Chapter 62

Seeing Soming's appearance, Wang Meng felt a bit of a headache. He was most afraid of people crying; he could tolerate women, but a man crying was just too much.

"Since Hengshan Hall doesn't want you, you can come to Leiguang Hall. It's no big deal," Wang Meng said.

"Ah?" Soming was taken aback. "You... you mean Leiguang Hall will take me?"

Soming still found it hard to believe. His reputation wasn't good, and he had been kicked out. Who would want him?

Wang Meng couldn't help but shake his head. He had seen people who were overly confident, but rarely someone so lacking in confidence. With a cultivation base of the sixteenth layer of Primordial Energy, and a solid foundation, any physical cultivator like him would be wanted anywhere, of course, excluding the factor of Hengshan Hall. However, there were many people who wouldn't care about Hengshan Hall.

"Yes, yes, get up. I have something to do. Go directly to Hu Jing and tell her I said so."

"No, no, you can't leave!" Soming got up from the ground, picked up his hammer, and followed him.

"You will be my leader from now on. Wherever you go, I go!" Soming didn't believe it. Just a few days ago, he had been arrogant and domineering in Leiguang Hall. If he went there now, he would be torn apart.

"I'm going to a very far place. You can go to Leiguang Hall on your own."

"No, no, I'll follow you. Either that, or you kill me!" Soming shook his head desperately, not believing it at all.

Wang Meng was speechless. This guy must have been raised in a scam. He lacked a sense of security so much. Later, Wang Meng learned that Soming had indeed been abandoned as a child and was later adopted by a kind person who sent him to the Holy Hall, which led to his current situation. After entering the Holy Hall, he still lacked a sense of security. To avoid disappointing others and to fit into Hengshan Hall, he pretended to be fierce, so he wouldn't be excluded and could stay.

Thus, Wang Meng gained an unexpected companion on his journey. However, after a few days, he found that this companion was quite good. Soming had wandered for a while, and despite his rough appearance, he was quite considerate. Generally, cultivators who left the Holy Hall for training were better off at the fifteenth layer or above. Wang Meng, who dared to run around at the tenth layer, was quite rare.

The two gradually became familiar with each other, and they talked more. Wang Meng didn't expect this guy to be so talkative, almost as much as Zhang Xiaopang, though not as lively. He was also good at doing things. In the wild, he could build a simple shelter in just half an incense stick's time. Of course, this wasn't the most surprising thing for Wang Meng.

Soming was actually a cook!

And a very good cook. After eating what Soming made, Wang Meng decided to keep him!

Emotions and desires were a great taboo in cultivation, but in Wang Meng's view, it was all nonsense.

In Soming's spatial bag, besides his hammer, it was filled with food and various seasonings.

After eating and drinking to his heart's content and picking his teeth, Wang Meng couldn't help but sigh, "Zhang Xiaopang has the talent of a storyteller, and you are a natural cook. What a waste."

Soming grinned, his missing front tooth making him look particularly cheerful. He scratched his head, "I was scared of being hungry when I was a child."

He and the food-loving Zhang Xiaopang would have a lot in common. Life was indeed interesting. Who would have thought that the fierce-looking Soming would be such a person?

Soming had a lot of experience. When he first entered the Small Thousand World, he wasn't a disciple of the Holy Hall. He did all kinds of jobs until he entered Hengshan Hall, which is why he cherished it so much. Wang Meng could deeply relate to this feeling.

After leaving the Holy Hall for a thousand miles, they were completely out of the Holy Hall's influence. From this moment on, they should be on high alert.

Tongming City, a typical city of cultivators, existed in many places in the Small Thousand World. Some were dependent on major forces, while others were independent. Cultivators, whether righteous, demonic, or evil, would gather here for external training.

Tongming City was an independent city, with a mix of righteous, demonic, and evil cultivators, and a complex web of power.

"Haha, Boss, even though it's your first time out, with me, you won't be at a disadvantage. Impressive, right? I haven't been back for a few years. Tsk, it's even more magnificent now!"

Soming laughed. Here, he became the local. Soming habitually liked to prove his worth.

Wang Meng smiled, "Can you change the way you call me?"

"Boss, in the world of cultivators, this title is more impressive!"

Soming said confidently. These days, powerful people were all called 'Boss.'

Tongming City was indeed quite large, and there were many cultivators, a significant portion of whom were ordinary people.

Noticing Wang Meng's attention to the ordinary people, Soming immediately said, "In any city of cultivators, there are always a certain number of ordinary people. The rewards for working here are much higher than outside. I used to work here too."

Wang Meng just smiled. In the past, the world of cultivators didn't have ordinary people, but in just a few hundred years, many things had changed, though the essence remained the same.

"Let's find a place to stay first, then we can look around."

On the street, cultivators and ordinary people could be easily distinguished. Once outside, the level of cultivators was completely irrelevant. The person passing by you could be a grandmaster or just a minor cultivator.

Young people like Wang Meng and Soming would blend into the crowd, impossible to find.

"Pingfu Weaponry Shop, where I used to work. Uncle Lin is very powerful. He oversees this entire area. By the way, Uncle Lin is also a disciple of the Holy Hall. He was the one who sent me to the Holy Hall."

Soming talked as they walked. When they reached the door of Pingfu Weaponry Shop, it was a place for forging physical cultivator weapons.

The owner, though old, was still energetic, with a muscular build, indicating he was around the thirtieth layer of cultivation, which was quite impressive in Tongming City. He basically controlled this street.

"Uncle Lin, Uncle Lin, I'm back!" Soming smiled brightly.

Lin Ying looked up and glanced at Soming, "Brat, you're still smiling even though someone knocked out your tooth. Not bad, it's been a few years, and you look like a real cultivator now!"

Lin Ying put down his tools and gave Soming a warm hug.

"Xiaoxiu, come see who's here."

Lin Ying shouted, and a head popped out from the side of the second floor. A cute girl ran down.

"Big Brother Soming!"

A very delicate girl, but clearly an ordinary person.

"Xiaoxiu." Soming scratched his head, a bit embarrassed.

Seeing the outsider, both of them became a bit reserved. Wang Meng smiled, "Pretend I'm not here. Be yourselves."

Despite his words, they couldn't ignore him. "Who is this brother?"

"Uncle Lin, this is my boss, Senior Brother Wang Meng from Leiguang Hall," Soming said.

Lin Ying smiled, though his eyes were a bit puzzled, he didn't say anything. "Welcome. Since you are a disciple of the Holy Hall and a friend of Soming, this is your home."

"I'll be troubling you for a few days, Uncle Lin."

"Too formal. Wife, come down and greet the guest!"

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