Chapter 11

Wang Meng used all his strength, but the weeds seemed to be fused with the ground, not moving an inch. Wang Meng gritted his teeth, activated his Life Mark, and used his Primordial Force. Only then did the weeds slowly leave the ground, as if they were two lovers reluctant to part.

Just before Wang Meng suffocated, he finally managed to pull out the first weed.

The wind blew, and the weeds swayed, rustling as if mocking someone's overconfidence.

Wang Meng stood there like a statue. This land, these weeds, in a month?

It's killing me!

Cultivation, as Hu Jing had guessed, although he didn't know what a Tiger Eagle was, he might have to ask Zhang Xiaopang for help, which would be too embarrassing. He grabbed his hair hard, as if his hair were these weeds.

Not far away, Zhao Lingxuan was laughing so hard she was rolling on the ground. With the Invisibility Talisman and the Silence Talisman, she could stand right in front of Wang Meng, and this novice wouldn't notice.

Zhao Lingxuan was almost out of breath from laughing. There really were such amusing fools. The mirror, just thinking about it, made Zhao Lingxuan laugh until she was almost choking.

Even the Nine Heavens Fire Phoenix couldn't stand it anymore. How could it have been chosen by such a fool? Did its eyes see something special in him?!

The Nine Heavens Fire Phoenix sighed helplessly and reminded its master that morning cultivation was about to start.

"Xiao Ling, you did great. You found a treasure. By the way, how long do you think he can last? I bet one day!" Zhao Lingxuan laughed, because Wang Meng would have a bigger 'surprise' tomorrow.

The Nine Heavens Fire Phoenix shook its head. Zhao Lingxuan licked her pink lips, "Two days, why?"

"He's stupid." The Nine Heavens Fire Phoenix tilted its head to convey.

Zhao Lingxuan was stunned, then burst into laughter again. She laughed more in this moment than she had in a year. Excitedly, she threw a short sword and, along with the Fire Phoenix, soared into the air like a fairy.

At this moment, Wang Nong, the farmer, ate some dry food to replenish his strength. With a Life Mark, his need for food and drink wasn't as strong as an ordinary person's.

Continuing to work hard, he spent the whole morning, panting and exhausted, not slacking off at all. Wang Meng successfully pulled out twelve weeds, and his Primordial Force was completely drained.

But Wang Meng's fighting spirit didn't wane; it grew even stronger. He was incredibly grateful. It was usually hard to deplete his Primordial Force, but fighting these weeds that had absorbed abundant Primordial Qi was a great way to cultivate.

He couldn't help but praise the wisdom of the Holy Hall's elders!

Wang Meng sat cross-legged by the field and began to cultivate. As soon as his Primordial Force was restored, he happily continued his farming.

Pulling weeds wasn't the point; using this as a way to cultivate was the true lesson the elders wanted him to learn.

By the end of the day, Wang Meng had successfully cleared fifty-three weeds. The day passed in this way.

Wang Meng slept soundly, dreaming that he had cleared all the weeds with one sword stroke and was laughing proudly in the Holy Hall.

Meanwhile, in the spirit field, the area Wang Meng had cleared was already growing weeds again, quickly.

At this moment, in the Thunderlight Hall, the four elders were discussing the new disciples, from whom they would choose the more outstanding ones to focus on.

"Among this batch, only Hu Jing has decent potential," Zhao Ya said.

"Yes, otherwise why would we bring so many people in? Let's just see if we get lucky," Xu Huang sighed. Each batch was worse than the last.

"Old Xu, you didn't have to bring in all the trash at the second level of the Life Mark. Our Thunderlight Hall hasn't fallen that low," Wang Bo's voice sounded.

Xu Huang's beard trembled, "This kid has spirit. I like him. I'll give him a chance. By the way, Zhao Ya, what task did you give him?"

"Clear one acre of the spirit field," Zhao Ya smiled, and the others smiled in understanding.

Xu Huang was stunned, "How is that possible? Even someone at the fifth level of the Life Mark would struggle."

"Old Xu, forget it. Sister Zhao is doing you a favor. The minimum is the third level. Bringing in someone at the second level, if he gets through by luck, wouldn't it make us look bad? Since his potential isn't enough, let's see if he has the luck to cultivate," Wan Jing advised. He and Xu Huang had a very good relationship.

What is most important in cultivation?

Talent? Wrong!

It's fate!

At this moment, the person who "understood" the elders' intentions continued to pull weeds in his dream...

Zhang Xiaopang was inquiring about the Tiger Eagle. The third-generation disciples were quite considerate of this sensible fat boy. Zhang Xiaopang's father relied on him to bring glory to the family, and being a businessman, he knew how to get along with people. Cultivators are also human, with emotions and desires, just a bit higher than ordinary people, and Zhang Xiaopang deeply believed this.

He was also burning the midnight oil. The Tiger Eagle wasn't a demonic beast but a wild animal in the Lesser Thousand World. It was clearly no match for cultivators, but this creature, contrary to its name, was extremely small and flew as fast as a hawk. Even if you saw it, it would be hard to hit.

Zhang Xiaopang was both happy and worried. He was happy that this thing wasn't very dangerous, so his life was safe, but he was worried that there were no such creatures near the Thunderlight Hall, and he would have to go outside to catch one.

What is outside? The Lesser Thousand World is vast, and except for the areas where cultivation sects gather, the rest are territories of various levels of demonic and spirit beasts. For cultivation novices, it's absolutely dangerous.

Zhang Xiaopang immediately thought of Wang Meng. He wouldn't dare to run around alone, and besides, Brother Meng was good at catching birds. But looking at the sky, he could only go back to sleep.

Zhang Xiaopang lived in a Class A room. Although it wasn't luxurious, it was clean and tidy, with all the daily necessities. He had traded two bottles of good wine for it.

Although the environment was shabby, with the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed, Wang Meng slept soundly. He was exhausted, dreaming that he was pulling weeds. As he pulled, the ground suddenly cracked, and he fell into a deep abyss. A red light then caught him.

At this moment, he heard Zhang Xiaopang's unique voice.

"Brother Meng, Brother Meng, where are you..."

Zhang Xiaopang was heartbroken. He had rarely gotten up so early to look for Wang Meng, but he never expected that Wang Meng's place was so remote, and the only thatched cottage had collapsed. Could he have been taken by a demonic beast?

The more he thought, the more urgent his calls became.

Wang Meng finally couldn't take it anymore and jumped out of the thatch pile, "Zhang Xiaopang, are you calling ghosts at dawn?"

Seeing Wang Meng safe and sound, Zhang Xiaopang's fat face broke into a flower-like smile, "Brother Meng, it's not early. What kind of cultivation are you doing?"

Zhang Xiaopang pointed to the sun. His "early rise" was clearly a stretch; by the time he found Wang Meng, it was already mid-morning.

Wang Meng brushed off the thatch from his body and was also stunned. It was already this late, and he usually woke up much earlier.

"What are you doing here instead of hunting your Tiger Eagle?"

Wang Meng jumped out of the thatch pile, and Zhang Xiaopang couldn't help but nag, "This isn't a place for humans to live. You're already at the edge of the Thunderlight Hall, it's dangerous. How about I find someone to get you a better place?"

(There will be an update at midnight. Reserve your recommendation tickets for tomorrow, and leave today's missed ones in the hall ^_^)

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