Chapter 4

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For a new disciple of the Holy Hall, what should be done in these three days?

Wang Meng, who rarely had the chance to sleep in and relax, was dragged out of bed by Zhang Xiaopang.

Wang Meng had been under too much tension recently, and once he relaxed, he slept from the afternoon of the previous day until now.

"Zhang Xiaopang, you better have a good reason, or I'll definitely torture you!" Wang Meng rubbed his eyes.

"Brother Meng, there are less than three days left, we need to get ready quickly!" the fat man said excitedly.

"What to prepare? We don't need to pay tuition." Wang Meng said, the sleepiness gradually fading. Thinking about how he had finally entered the Sword Sect as he wished, he felt it was almost like a dream. To verify this, he gave the fat man a light tap on the head, then confirmed he wasn't dreaming.

"Boss, Brother Meng, dear brother, this isn't about tuition. As a new disciple of the Holy Hall, we need basic equipment, or people will treat us like country bumpkins!" the fat man said proudly.

The Holy Hall doesn't require tuition; each new disciple must serve the Holy Hall and earn the corresponding contributions to practice the techniques. Of course, those with exceptional talent or background are exceptions.

"What kind of basic equipment?"

"The three treasures of a novice cultivator!" the fat man said mysteriously.

"Are you itchy? Speak quickly, it can't be your father's three treasures for virility, right?"

The fat man almost choked, coughing a few times, "Weapon, messenger, and spirit stone."

As he spoke, the fat man took out a red longbow, "Hehe, this is my treasure, Cupid. I'm going to use it to shoot the first girl in the Arrow Sect."

The fat man emphasized a certain word with a strong explosive sound.

This is a beginner's bow that can be used from the first to the fifth layer of the Life Mark. The Holy Hall doesn't provide weapons; you have to prepare them yourself.

As soon as he saw the weapon, Wang Meng's eyes lit up, as he could feel the fluctuations of primordial energy on it, a truly good thing.

A good weapon is the second life of a cultivator.

"This is my messenger, Qiu Qiu!" Zhang Xiaopang took out a beast taming talisman from his convenient spatial bag, input his primordial energy, and the badge flashed, transforming into a chubby, fat tamed rat beast.

"Cute, right?" Zhang Xiaopang patted the rat beast's head, "Qiu Qiu, your brother's future happiness depends on you!"

Wang Meng patted his head, "Don't you know that girls like to raise fancy cat beasts?"

This is not just about dating; it's like adding a bonus.

Zhang Xiaopang was immediately stunned, "I forgot, oh God, am I destined to be eaten by beautiful women?"

"Let me see its true form." Wang Meng smiled, knowing the fat man was definitely doing this on purpose, using his rat beast to attract the messenger of a beautiful woman, a self-destructive way of flirting that was Zhang Xiaopang's specialty.

"Sure thing!" This low-level beast can be activated at the first layer of the Life Mark, and with the fat man's fourth-layer strength, it was easy.

The rat beast Qiu Qiu immediately transformed into a giant rat beast over a meter long, still chubby. The equally chubby Zhang Xiaopang jumped on it, and Qiu Qiu's body sank, almost touching the ground.

"Haha, cute, right? This is my double-ball combo, it's a killer!" Zhang Xiaopang whistled proudly.

Wang Meng jumped back, "Don't say you know me!"

Generally, archers require agility, maximum agility. It's bad enough that he isn't agile, but he chose an even slower messenger.

These tamed beasts are smaller than ordinary animals in their normal state, can deliver messages, and can be enlarged with primordial energy to serve as a means of transportation. The stronger ones can even help in battles.

Of course, with Qiu Qiu's situation, carrying the fat man would be like a snail in a race.

Wang Meng wasn't very concerned about the messenger, but he definitely needed a weapon.

Then the fat man rummaged through his things and took out two spirit stones very carefully. Qiu Qiu immediately widened his eyes, drooling, and was slapped by the fat man.

"Brother, share the good fortune, half each!" He said, giving Wang Meng the larger spirit stone.

Wang Meng shook his head, "I can't take this!"

Spirit stones and tamed beasts come from the Small Thousand World. Spirit stones are treasures of the Small Thousand World, rich in primordial energy, but cannot be directly utilized by humans, like air that nourishes life but is difficult to refine. However, spirit stones are a wondrous thing produced in the Small Thousand World, containing abundant primordial energy, and the absorption of this energy is very easy, making them the best supplement for cultivators, like the king of virility enhancers, turning weak men into strong men.

These two are low-grade spirit stones, but each costs at least 50,000, and the larger one the fat man gave him might cost 100,000, too expensive. Brothers are brothers, but this spirit stone must have been bought by the fat man's father at great cost, and he couldn't accept it.

Zhang Xiaopang didn't take his hand back, "I only said half of what I meant. We share the same fate. I have a lazy and trouble-making personality, and I will eventually drag you down. Your strength is crucial to our survival. Besides, you still owe me ten coins, so it's no big deal to owe a bit more!"

The fat man forcefully gave the spirit stone to Wang Meng, "I heard that the masters of the Holy Hall also need favors. This thing can be used for cultivation and can also be exchanged for techniques you want. If you keep nagging, it's no fun."

Wang Meng knew the fat man's temper; when he spoke seriously, he was at his most sincere.

He must have prepared these things long ago but didn't mention them to avoid upsetting him when he was brushed off.

"Damn, more debts don't weigh you down. I already owe you ten coins, so another 100,000 isn't a big deal!" Wang Meng took it cheerfully.

The fat man smiled, "Haha, let's go. My father gave me money, and I've saved it all. I haven't dated for a month. Let's go find a good sword and a messenger!"

The price of messengers and ordinary weapons isn't too high. The two of them immediately skipped their meal and rushed to the Lightning City Cultivator Market.

The Cultivator Market exists in every city, a place to buy and sell cultivator equipment and items, with all kinds of goods available, from high to low. It is the most famous place in Lightning City. Wang Meng's narcissistic heart-protecting mirror was bought there when his Life Mark appeared, of course, from a street vendor.

The spirit stones were already placed in the convenient spatial bag. This is a treasure, and if left outside, the spirit energy would leak, making it very eye-catching. For their low level, it could last for several months.

Since the Holy Hall was about to recruit new disciples, the Cultivator Market was at its busiest, with people bustling about, and cultivators of all levels could be seen.

"Come and see, all kinds of messengers, cute, fierce, majestic, and maid types, everything you need, buy two, get one free!"

"Do you believe it? Do you believe it? 70% off, 70% off, couples get 60% off, 60% off, better to overkill than to miss out!" The boss waved his fists frantically, as if he believed it himself.

"Passersby, don't miss out, the Martial Hall is having a big sale, 80% off, 80% off, Holy Hall disciples get an additional 10% off, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, a blood-letting sale!"

The merchants were putting in all their effort; if they did well in the next half month, it could equal half a year's income.

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