Chapter Eleven: The Sun Rises to Three Staves

  Wang Meng used all his might, and the weeds were as still as if they had merged with the ground. Wang Meng gritted his teeth and activated his life mark, using his original power to slowly lift the weeds off the ground, their reluctant departure resembling two lovers parting ways.

  Before Wang Meng suffocated to death, he finally managed to pull out the first blade of grass.

  The wind blew by, and the weeds all over the ground swayed with the wind, making a rustling sound, as if mocking someone's self-inflicted weakness.

  Wang Meng was like petrified, this land, this grass, a month?

  Oh no!

  Xiu Xing, as Hu Jing guessed, although he didn't know what the tiger and eagle were about, perhaps he would have to ask Zhang Xiao Pang for help, which was too embarrassing. He grasped his hair tightly, as if his hair was like these weeds.

  In the distance, Zhao Lingxuan laughed so hard that he fell over, and with the Hidden Body Symbol and the Silent Symbol of Ten Thousand Cries, even if he stood right in front of Wang Meng, this bird brain still wouldn't be able to detect him.

  Zhao Lingxuan laughed so hard she almost lost her breath, and there really was such a fun-loving fool. That mirror, just thinking of Zhao Lingxuan made her feel suffocated with laughter.

  The nine heavenly firebirds next to him couldn't bear it anymore, how could he be favored by such a fool? Did his eyes discover his uniqueness?!

  Jiutian Huolan let out a somewhat helpless sigh and reminded her master that morning practice was about to begin.

  "Xiao Ling, that's great, you've found a treasure! By the way, how long do you think he can last? I'm guessing just one day!" Zhao Lingxuan said with a smile, because tomorrow Wang Meng would have an even bigger "surprise".

  Jiutian Huo Luan shook his head, Zhao Lingxuan licked her pink lips, "Two days, why?"

  "Got it." Jiutian Huoluan conveyed with a tilted head.

  Zhao Lingxuan was taken aback, and then burst into another fit of laughter. In this short moment, she laughed more than she had in an entire year. Excitedly, she flung out a short sword and soared into the air with Huo Lian, just like a celestial maiden riding the wind.

  At this time, Wang Nong ate some dry food casually, replenished his physical strength, and had a mortal mark. His needs for eating and drinking would not be as strong as those of ordinary people.

  After continuing to work hard for the entire morning, Wang Meng was exhausted and panting heavily. He had not slacked off at all, and successfully pulled out twelve weeds, but his physical strength was completely depleted.

  However, Wang Meng's fighting spirit not only did not dissipate but became even more vigorous. He was extremely grateful in his heart. Normally, it was difficult to consume the yuan force, but the process of fighting against these weeds that had absorbed abundant yuan energy was a rapid consumption, and it was simply an excellent method for cultivating the yuan foundation skill.

  Can't help but give a thumbs up, the elders of the church are truly wise!

  Wang Meng sat cross-legged on the ground and began to cultivate. Once his yuan force recovered, he continued his life as a farmer with great enthusiasm.

  Pulling out grass is not the key point, it's the cultivation through borrowing that truly needs to be grasped, the elders' intention runs deep.

  It turned out that Wang Meng successfully eliminated fifty-three weeds in one day, and the day passed just like that.

  Wang Meng slept very soundly, and in his dream, he swept away all the weeds with one sword, laughing proudly in the holy hall.

  At this time, Lingtian, a piece of land that Wang Meng had painstakingly cleared, began to grow grass again, growing rapidly...

  At this time in Leigong Hall, the four elders were discussing these new disciples and would select the more excellent ones for focused cultivation.

  "In this batch, only Hu Jing's qualifications are not bad." Zhao Ya said.

  "Yes, otherwise why bother with so many people, let's just try our luck." Xu Huan sighed, it was really getting worse and worse.

  "Lao Xue, then you don't have to bring in all the trash with a second-class label either. Our Lei Guang Tang hasn't fallen to this level yet." Wang Bo's voice rang out.

  Xu Huan's beard shook slightly. "This kid has some spirit, I like what I hear, give him a chance. Ah yes, Zhao Ya, what task did you assign to him?"

