Chapter 346
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Chapter 346: The Lazy Wang Yulun
“Are you the ruler of this place?” the Young Scholar asked, his eyes showing respect for the local authority.
“Yes, this island is called Nine Phoenix Island, and it’s governed by Jiufeng Pavilion,” Feng Chang Ning replied.
“I’ve just arrived in the upper realm. Could you enlighten me about this place? I’d be deeply grateful,” the Young Scholar said.
At that moment, a Transformation Stage cultivator, shrouded in demonic energy, appeared above the Royal City.
“Haha, I didn’t expect the ruler here to only be at the Nascent Soul Stage. This Royal City is mine now!” the old man, wreathed in demonic energy, cackled.
In an instant, a blood-red cloud enveloped the entire Royal City.
“Mo Chong, I didn’t expect to run into you in the upper realm,” the Young Scholar said, stepping into the sky with a cold snort.
“As long as I’m here, you won’t succeed,” the Young Scholar declared.
“There’s always someone looking for trouble,” Little Spirit muttered disdainfully, standing beside Feng Chang Ning.
Just as the demonic elder was about to strike back at the young cultivator, a Sword Shadow pierced through his head.
His body disintegrated, and the elder’s remains were caught by the puppet that had unleashed the sword light. The puppet then transformed into a beam of light and vanished into the horizon.
The Young Scholar felt a bit awkward, realizing he hadn’t played the hero after all.
“Sir, please come down. I have something to discuss with you,” Feng Chang Ning said with a smile.
“Alright.”
In the main hall of Jiufeng Pavilion, Feng Chang Ning introduced the Young Scholar to a young man who had recently joined their world.
“Elder Yuan Feng, it’s you!” the young man exclaimed with delight upon seeing the Young Scholar.
“So you two know each other? That’s even better,” Feng Chang Ning said with a smile.
“I once trained in your sect, Elder,” the young man said with a grin.
In the main hall, Feng Chang Ning gave Yuan Feng an overview of Jiufeng Pavilion and Hidden Spirit Sect, as well as some insights into the cultivation world.
“Ah, I didn’t expect to face such troubles so soon after arriving in the upper realm,” Yuan Feng sighed.
“And those taoist friends who ascended before me… what a shame,” he added.
“Pavilion Master Feng, I’d like to explore the upper realm first. In ten years, I’ll return to help you fulfill the wish for the Immortal Court,” Yuan Feng said solemnly.
“Very well. I’ll be waiting for you here on Nine Phoenix Island,” Feng Chang Ning replied with a smile.
A storage ring appeared in Feng Chang Ning’s hand.
“This contains maps of the central continent and surrounding regions, a basic technique for the Core Formation stage, and some spirit stones to aid you in your journey through the cultivation world,” Feng Chang Ning explained.
“Thank you, Pavilion Master Feng,” Yuan Feng said, accepting the space ring without hesitation.
Xu Fan watched this scene from afar.
“It can’t be him. He’s talented, but not at that level yet,” Xu Fan mused, stroking his chin.
Usually, someone like Feng Chang Ning, who carries great fortune, would have several extraordinary individuals with unique abilities assisting them. So far, it seemed that aside from himself, no one else had appeared.
“Someone else should show up soon; otherwise, the pace won’t keep up,” Xu Fan remarked.
Meanwhile, in a wealthy household in the Royal City, a baby boy was born.
A curious tiny baby looked at the world, feeling as if he had begun a new life.
At the Hidden Spirit Sect’s campus, Wang Yulun was drinking with Xu Fan.
“Yulun, now that you’ve restored your cultivation and appearance, you shouldn’t act like an old man every day. Young people need to have energy!” Xu Fan waved his hand and said.
Recently, he could no longer stand his good friend’s lack of motivation.
“Big Brother Xu, I know you care about me, but I feel fine in this state,” Wang Yulun replied slowly.
“Fine? Your state of mind is closely related to your cultivation. Haven’t you noticed your progress has been slow lately?”
“How will you accompany me to the Immortal Realm like this?” Xu Fan shook his head, thinking of ways to spark his friend’s passion.
“Big Brother Xu, you can go play by yourself. I’ll just stay at the sect,” Wang Yulun said with a smile.
“It seems you need a little transformation,” Xu Fan said, looking at Wang Yulun with a grin.
“Big Brother Xu, please don’t do anything reckless,” Wang Yulun said, suddenly feeling a bit scared.
At that moment, a purple light ball appeared in Xu Fan’s hand, and he looked at Wang Yulun with a mischievous smile.
“You’re not serious, are you?” Wang Yulun exclaimed in shock; he had experienced Xu Fan’s methods before, and they were quite strange.
“I’m doing this to boost your fighting spirit. This is a special technique I developed just for you,” Xu Fan chuckled.
Invisible energy held Wang Yulun in place as he watched the purple light ball merge into his body.
Xu Fan released his control, smiling at Wang Yulun.
“What did you do to me, Big Brother Xu?” Wang Yulun asked, feeling the changes in his spiritual energy.
“This is a technique to help you awaken your fighting spirit; you’ll understand soon,” Xu Fan said with a mysterious smile.
Xu Fan would not allow anyone in the sect to be lazier than him, not even his good friend.
The next day, as the sun rose, someone practiced swordsmanship techniques in a dojo at the Hidden Spirit Sect.
Wang Yulun had fire in his eyes, looking eager for battle.
“Dad, when did you become so diligent?” Wang Xiangchi, standing outside the dojo, remarked as he watched Wang Yulun practice.
Recently, his dad had become extremely lazy, either going out fishing or playing chess with the old monkey on Satellite Island. Even his mother could no longer bear it.
“Stop talking, you little rascal! Let’s spar, and don’t hold back!” Wang Yulun shouted, unleashing a full sword light attack toward Wang Xiangchi.
“Dad, you must misunderstand my cultivation level,” Wang Xiangchi said, summoning his Spiritual Sword to suppress Wang Yulun effortlessly.
In that moment, Wang Yulun realized the seriousness of the situation; he had been easily suppressed by his son.
“This move, you used all your strength,” Wang Yulun said to his son.
Wang Xiangchi raised his hand and retracted the Spiritual Sword hovering above Wang Yulun.
“Not even thirty percent of my strength,” Wang Xiangchi replied, thinking that he could easily handle a hundred like his father.
“I didn’t expect my fighting strength to have deteriorated to this extent.”
“I’m afraid I could barely compete with the Golden Core disciples in the sect,” Wang Yulun sighed while looking at the Spiritual Sword on the ground.
Hearing his father’s words, Wang Xiangchi opened his mouth but didn’t find his voice.
Did his father misunderstand his own cultivation?
Wang Xiangchi was confident that his father could only bully the Foundation Establishment disciples in the sect and couldn’t handle anyone tougher.
“Xiangchi, I need to cultivate well so I can accompany your mother to the Immortal Realm,” Wang Yulun said.
“Sure, I’ll come to practice swordsmanship techniques with you from now on,” Wang Xiangchi nodded. Regardless, it was a good thing that his father wanted to cultivate.
“This morale-boosting technique is great! From now on, if I see that disciple being lazy, I’ll just use it again,” Xu Fan said, satisfied with Wang Yulun’s performance.
