, I suppose. I don’t think he’s good enough for our Xiaotian."
"Please, Senior Sisters, spare ." Ma Tian’Er was already quite shy, and being teased by them like this made her wish she could find a hole to crawl into.
"Alright, then tell us what exactly you see in him, and we’ll let you off the hook!"
Ma Tian’Er looked dazed for a mont. "Actually, I don’t know either. I just... really like his eyes."
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