Chapter Two: Brothers

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  Early morning always fills Wang Meng with fighting spirit, a new day has begun, and the next month will be a decisive month!

  Wang Meng almost jumped out of bed and finished washing up at lightning speed.

  The first test of the Thunderbolt Temple's Lightning Division ended in failure, but this did not dampen Wang Meng's fighting spirit.

  The holy temple is the sacred place of every cultivator, and there is no doubt that studying and cultivating in the holy temple is unmatched anywhere else. The Leigong City area belongs to a place with extremely abundant spiritual energy, so it is very fortunate to have a branch of the holy temple here. Every year when recruiting new students, it is inevitably crowded with people, and Wang Meng's defeat in the initial selection was expected.

  The prerequisite for cultivation is to have a Fate Mark, which is the root of a cultivator. Under the nourishment of Yuan Qi, some people will naturally produce innate abilities. Having a Fate Mark is the foundation for absorbing and using Yuan Force. Whether it's fighting, crafting tools, or forming arrays, they all rely on the Fate Mark as the key and Yuan Force as the output, of course, also requiring the correct method.

  Lei Guang Cheng's yuanqi is not bad, Wang Meng, who was born and raised locally, is now at the second level of Ming Hen, which means he has two Ming Hen, the more Ming Hen, the more yuanli can be stored, and the more ways to use it, naturally, the stronger.

  At the age of 16, having a natural second-order life mark is also acceptable. If you add a small gate or a small sect, it would be pretty good, but if you want to enter the Holy Hall, it will be very difficult. Unfortunately, Wang Meng's mind is set on entering the Holy Hall.

  It wasn't until the preliminary trial that it was discovered that geniuses were everywhere, and the Sword Sect that Wang Meng wanted to enter was the most popular one. Either they had a natural fate of five layers or above, or they had special talents or equivalent sect relationships. During the initial selection, the youngest was a ten-year-old who joined the Sword Sect, a descendant of a certain cultivation family, with a natural fate of six layers, and those who were slightly less confident could be defeated to the point of being unable to recover.

  This situation being brushed off is also normal, fortunately Wang Meng is very persistent, has a big heart, after seeing all kinds of young people, he became even more determined to enter the holy hall, if he can't enter the holy hall, his life will basically become mediocre and drag on until death.

  Who is he?

  Wang Meng!!! A great figure destined for fame and fortune, whose name will be engraved in the Hall of Fame!

  The reality is that the elder council in charge of selection will give those who were eliminated but have some special features another chance, an introductory exercise, with a cultivation period of one month. After one month, they will select the excellent ones based on their performance. This is the last chance, if it doesn't work out this time, they can only participate in the selection again after three years, at which time Wang Meng will be 19 years old. No way, he would have to call a group of teenagers "senior brother" or "senior sister", Wang Meng's hair stood on end.

  There is no doubt that Wang Meng decided to fight with his back against the river.

  Wang Meng carefully took out a mirror-like object, a protective mirror. It was a low-level artifact that could be used as long as one had a fate mark, and it had some defensive power, but at first glance, it looked like a cheap product.

  Wang Meng gazed seriously at the mirror, his treasured find from a street stall that had cost him fifty big bucks. It only had one function, but it was quite magical.

  "Mirror, mirror, who is the most gifted cultivator in this world?" Wang Meng asked solemnly.

  A layer of mist rose from the mirror, and a clear, pleasant voice rang out: "Wang Meng, undoubtedly, it is Wang Meng!"

  Wang Meng's classmate opened his mouth wide and repeated: "Wang Meng, undoubtedly it is Wang Meng!"

  This is Wang Meng's treasured possession bought with all his private savings plus a ten-block debt.

  A good start is half of success, let's sprint!

  Wang Meng's home was outside the city of Leiguan, his parents were farmers, living a simple and honest life every day. They were happy that their son had the fate of a cultivator, but they weren't overly excited. His parents just wanted Wang Meng to live a healthy and happy life, doing what he wanted to do, happiness was the most important thing. Having more didn't necessarily mean being happier, but they supported Wang Meng.

