Chapter 47

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed. Wang Meng, with a face full of stubble, opened the thatched cottage. Outside the door, Wu Zhuan Lingxi was hopping around happily. These three months had been incredibly boring for Xiao Ben, whose main activity each day was chasing sparrows in the spirit fields. Occasionally, Zhang Xiaopang's Qiuqiu would come to play, but most of the time, this gluttonous ball came for the food.

He knew there was good food here, and Qiuqiu's greed for food was no less than Zhang Xiaopang's.

Wang Meng stroked the Golden Rhinoceros, "Damn, you've already put on some weight. Looks like the food here is pretty good."

At the door of another thatched cottage, Zhou Feng was basking in the sun, muttering to himself. Seeing Wang Meng, he immediately jumped up, "You're finally out. This is the improved Lingxu Pill I made. Take a look quickly. I feel like something is off, but I can't figure out what."

Zhou Feng knew Wang Meng was cultivating and had resisted the urge to call him, which had almost driven him crazy.

Wang Meng took a pill from the jade bottle. A refreshing coolness spread from his hand. Just in terms of alchemy, Zhou Feng had already reached a remarkable level in the Xiaoqian World.

Wang Meng sniffed it. He also felt that something was off. The Lingxu Pill was for treating spiritual deviation, and if anything was wrong, it could become a deadly poison.

Without much thought, Wang Meng took a bite, which startled Zhou Feng. It was too late to stop him. Wang Meng chewed a few times.

In his previous life, Mo Shan had tasted many pills. To ascend, talent and effort alone were not enough; pills were also a crucial part.

"Did you add the horn of a single spirit?"

"Just a little, it can be neutralized."

"Too much, a little less should be fine."

"Oh, I see. Let me try too." Zhou Feng also took a bite. There was such a method, and he, as a pill cultivator, had never really tasted his own pills.

Wang Meng wanted to stop him, but it was too late...

Zhou Feng carefully savored it, feeling the changes in his body. Indeed, why hadn't he thought of this earlier!

Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle...

Zhou Feng's face suddenly changed, "I can't... I need to..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhou Feng rushed into the outhouse, followed by a series of...

Wang Meng shrugged helplessly. Not everyone could randomly eat pills.

Xiao Ben mooed and laughed on the side.

Leaving Xiao Ben to take care of Zhou Feng, Wang Meng went to the Leiguang Hall to see how Hu Jing and Zhang Xiaojiang were doing.

He didn't find Zhang Xiaopang but was called by Xu Huang.

To be honest, Wang Meng was very grateful to Elder Xu. After all, it was he who brought a second-layer Life Mark youth to the Holy Hall, which led to Wang Meng's current status. Despite some misunderstandings later, Wang Meng didn't blame him. Others would probably have done the same.

"Pay respects to the Elder."

Xu Huang sized up Wang Meng, his eyes bursting with disbelief. Wang Meng's aura had changed dramatically.

"Wang Meng, how many layers have you cultivated to?"

"Recently reached the tenth layer of Life Mark."

Xu Huang's body swayed... This was simply unbelievable.

Wang Meng saw Xu Huang's confusion and smiled, "Master, Elder Zhou gave me many spirit stones."

Zhou Feng's move to the Leiguang Hall caused a stir in the main hall, but it didn't spread widely. No one knew what had gotten into Zhou Feng, and his eccentricity was well-known, so no one took it seriously.

Xu Huang hadn't expected Wang Meng to have such an opportunity, to be favored by Zhou Feng. It was probably more than just spirit stones; there were likely pills as well. This was fate.

Cultivation depends on fate. If your fate is good, nothing can stop you.

"You are fortunate to have earned Elder Zhou's favor. Cherish it... Although I brought you to the Leiguang Hall, if you have a better opportunity, don't be too attached."

Xu Huang said, essentially suggesting that Wang Meng should seize any better opportunities.

"Elder, you brought a second-layer Life Mark youth to the Leiguang Hall. The Leiguang Hall is my home, and I will never leave in times of crisis!"

Xu Huang was taken aback, feeling a deep sense of emotion. How many people could still do this?

"Do you have confidence in the battle against the Hengshan Hall?"

"Elder, it's up to us. They started it. As a disciple of the Hengshan Hall, we must fight, whether we can win or not!"

Xu Huang sighed, "Your character is too rigid, and rigidity can lead to breaking. But everyone has their own destiny. Who knows? I am about to leave the Leiguang Hall. You know this. I haven't done much for the Leiguang Hall over the years, so I don't have the right to say much. Remember, be true to yourself!"

Wang Meng could sense the immense sadness in Xu Huang, as if he were about to embark on a long journey.

He couldn't help but ask, "Elder, where are you going?"

Xu Huang smiled, but there was a sense of沧桑 (cang桑) and a hint of determination, "A very far place. For me, it's also a challenge."

"Life is unpredictable. I hope you achieve your goal. When you brought me to the Leiguang Hall, I became a part of it. I will use all my strength to protect it. If anyone dares to bully the Leiguang Hall, they will have to step over my dead body."

Wang Meng said.

Xu Huang suddenly laughed heartily, "Well said! Rigidity can lead to breaking, but so what? I, Xu Huang, have persisted for half my life, and in the end, I became timid. Good, I will fight this fate!"

"Elder, I look forward to your return with good news!"

Xu Huang's mood improved. He held out a white jade bottle, "A sword cultivator relies on the sword. I won't give you any magical tools. Those external things are only temporary. This is a Soul Lock Pill. It can save your life in critical moments. Remember, as long as you have a foothold, you will never run out of resources."

The white jade bottle landed in Wang Meng's hand. Wang Meng knew the Soul Lock Pill was invaluable in the Xiaoqian World, capable of sustaining life in critical moments.

"Elder, I won't need it in the Holy Hall, so..."

"You're being too fussy. When I brought you into the Holy Hall and left you alone, it was a mistake. I didn't expect you to open up a new world on your own. You're much better than I was. I hope when we meet again, you will be even better!"

Xu Huang's voice carried a sense of finality. Wang Meng's throat moved, but he couldn't speak.

Walking out from Xu Huang, Wang Meng felt a bit strange. He disliked farewells and reunions. Xu Huang was a good person, but who could truly overcome fate? So far, he had only grazed the edge of fate, and the outcome was still unknown.

Wang Meng could guess that Xu Huang had been inactive in the Leiguang Hall, and the situation there was getting worse. Zhao Guang's departure had solidified the main hall's resolve. He was likely to become a warrior for the Holy Hall's exploration of secret realms. Any sect cultivates disciples not just for contributions but to strengthen their power and protect the sect while expanding the Xiaoqian World.

Exploration was undoubtedly the most dangerous. The Xiaoqian World was filled with countless secret realms, which had existed since ancient times. Along with opportunities, these places brought unimaginable dangers.