  "Open up a spiritual field of one mu." Zhao Ya smiled slightly, and the others also smiled in understanding.

  Xu Huan was stunned, "How is it possible? Even those with five layers of fate lines have no chance."

  "Lao Xue, forget it. Zhao Shimei is also doing this for your own good. At the very least, you should be at the third level. You brought in someone who's only at the second level. If we let him get away with it, wouldn't that make others laugh at us and say that Leigongtang has no one capable? Since he doesn't have the qualifications, then let's see if he has the destiny to cultivate."

  Wan Jing advised him that he and Xu Huang had a very good relationship.

  What is most important in cultivation?

  Talent? No!

  It's fate!

  At this time, someone who "understood" the elder's intention continued to pull weeds in his dream...

  Zhang Xiaopang is inquiring about the news of Hu Ying everywhere, and those third-generation disciples are still very considerate of this sensible fat boy. Zhang Xiaopang's father is counting on this guy to bring glory to their ancestors, and as a businessman, he naturally knows how to be a good person. Cultivators are also ordinary people with emotions and desires, they're just a bit higher than ordinary people, and Zhang Xiaopang deeply agrees with this.

  He was also in the midst of a fierce battle at night, but the Tiger Eagle was not a monster, it was just a wild beast from the Small Thousand Worlds. It was clearly no match for cultivators, but this creature's name was precisely the opposite of its actual characteristics. Its body was extremely small, and its flying speed was like that of an eagle or a falcon. Even if one saw it, it would be difficult to hit.

  Zhang Xiaopang was half joyful and half worried. He was happy that this guy didn't have much killing power, so his life was safe. What he was worried about was that there was nothing like that near Leigong Hall, if they wanted to catch him, they had to go outside.

  What is the outside world? The small thousand worlds are vast and boundless, except for the places where the cultivation sects gather, they are all territories of various levels of demonic beasts and spirit beasts. For the cultivator birds, it is absolutely dangerous.

  Zhang Xiaopang immediately thought of Wang Meng, he didn't dare to run around alone, and Meng Ge was particularly good at catching birds. However, looking at the sky outside, he could only go back to sleep.

  Zhang Xiaopang lived in a simple room, although it was not luxurious, but clean and tidy, with all daily necessities, which were exchanged for two bottles of good wine.

  Although the environment was shabby, with the sky as his blanket and the ground as his bed, Wang Meng slept very soundly. He was tired, and in his dream, he was pulling weeds, but suddenly a crack opened up on the ground, and he fell into it. Below him was an endless abyss, when a red light caught hold of him.

  At this time, a unique voice came from beside his ear, Zhang Xiaopang's.

  "Brother Meng, Brother Meng, where are you......"

  Zhang Xiaopang was heartbroken, he rarely got up early to find his way here, but he never thought that Wang Meng's place would be so remote, the only thatched cottage had collapsed, and it wouldn't have been taken away by a monster, would it?

  The more I think about Zhang Xiaopang's call, the more urgent it becomes.

  Wang Meng finally couldn't bear it anymore and jumped up from the thatched cottage, "Zhang Xiaopang is calling out to ghosts in broad daylight!"

  Zhang Xiaojian saw Wang Meng safe and sound with a chubby face smiling like a flower, "Brother Meng, it's not early anymore, what kind of skill are you practicing?"

  Zhang Xiaojian pointed to the sun on his head, and Zhang Xiaopang's "early rise" was obviously discounted. They had been searching for it since dawn, and now the sun was already high in the sky.

  Wang Meng brushed off the straw from his body and was also stunned. What time was it? He usually woke up early.

  "What's the point of you coming here if you're not going to hunt down your tiger eagle?"

  Wang Meng crawled out from the pile of grass, and Zhang Xiaopang couldn't help but say, "This is not a place for humans to live, and you're already at the edge of Leihuo Hall. It's dangerous, why don't I find someone to move you to a different place?"

  There was an explosion in the wee hours, reservations for tomorrow's recommended votes, today's leftover votes will be left at home ^_^