  Wang Meng's personality is very different from his parents, with a fiery passion in his heart. From a young age, he was restless and often got into fights, believing that life should be lived to the fullest, not just in length but in intensity. Entering the world of martial arts and finding a bigger stage is his ultimate happiness.

  Wang Meng arrived at the back mountain not far from home, carrying special training tools, and began his "closed door" training. Here was his own exclusive cultivation cave... actually just a pit, nothing was there. This was something Wang Meng had found himself after discovering his life's mark. Cultivation, after all, needed a place that looked the part.

  In Wang Meng's words, cultivation relies on spirituality and feeling.

  Pei Yuan Gong, as the name suggests, is a foundational cultivation method for low-level practitioners. Cultivating it can grant one powers beyond those of ordinary people, but it is also extremely perilous.

  The purpose of cultivation is simple, it's to increase the level of one's fate mark, master the usage of fate marks, and the more fate marks the better. Especially after reaching the tenth layer, each additional layer results in a geometric growth in the combination of fate marks, allowing for even more complex and powerful abilities to be used.

  However, if the practice method is incorrect and combined arbitrarily, it can easily lead to madness, resulting in a miserable outcome, with lighter cases becoming disabled and severe cases leading to death.

  Of course, Wang Meng doesn't need to worry about this at all. With only two life marks, it's impossible to combine them, and the cultivation method below the fifth level is very dull and boring. The so-called Primordial Cultivation Method is simply repeatedly using life marks and primordial force to make the simplest attacks, which is also laying the foundation.

  But for Wang Meng, this was undoubtedly a secret book, and it was his first time coming into contact with the correct method of using Yuan force.

  It's not as complicated as imagined. Wang Meng almost glanced at it and told the cultivator how to use yuan force, which is actually just telling him that the two layers of fate can enhance his strength.

  After reviewing it five times and thinking for a while, Wang Meng began his persistent training. Since he wanted to do it, he would do it seriously.

  Wang Meng's method was very simple and direct, even a bit rough, which was to punch the stone wall with all his might, each punch using up yuanli, one punch after another, until his yuanli was exhausted. According to the Cultivation Method, the continuous process of consumption and production could solidify his fate mark, and at the same time, it was also possible for new fate marks to be born.

  If there are three life scars, the simplest spell can be formed. Thinking of this, Wang Meng's whole body was hot, and his fist didn't feel painful anymore.

  In a certain place in the suburbs of Leigong City, there is a dull thud every day, but who would care about it in such a deserted place?

  A month's time is neither long nor short, but for some people it can be absolutely dull and torturous.

  Zhang Xiaojiang couldn't believe his eyes that the person in front of him was actually his buddy Wang Meng.

  "Whoa, Brother Meng, you're almost like a savage now! This hairstyle is so domineering. How's it? Has there been any improvement?"

  Wang Meng let him out of the pass at this time, in order to have no distractions, Wang Meng brought nothing but food.

  Wang Meng touched his messy hair and shook his head helplessly. "It's still the second floor, Zhang Xiaopang, is it really that I'm not talented?"

  In the last few days, Wang Meng himself was a bit anxious, but he still suppressed his nervousness and persisted in training, believing that success required confidence.

  Zhang Xiaojian looked at the wall covered in bloodstains and potholes, then at Wang Meng's hand. Even Fatso's meat couldn't help but tremble a little. "No need to be so self-destructive, two brothers for life, I've got your back, who dares to bully you, I'll shoot off his little chicken!"

  Bang!!!

  Zhang Xiaopang's forehead was hit by a loud chestnut, "Get out, what can you do to me? Let's go, no matter what, I'm out of here. Even if I don't make it to the Holy Hall this year, I'll come back in three years. A genius is still a genius even when they're older!"

  Zhang Xiaopang immediately gave a thumbs up, "Awesome!"