Chapter 27

Moxiu and Xiuxie encourage their disciples to enhance themselves through killing, especially by slaying disciples of the Holy Hall. The better the spoils, the greater the rewards.

The hatred between the three sects has not diminished over time; rather, it has deepened. However, the older generation can no longer easily intervene, as one move could affect the entire body. The performance of the disciples has become particularly important, and this is true for the Holy Hall as well. Disciples who kill Moxiu disciples receive a significant amount of contribution points.

"You're worrying too much. Even if a real fight breaks out, it's uncertain who will win."

Wu Fatian was very confident.

"We, the Holy Cultivators, have many rules and cannot act as recklessly as the Moxiu and Xiuxie. We can't afford to lose. Recently, I obtained a thousand-year-old blood ginseng. I plan to refine a batch of Xiaohuandan for the major competition in two years, to give them a boost!"

"Ah, that's great! You must save some for my disciples!" Wu Fatian's eyes immediately widened; this was a good thing.

"Wu, besides knowing how to take shortcuts, what else can you do?" A loud voice came from outside.

Wu Fatian's hair immediately stood on end, "Old man, try saying that again, and I'll fight you for a thousand rounds!"

"Forget it, with your ghostly scribbles, you couldn't hurt me even if you fought for a year!"

Lei Ting said.

Zhou Luodan helplessly separated the two. After a hundred years, they were still the same, bickering like roosters whenever they met.

"Seniors, if you keep this up, I'll kick both the Thunderlight Hall and the Lingyin Hall out," Zhou Luodan said.

When the senior sister got angry, the two seniors immediately became obedient, but they wouldn't admit defeat.

"Senior Sister, don't let the old man's Thunderlight Hall drag down our Lingyin Hall. They're not even in the same league!" Wu Fatian said proudly.

This really made Lei Ting furious, but what he said was true. The Lingyin Hall was one of the top three among the nine halls, and with Li Tianyi, it had become even more arrogant. The Thunderlight Hall...

Lei Ting sat there silently, and Wu Fatian became even more smug.

"Senior Lei, your expression suggests you've had a realization," Zhou Luodan said with a smile.

Lei Ting immediately perked up, "Senior Sister, you have a good eye. I plan to enter seclusion for a while. When I come out, Wu will be eating my dust!"

After Zhou Luodan's comment, Wu Fatian also noticed Lei Ting's improved state. This was a very good sign, indicating he was about to break through. How could this be?

Physical cultivation is easy to start, but becomes increasingly difficult as one progresses.

Seeing Wu Fatian's frustration, Lei Ting became even more smug.

Zhou Luodan was truly at a loss with these two seniors.

The news of Senior Zhou refining Xiaohuandan quickly spread throughout the nine peaks of the Holy Hall. The major competition in two years would award Xiaohuandan to the winners.

Even a waste of a person could gain a divine root by taking Senior Zhou's Xiaohuandan, and a one or two-level increase was no problem. For disciples on the verge of a breakthrough, this was a dream come true.

Wang Meng, meanwhile, guarded the spirit fields, practiced his skills, and played with his broken blade. The Explosive Induction Technique was still in the charging stage, and Wang Meng had no plans to wander around. With a fifth-layer Life Mark, he could better perform the Lesser Vehicle Sword Technique.

Wang Meng was left alone, but the Thunderlight Hall was recently very lively. The other eight halls knew that the Thunderlight Hall's Senior Disciple, Zhao Guang, had transferred to the Dao Light Hall, making the already top-three Dao Light Hall even stronger. The major competition in two years would be like a robbery!

The Thunderlight Hall had lost all hope. Without Zhao Guang, the Thunderlight Hall was almost negligible. The four elders were anxious, but there was nothing they could do. A forced marriage is no good, and with Zhao Guang's departure, several promising sword cultivators also left, as they were also aiming for the Sword Tomb. Now that the Sword Tomb was gone, who would want to stay?

Not only the Sword Tomb, but also the saying "near vermilion, one becomes red; near ink, one becomes black" is a universal truth. Guarding the weak makes one weak, and having strong companions allows one to take on Holy Hall missions together. Another universal truth is that one is not afraid of a god-like opponent, but a pig-like teammate.

To outsiders, the Thunderlight Hall was almost a pigsty.

In recent years, those with any means had started to leave, until Zhao Ya's arrival, especially with Zhao Guang. But Zhao Guang's success was also his downfall. Who would have thought he would leave so decisively, taking the last bit of hope with him?

The entire Thunderlight Hall was now dead and dreary, a laughingstock to the other sub-halls.

If there was any hope for the four elders, it was Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang.

Zhang Xiaojiang, the real person, had cultivated the Lesser Vehicle Bow Induction Technique in just one month, advancing his Life Mark to the sixth layer, shocking all the bow cultivators in the Thunderlight Hall. Hu Jing was even more impressive, cultivating the Lesser Vehicle Return to Origin Technique and explosively advancing to the seventh layer of the Life Mark, showcasing remarkable talent. It was said she had a natural talent for alchemy.

New disciples usually experience explosive growth at the beginning of their cultivation. The better the talent, the more so. But advancing one level in half a year was already considered good. It was rare to encounter such explosive growth, and to have two at once.

This made Zhao Ya and Wan Jing extremely pleased. The Thunderlight Hall finally had some good prospects. If they were well-cultivated, they might not win a good ranking in the major competition in two years, but at least they could maintain some dignity, given their short cultivation time.

The ranking was secondary; the key was to show the potential of the Thunderlight Hall. Otherwise, during the resource allocation by the main hall, the Thunderlight Hall would receive the least, leading to a vicious cycle. Who knew if the Thunderlight Hall could survive?

When the two showed such talent, Zhao Ya and Wan Jing naturally cultivated them fully, even the lazy Zhang Xiaofat was stretched thin and couldn't find time to freeload off Wang Meng.

Upon receiving the news, the fat man immediately sent the tiger eagle "Banli" to deliver a message to Wang Meng. Fighting was their favorite thing.

The fat man wanted to release the tiger eagle after completing the task, but the guy had latched onto him and wouldn't leave, even after being beaten. The fat man, believing in the virtue of saving lives, kept the tiger eagle and would often flick its forehead, calling it "Banli."

Wang Meng read the message and smiled. It was like children playing house. Suddenly, he realized he was a child too. The key was to participate.

He patted the tiger eagle's head, "Tell Zhang Xiaofat not to be lazy, or he'll end up with a black eye and no one will care!"

The tiger eagle nodded and happily flew away, though it found it difficult to keep its lazy owner, who ate, slept, and did nothing.

As night fell, Hu Jing quietly sat in Wang Meng's courtyard. Wang Meng was guarding the spirit fields, so the courtyard was left to Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang. The lazy Zhang Xiaojiang was unreliable, but Hu Jing came every day to clean and then sit on the chessboard, lost in thought for one or two hours.

At first, she would sit there all night.