Chapter 26

Hearing Hu Jing remain silent, he thought he had persuaded her and quickly added fuel to the fire. This naive girl, who had never seen the world, would be at his mercy once she followed him, to be played with as he pleased. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement.

"Rest assured, little sister. With me, you have the protection of the Zhao family. No matter where we go, you will be treated with the best. You know our Zhao family, one of the four great families of the Holy Hall. And you don't need to worry about Auntie. I'll talk to her, and she will understand!"

Zhao Guang stared at Hu Jing's moist red lips, finding them increasingly alluring.

"Are you done?" Hu Jing asked.

Zhao Guang was taken aback. "Little sister, if you have any other requests, just say so."

"Then I wish Master Zhao a smooth journey. Goodbye."

Hu Jing nodded, walked past Zhao Guang, leaving him standing there in a daze.

Damn, this girl was playing with him!

Zhao Guang glared fiercely at Hu Jing. These poor people, with nothing but their worthless pride, would regret it one day.

If it weren't for the Sword Tomb, Zhao Guang would definitely stay and deal with this little beauty slowly. But now that the Sword Tomb was gone, he had to follow the trend to change his sect; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to leave.

As long as he had strength, women would be plentiful.

Zhao Guang left resolutely, willing to sacrifice anything for cultivation!

At this moment, Wang Meng was diligently tidying up his thatched hut. He had to take care of the spirit fields, and he would probably be living here for a while. He couldn't keep hiding in the straw pile every day.

After spending half a day, he had built a neat thatched hut. It looked like an ordinary hut, but its structure contained a certain Dao. However, those who hadn't reached a certain realm couldn't comprehend it; they would only find it peculiar.

Just like the character "舍" (she) on the wall, it meant more than just "abandon." The character itself had its own secrets, though the vague memories of Mo Shan no longer included the name Lei Ting.

For three consecutive days, Wang Meng diligently worked the fields. The broken hoe accompanied him more than his sword.

Wang Meng wasn't in a hurry. He worked for a while, then rested, sometimes staring blankly at the sky, sometimes humming to himself. He had been so focused on cultivation, drilling his brain to the limit, but now he realized he had neglected the essence of life.

The Lesser Vehicle Sword Technique, with Wang Meng's current realm, was plain and unadorned. However, with his current yuan energy, he could only use the Lesser Vehicle Sword Technique, and enhancing his life marks was urgent.

During his breaks, Wang Meng also chose cultivation techniques. He had thoroughly examined his body over the past few days. His talent was quite average, but every cultivator had their own strengths. Wang Meng's persistence and unextinguishable passion were his most valuable traits. Otherwise, the divine essence wouldn't have chosen him. Talents might fall, but such people would eventually succeed.

The Explosive Induction Technique was a very dominant technique for evil cultivators. It accumulated yuan energy and forcibly broke through barriers, enhancing life marks. While the life marks would improve, there would be many issues with the enhanced marks, such as insufficient potential at critical moments or unexpected lapses. However, the Holy Cultivation Technique for Nurturing Yuan Energy could compensate for these issues, making it a perfect match. After practicing the two life marks, Wang Meng began to try the Explosive Induction Technique.

He took out the Wind and Cloud Talisman, infused it with a bit of spirit energy, and threw it. Immediately, the clear sky was filled with thunder, and dark clouds gradually formed, as if it were about to rain. But in the end, it was like the sky yawned and then retreated.

The round-faced little girl's talisman-making skills were really quite poor. The name was impressive, but the effect...

Looking at the scorching sun, Wang Meng really needed to find a way to make it rain, or the spirit grains wouldn't grow well.

"Right and wrong, love and hate, will all eventually become empty. Life is about living with passion and settling scores. Some things you don't need to care too much about; many paths lie ahead of you."

Wang Meng hummed to himself, tapping the hoe with his broken sword. The dark clouds in the sky gradually gathered again. The cinnabar on the talisman moved slightly, and the talisman's power instantly changed.

Rumble...

Thunder rumbled, and the Thunderlight Peak was already prone to lightning. Using the Wind and Cloud Technique was actually quite easy. Although the talisman was poor, a slight adjustment saved Wang Meng a lot of effort. He still had to thank that little girl.

Drip.

A drop of rain fell on Wang Meng. Soon, a light drizzle began. Wang Meng was at ease in the rain, carefully watching the spirit fields. Not far underground, the spirit grain seeds absorbed the rain, emitting a strong vitality, a feeling of life about to burst forth.

This place contained the deepest mysteries, which the former Mo Shan had overlooked and never experienced. Now, Wang Meng could discover the hidden mysteries of the small world through his realm of mind.

The birth of life seemed to be telling a story. Wang Meng was entranced, spreading his arms and dancing freely, occasionally tapping the broken sword and hoe.

"Eightfold, do you think he's crazy? Can someone be so happy just planting fields?"

Zhao Lingxuan pouted, finding it incomprehensible. Why was this person so happy?

If the Holy Hall made her plant fields, she would definitely tear down the elders' houses. Why should she, when she came here to cultivate, not to do farm work? This person had a good temper.

Beside her, the Nine Heavens Fire Phoenix flapped its wings, turning fiery red, a strong protest.

"Hehe, sometimes it seems quite artistic. Well, let's not bother the farmer. Let's go back and eat something delicious."

At this moment, in the Holy Hall.

"I heard that Old Thunderhead destroyed all the swords in the Sword Tomb. Could it be that he was so angry with those useless brats from the Thunderlight Hall? Haha."

The speaker was Wu Fatian, one of the six grandmasters, who had always been at odds with Lei Ting.

"Brother Wu, don't provoke Brother Lei. We just received news that some of the young generation from the demon and evil cultivators have already broken through to the twentieth level."

The speaker was a woman with a regal and unapproachable aura, the Holy Hall's Alchemy Grandmaster, Zhou Luodan. Her alchemy skills were renowned in the small world.

"Little sister Zhou, our Holy Hall doesn't care about these crooked methods. Not to mention Li Tianyi and Zhao Lingxuan, each hall has outstanding disciples. These crooked methods, we will crush them one by one, or in pairs," Wu Fatian said disdainfully.

"Lingxuan has good talent and is very obedient, but she is too kind. Tianyi is too proud and shouldn't underestimate his opponents. Once they are ready, they will surely cause a bloodbath among the young generation."

Zhou Luodan was deeply worried. The Holy Cultivation Technique was long-lasting and steady, with strong potential, but it was difficult to break through in the early stages. The demon and evil cultivators were aggressive and dominant. After the last great battle, the disputes between the three sects didn't end but shifted to the young generation. Within the Holy Hall or its sphere of influence, it might not be felt much, but once outside, especially without the protection of elders, it was a completely different world.

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