Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 362: When You’re Out in the World, Don’t Mention That You’re The Taciturn Daoist Priest’s Disciple
Chapter 362: When You’re Out in the World, Don’t Mention That You’re The Taciturn Daoist Priest’s Disciple
Meng Jingzhou resisted the urge to unleash his Single’s Curse Fist. Although I was tricked once, it doesn’t warrant cursing someone to eternal singleness.
That’d be immoral.
After Lan Ting conceded, the competition concluded, leaving the audience craving for more.
“Is this how geniuses fight? I wanted to see more.”
“After this, I don’t have the face to call myself a Basic Golden Core cultivator anymore. I have a feeling even ten of me combined can’t match them.”
“You don’t say! When I formed my golden core, I thought I could be considered a Golden Core expert and an important figure. After watching them fight, I think I'd better go back to training.”
Reaching the Golden Core Stage could sustain the prosperity of one’s family for five centuries. In remote areas like Yanjiang Commandery, which only had three Golden Core cultivators, one could even reign supreme.
Hence, they had enthusiastically formed their golden cores and attended the Golden Core Appreciation Convention to connect with fellow Daoists, only to have their confidence shattered by the performance of Lu Yang and the others.
Old Teacher Kang had long foreseen the huge blow to their self-esteem upon witnessing the chasm in their abilities. “Don’t undervalue yourselves. Achieving the Golden Core Stage already puts you above ninety-nine percent of cultivators. Furthermore, with your mid-third-grade cores, you have a chance to attain the Nascent Soul Stage. How could you put yourselves down just because of one battle?”
Yuan Zhi smiled bitterly. “It’s not that we’re putting ourselves down. The gulf between us is simply too massive for us to feel that we have surpassed ninety-nine percent of cultivators.”
Old Teacher Kang shook his head. “Don’t compare yourselves to immortal sect disciples, especially these five. Such geniuses only appear once in centuries or millennia, yet they have all gathered in this era. Why is that? It’s because they are born as a result of the times, destined to stand out in the Battle of the Great Era and even become main characters of the Great Era!”
Old Teacher Kang’s meaning was clear: You bunch are doing well among ordinary cultivators, but there are plenty like you across the Central Continent. Lu Yang and the other four are rare geniuses who only emerge once in a thousand years. There’s nothing to compare, so don’t stress over it.
After Heir Yan, Gu Qisheng, and the others were eliminated, they watched the battle on stage with sparkling eyes. We are all under eighteen, yet these five have not only formed their golden cores but can also challenge those at higher levels. In contrast, we’re still vexed over how to form our golden cores. The gap is as clear as day.
However, they weren’t discouraged. The insurmountable gap extinguished any envy and desire to compare themselves to the five. They simply found Lu Yang and the others impressive. Through spectating their battles, they realized their shortcomings and were resolved to improve their cultivation upon returning.
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Lu Yang didn’t pay attention to Meng Jingzhou’s side of the battle and was flabbergasted to hear that he had finished first.
“How did you lose so quickly?”
Meng Jingzhou’s face was stormy as he chased Lu Yang away. “Get lost! Don’t bring this up unless you want a taste of my Single’s Curse Fist!”
Lu Yang wasn’t intimidated by Meng Jingzhou’s threat. With an immortal protecting me, how could Meng Jingzhuo’s mere curse affect me?
As they spoke, Lan Ting walked over, holding a palm-sized tri-colored stone.
“What’s this?”
Lan Ting smiled. “Have you forgotten, Senior Brother Lu Yang? The prize for first place—spirit items that boost the success rate of golden core formation by fifty percent.”
Lu Yang had heard of such items. They were highly sought after by Half-Step Golden Core and Pseudo Golden Core cultivators, often costing them their entire fortune.
The Dao-Seeking Sect had everything except golden core formation spirit treasures. The same went for the other four great immortal sects.
After all, why would geniuses need external help to form their golden cores?
As Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou were in first and second place respectively, they could receive two sets of spirit items and two books on core formation insights.
