Chapter 2

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For Wang Meng, the early morning always filled him with determination. A new day had begun, and the next month would be the decisive one!

Almost leaping out of bed, Wang Meng quickly finished washing up.

His first attempt to pass the test for the Holy Hall's Lightning Branch ended in failure, but this did not dampen his fighting spirit at all.

The Holy Hall is the holy land for every cultivator. Without a doubt, studying and cultivating in the Holy Hall is incomparable to any other place. The Lightning City area is known for its abundant spiritual energy, so it is very fortunate to have a branch of the Holy Hall. During the annual recruitment, it is always crowded with people. As expected, Wang Meng was defeated in the preliminary selection.

The prerequisite for cultivation is to have a life mark. The life mark is the root of a cultivator. Under the nourishment of primordial energy, some people naturally develop this innate ability. Possessing a life mark is the foundation for absorbing and using primordial energy. Whether in battle, making tools, or array formations, the life mark is the core, and primordial energy is the output, of course, combined with the correct method.

The primordial energy in Lightning City is quite good. Wang Meng, who was born and raised there, is now at the second level of the life mark, meaning he has two life marks. The more life marks one has, the more primordial energy they can store, and the more diverse the usage methods, making them naturally stronger.

Without a cultivation technique, having two natural life marks at the age of sixteen is acceptable. Joining a small sect would be very good, but entering the Holy Hall is very difficult. Unfortunately, Wang Meng is determined to enter the Holy Hall.

It was only during the preliminary test that he realized the place was full of geniuses. The Sword Sect, which Wang Meng wants to join, is the most popular. Either one must have five or more natural life marks, or have special talents or connections to a sect. During the preliminary selection, the youngest to join the Sword Sect was ten years old, a descendant of a cultivation family, with six natural life marks. Those with less confidence could be truly discouraged and never recover.

Being eliminated in such a situation is normal. Fortunately, Wang Meng is very persistent and has a big heart. After seeing all kinds of young people, his determination to enter the Holy Hall became even stronger. He wants to do the best he can. If he cannot enter the Holy Hall, his life will basically be a mundane one, just eating and waiting to die.

Who is he?

Wang Meng! A fierce man! A great person destined to make a name for himself and have his name engraved in the Holy Hall's Hall of Merit!

The reality is that the elders responsible for the selection give those who have been eliminated but have some unique qualities one more chance. They provide an entry-level cultivation technique, and the cultivation period is one month. After one month, they select the outstanding ones based on the results. This is the last chance. If they fail this time, they can only participate in the selection again after three years, by which time Wang Meng will be nineteen. At that age, he would have to call a group of teenagers his seniors, which makes him shudder.

Without a doubt, Wang Meng decided to fight with his back against the wall.

Wang Meng solemnly took out a mirror-like object, a heart-protecting mirror. As long as one has a life mark, they can use this low-level tool, which has some defensive power, but it is clearly a cheap item.

Wang Meng looked at the mirror seriously. This was a treasure he bought for fifty dollars from a street stall. It has only one function, but it is incredibly magical.

"Mirror, mirror, who is the most talented cultivator in this world?" Wang Meng asked seriously.

The heart-protecting mirror emitted a faint light, and a clear and pleasant voice replied, "Wang Meng, without a doubt, it is Wang Meng!"

Wang Meng grinned widely and repeated, "Wang Meng, without a doubt, it is Wang Meng!"

This was the treasure Wang Meng bought by emptying all his private savings and borrowing ten more dollars.

A good start is half the battle, let's start sprinting!

Wang Meng's home is outside Lightning City. His parents are farmers who live each day with honesty and diligence. They were happy that their son had a cultivator's life mark, but they were not overly excited. They just wanted Wang Meng to live a healthy and happy life, doing what he wanted to do. Happiness is the most important thing. Having more does not necessarily mean happiness, but they support Wang Meng.

Wang Meng's personality is very different from his parents. He has a fire in his heart and has never been content. Fighting and brawling are a regular part of his life. Life is not about length but about making a big impact. Entering the Holy Hall and finding a bigger stage is his happiness.

Wang Meng, carrying his special training tools, came to the back mountain not far from his home to begin his "seclusion." Here, he has his own exclusive cultivation cave... it's actually just a pit, with nothing in it. This is where he found it after discovering his life mark. Cultivation requires a proper place.

In Wang Meng's words, cultivation relies on spirituality and intuition.

The Cultivation of Primordial Energy, as the name suggests, is about strengthening the foundation and cultivating primordial energy. It is an entry-level cultivation technique for low-level cultivators. Cultivation can indeed grant powers beyond those of ordinary people, but it is also very dangerous.

The purpose of cultivation is simple: to improve the level of the life mark and master its usage. The more life marks one has, the better. Especially after the tenth level, each additional layer increases the combinations of life marks exponentially, making the powers more complex and stronger.

However, improper cultivation methods and random combinations can easily lead to mental breakdowns, with tragic results. At best, one becomes a cripple, and at worst, they die.

Of course, Wang Meng doesn't need to worry about this. With only two life marks, he can't even form combinations. The cultivation methods below the fifth level are very monotonous and boring. The Cultivation of Primordial Energy involves repeatedly using the life mark to use primordial energy for the simplest attacks, which is the foundation.

For Wang Meng, this is undoubtedly a secret manual. It is the first time he has come into contact with the correct method of using primordial energy.

It is not as complicated as he imagined. Wang Meng almost understood it at first glance. It simply tells cultivators how to use primordial energy. With two life marks, he can enhance his strength.

After reading it five times and thinking for a while, Wang Meng began his determined training. If he was going to do it, he would do it seriously.

Wang Meng's method is simple and direct, even a bit brutal. He punches the stone wall, using primordial energy with each punch, one after another, until his primordial energy is exhausted. According to the Cultivation of Primordial Energy, the process of continuous consumption and production can strengthen the life mark and may even lead to the birth of new life marks.

Thinking about this, Wang Meng felt his whole body heat up, and his fists no longer hurt.

In a certain place in the suburbs of Lightning City, a dull thud can be heard every day. But in such a remote area, who would care?

A month is neither long nor short, but for some people, it is absolutely boring and torturous.

Zhang Xiaojian could hardly believe that the person in front of him was his buddy Wang Meng.

The chubby Zhang Xiaojian opened his mouth, "Dude, you look like a wild man. This hairstyle is so fierce. How are you doing? Have you made any progress?"

Wang Meng had him call him out of seclusion at this time to avoid distractions. Wang Meng brought nothing but food.

Wang Meng touched his messy hair and shook his head helplessly, "Still at the second level, Zhang Xiaopang, am I really not talented?"

In the last few days, Wang Meng himself was a bit anxious, but he still suppressed his unease and persisted in training. To succeed, one must have confidence.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the blood-stained, pitted wall and then at Wang Meng's hands. The fatty's flesh couldn't help but tremble, "You don't need to torture yourself so much. We are brothers for life. I'll protect you. Who dares to bully you, I'll shoot off their little thing!"

Bang~

Zhang Xiaopang's forehead was hit by a loud nut, "Get lost, with your help, I'll be nowhere. Let's go. No matter what, I'm out of seclusion. If I can't enter the Holy Hall this year, I'll come back in three years. An older genius is still a genius!"

Zhang Xiaopang immediately gave a thumbs up, "Tough!"

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