"Enforcer of the dark night! Cool!"
Wen Ping sighed in admiration. After that, the evil spirit knight rushed over and dipped into a 90-degree bow before him. A mont later, the knight along with Haha vanished into the darkness.
The footprints left behind by Haha were still burning with golden flas. They kept flickering and only vanished after Haha had moved a far distance away.
The system’s voice then rang out.
"Currently, the Immortal Sect possesses a land area of 30,000 square ters, including the Cloudmist Mountain, Churao Mountain, Feijia Mountain, and dicine Mountain. The evil spirit knight will patrol these few mountains every fifteen minutes during the night. Once it discovers any intruders, it will imdiately inform the host and proceed to stop them."
Wen Ping nodded. If it wasn’t for this sentence from the system, he had almost forgotten how large the Immortal Sect actually was.
Ever since his parents had gone missing, he only had the mood and inclination to manage the Cloudmist Mountain. And after a long ti had passed, he had subconsciously forgotten the other areas.
Churao Mountain was at the east of Cloudmist Mountain, and it was once the refinent area of the Immortal Sect.
There was also the Feijia Mountain, the location where weaponsmiths of the Immortal Sect had stayed. Because there was an iron mine in the mountain, there used to be many blacksmith stores around it, and they would take the iron from the mine and make weapons and armors. At that ti, not only would the mbers of the Immortal Sect use them, but the excess weapons and armors would also be sold in other places.
Back then, 70% of the city lord manor’s soldiers were using the spears and iron puppets made by the Immortal Sect.
Lastly, the dicine Mountain. It was located west of Cloudmist Mountain. Its height was ordinary, and there were dicine fields everywhere on the mountain.
At its most glorious peak, the herbs on the dicine Mountain were enough to supply the entire Cangwu City.
Right now, the beasts in Churao Mountain that were used for refinent had all died, and the equipnt had been shifted away. As for the Feijia Mountain, the mine had been emptied and the blacksmiths had gone elsewhere. It was the sa for dicine Mountain, a large batch of dicine apprentices had been poached away by the Reliance Sect, so the current dicine Mountain was completely desolated. Most probably, the weeds there had grown to a height even taller than Wen Ping.
Although he had no way to make use of them for now, it was still pretty good that the evil spirit knight was guarding them.
Wen Ping nodded and replied, "Mn."
After that, Wen Ping asked, "Oh right, system. What did my Rain Listening Pavilion beco like after the remodeling?"
"As the place the sect leader resides in, it naturally has to be better than other places. After the remodeling, the original materials used to construct the Rain Listening Pavilion have undergone many fundantal changes. This place is now impervious to fire, water, and all sorts of poison. It also has the abilities of all the other buildings."
"It also ans that I can cultivate the Jiao-Dragon Rage in the Rain Listening Pavilion, and it also possesses the effect of the gravity field?"
"Correct. The leader of a sect is a supre existence, and they naturally cannot cultivate together with other disciples. At the sa ti, the area with a hundred-ter radius around the Rain Listening Pavilion is a heavily-emphasized place for the evil spirit knight to patrol. No matter who it is, as long as they dare to intrude this place, they will all be killed!"
"I like it!"
Naturally, Wen Ping didn’t feel that it was inappropriate for him to cultivate together with the disciples. As the leader of a sect, he actually had no need to raise himself to such a lofty position. It was pretty good to be amiable too. However, there were many inconveniences involved, and this was why he felt that the system’s way of handling things was pretty good.
Convenience was a factor, and the other was privacy. Things were like before where he had sought a private space just for him alone. He had even spent ten days not eating to get his father to build the Rain Listening Pavilion for him.
Even though his parents were no longer by his side now, he didn’t regret the choices he had made. Staying together might an having more ti to spend with each other, but it was like trapping himself in a cage as he had no freedom to speak off.
...
After Wen Ping left the kitchen, the fatigue and sleepiness faded away. He walked like the wind and returned to the Rain Listening Pavilion after a short while.
The look of the pavilion was roughly the sa as before. The only changes were the walls and floor. They were now dark brown and looked as though a layer of paint was coated on them.
Wen Ping tried and stomped down harshly, but the thin floor panels showed no signs of being damaged.
Logically speaking, a cultivator at the third level of Body Refinent would find it as easy as crushing tofu to crush a wooden floor panel. However, right now Wen Ping felt like he was stomping on tal.