“Don’t joke with us, Lan Ting. What would Old Meng and I do with these? You should give them to the third and fourth place.
Lan Ting smiled as she put away the spirit items. These were her personal collection she had taken out to tease Lu Yang. The actual prizes had already been awarded to the third and fourth place.
Bai Ming and Yan Tianzhi also came over and invited them. “Since we rarely meet, why don’t we find somewhere and have a seat?”
“Sure,” Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou agreed. As fellow disciples of the Five Great Immortal Sects, it was natural to interact with one another.
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“The provincial governor’s subordinate recommended several famous restaurants from the city that have temporarily opened branches here.”
Bai Ming led the four to a three-storey restaurant. Though it was temporarily constructed with spells, its decor resembled a millennia-old establishment, testament to the effort that had been put into it.
Upon noticing Bai Ming, the waiter warmly greeted. “Master, are you here for alms?”
“...I’m here to eat.”
“Vegetarian meal?”
Bai Ming snapped. “I’m not a monk!”
The waiter recalled rumors of a cultivation technique circulating in the jianghu where every strand of hair could become a weapon of immense power. However, it also had a flaw—used hairs wouldn’t regrow.
Someone stumbled upon this cultivation technique and mastered it with great success. After battling with a formidable opponent, all their hair fell off, and they became a monk. Therefore, some suspected that this cultivation technique originated from Buddhist sects, intended as a means of recruitment.
The waiter gazed at Bai Ming with pity. Yet another poor soul unable to accept going bald.
“Oh, by the way, this is for you. I’ll lend it to you for the time being.” Lu Yang whipped out a wig and passed it to Bai Ming.
Ever since mastering the Arhat Fist, Lu Yang had made it a habit to keep a stash of wigs in his storage. Better safe than sorry. See, as fate would have it, they have come in handy now.
Bai Ming glared at the wig offered by the very perpetrator responsible for his baldness, barely restraining the impulse to impale Lu Yang with his spear. Begrudgingly, he put on the wig.
Fortunately for him, the hair loss from Lu Yang’s Arhat Fist wasn’t permanent. The wig would serve as a stopgap solution for about a month until his hair grew back.
Bai Ming introduced, “This is Yan Tianzhi from the Prison Suppression Sect. He’s not much of a talker.”
Yan Tianzhi nodded, not uttering a single word.
Looks like the silent type. Lu Yang returned the greeting. I’m Lu Yang from the Dao-Seeking Sect, disciple of the Taciturn Daoist Priest.”
“Meng Jingzhou. We have already sparred.”
At the mention of Lu Yang’s background, Yan Tianzhi’s eyes widened dramatically. “You! Your shifu! K-k-killed! My shifu!”
“My shifu killed your shifu?” Lu Yang’s first reaction was one of disbelief. As unreliable as Shifu may be, he wouldn’t do such a thing.
Lan Ting coughed softly and explained, “Yan Tianzhi has a stutter and tends to speak more concisely. It’s not what you think it is.
“Yan Tianzhi’s shifu is the sect leader of the Prison Suppression Sect. In their youth, he was on bad terms with the Taciturn Daoist Priest. When he learned that the Taciturn Daoist Priest had become the sect leader of the Dao-Seeking Sect, he was indignant, finding the Taciturn Daoist Priest undeserving of the position. He claimed that he would rather sacrifice eight thousand years of his lifespan than let the Taciturn Daoist Priest remain in the position of sect leader.”
Fusion cultivators could typically live for eight thousand years.
Lan Ting continued, “Isn’t the current sect leader your Big Senior Sister, Yun Zhi? Yan Tianzhi’s shifu felt that he couldn’t go back on his words, so he erected a tombstone for himself. When there’s nothing to do, he’d bury himself, and when something comes up, he’d climb out, telling everyone he meets that he’s already dead.”
Lu Yang, “...”
He suddenly recalled Yun Zhi’s warning: When you’re out in the world, don’t mention that you’re the Taciturn Daoist Priest’s disciple, for it can easily stir up trouble.
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