Because of this, he dared to be sure that the Rain Listening Pavilion was currently the sturdiest and safest place in the Immortal Sect.
He then sat cross-legged at the balcony and activated the gravity field.
The room Wen Ping was in imdiately beca a gravity field. The sense of pressure almost caused Wen Ping’s legs to be bent.
"The adaptation ability of the third level of Body Refinent is actually so weak. I don’t even have the strength to stand." Wen Ping sighed. He then decisively sat cross-legged.
He recalled the Long Path Art in his mind and started to cultivate the first part under the 9x enhancent of the gravity field. At the sa ti, he also digested the energy from the red rock fragnts to mitigate the effects of abolishing his original cultivation art.
As a result, wisps of green smoke flew out of the trees and plants in the surroundings, drilling into Wen Ping’s body, embedding themselves in his veins and arteries. They then lded together with the red-colored energy and slowly began to be absorbed by his body as he gradually recovered.
Two hours later, Wen Ping’s cultivation base started to change.
The fourth level of Body Refinent!
The fifth level of Body Refinent!
It eventually stabilized at the sixth level of Body Refinent!
Naturally, this wasn’t sothing that could be accomplished in two hours. Actually, Wen Ping had cultivated for 18 hours.
"I’m still a little off!"
Wen Ping stood up with so disappointnt as he swept his gaze at the surroundings. All the wood qi in a radius of 100 ters had been absorbed by him.
He didn’t hesitate and imdiately stopped the gravity field effect. After that, he entered the forest and found a place with a sufficient distance to the Rain Listening Pavilion to continue absorbing the wood qi and digesting the last bits of energy granted to him by the red-colored rock.
When the last bits of energy dispersed, Wen Ping’s cultivation stabilized at the eighth level of the Body Refinent Realm.
At this mont. Wen Ping was joyful and revealed the sa innocent smile like when he had first obtained the average-grade yellow-tier cultivation art. He then said, "That red-colored rock is truly a good item. It actually perfectly eliminates the side effects of abolishing my cultivation art."
If he cultivated normally, he most probably would need half a year to a year to retrain back to the eighth level of Body Refinent.
But now, he had settled it in the span of a night.
When he had been at the third level, he actually didn’t know what to feel in his heart although he knew that the space of his growth in the future would beco exceedingly large.
Being able to regain his strength felt pretty good, but when he thought of how the Long Path Art’s explanatory note saying that the Body Refinent Realm was rely casting his foundation, his fighting spirit was ignited. It was like when you were bodybuilding, a pretty girl suddenly ca and told you that if you could catch her, she would sleep with you, igniting your spirit.
The thirteenth level of the Body Refinent Realm granted the cultivator 10,000 jin of strength. They could lift cauldrons and topple a stone wall with a punch. But even so, they were still too inconsequential before Mystic Realm experts who had opened their arterial gates.
Upon thinking of that, Wen Ping felt that the power Long Path Art brought to him hadn’t hit the limit. He could still absorb wood qi to refine his body, and there were still a lot of trees on the mountains behind him.
If he didn’t make use of them now, Wen Ping absolutely wouldn’t be able to forgive himself!
Hence, Wen Ping started to absorb wood qi from each mountain and stayed for an hour each in them. When he finished absorbing all the wood qi in one place, he would shift to another location.
He continued the cycle!
It lasted until the sounds of rooster crowing drifted over from the peak of Cloudmist Mountain faraway. Only then did Wen Ping finally stop heading to other mountains.
After returning to the Rain Listening Pavilion, he activated the gravity field. He then released all the wood qi he had absorbed during the night and used them to improve his strength. At the sa ti, he also used them to cultivate the first part of the Long Path Art regarding body refinent.
Nevertheless, all matters had two sides to them. Since he could have so many gains in such a short ti, he had to pay the appropriate price.
When the wood qi was used to refine his body, the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing his heart engulfed him.
It was so painful that both of Wen Ping’s eyes rolled back.
"Endure!"
After shouting in anger, Wen Ping sank into the situation where he fought against the pain and agony.
There was no need for any superfluous words!
Two hours later, the cultivation in the gravity field ended.
Wen Ping stopped.
He lay down on the balcony in satisfaction and stared at the sky, rejoicing and laughing out loud despite the pain.
He managed to reach the tenth level of the Body Refinent Realm!
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