Chapter Twelve: The So-Called Superior Man

  "When will you have a bit more guts? We're close to Lingtian here. Speak up, what's going on."

  Wang Meng asked, this fat man must have come to the Sanbao Hall for no reason at all.

  Zhang Xiaojiang hastily explained his plan, first helping Wang Meng to settle the spiritual field, then Wang Meng would go with him to hunt the tiger eagle, a two-for-one deal, a brilliant decision.

  Wang Meng didn't answer either, and directly took Baozi to the spiritual field. When Baozi used all his strength to pull out a single blade of grass, he suddenly enlightened.

  "Ah, Brother Meng, aren't you deceiving us? When can this place be opened up? My Tiger Eagle Thunder Hall doesn't exist at all. I have to go to the side of Leiyin Peak... On this road, what if we run into a demonic cultivator or a demon beast? Won't they capture me... Brother Meng... Brother Meng... What's wrong with you?"

  "Look, I cleaned this spot yesterday and it's already grown back overnight!"

  Fatso was speechless, "This holy temple is too bullying, or else we won't do it, let's go back and forget about it."

  Bang...

  Pangzi's head was hit by a loud slap, Wang Meng squatted on the ground, staring at the weeds in front of him, "Maybe my method is wrong, or I should set fire to burn!"

  "What a great idea!"

  Two people took out flints and started setting fires...

  Not far away, Zhao Lingyue had bloomed, and Master just happened to have something to go out. The five-turn golden rhinoceros attracted many cultivators. The horn of this beast can ward off evil spirits, and since it has reached the sixth turn, it will naturally form an inner elixir, and it will naturally be coveted by cultivators.

  "How stupid! They actually thought of setting fire to it."

  Zhao Lingxuan munched on snacks while watching the play, "Little Ling, that fatty is quite interesting too. With such a small amount of courage, he actually dares to cultivate."

  Jiutian Huolan was bored to death, she didn't think two country bumpkins were worth wasting so much time on, but that golden rhinoceros was what she really wanted.

  Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaopang's plan to burn the spiritual field naturally ended in failure, how could this ordinary fire burn away the weeds that had absorbed the spiritual energy and grown.

  The fire didn't work out, but the two of them ended up with egg on their faces, staring at the weeds that seemed to be mocking them. Wang Meng and Zhao Xiaopang both felt a bit dizzy.

  "There must be a conspiracy here, it just hasn't been discovered yet!" Wang Meng said firmly. He believed in Xu Changlao, if he wanted to eliminate him, he would have done so directly at the beginning, why bother with such trouble.

  "Brother Meng, don't ask me for anything that requires thinking, I need a rest."

  Just as Wang Meng was thinking hard about what to do, a voice sounded in both of their ears.

  "In a cluster of weeds, there is a life grass. The entire spiritual field's weeds' entity is to be eliminated. To eliminate this cluster of weeds, one must first find the life grass."

  The faint voice startled Wang Meng and made Baozi suspiciously look around in private.

  Wang Meng stood up and looked around, but couldn't see anyone. He could only bow in mid-air and say, "Thank you for your guidance, senior. How do I find this life-saving grass?"

  "Feeling!"

  Feeling?

  Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang were both puzzled by Zhang Yizhi's words.

  Zhao Lingxuan burst out laughing and struck a pose in front of the Nine Heavens Fire Luan, "Is there such an adorable and beautiful senior?"

  Huāng shook his head, "Even if I tell them, it's useless. Cultivators need to discern for themselves. To achieve this, one must have at least a ten-layered fate mark and also use the corresponding method. With feeling alone, you'd need at least a twenty-layered fate mark."

  The nine heavens fire bird still doesn't quite understand its master's bad taste.

  "Of course I know, if I don't give them some hope, they'll be desperate, how boring is that."

  Zhao Lingxuan tossed a fruit kernel into Xiao's small mouth, and his red lips smacked a few times, saying that he was as cute as he was.

  Zhang Xiaopang looked at the weeds in front of him and immediately felt disappointed, "This senior is really useless, speaking halfway through, it feels like something only women would do."

  Wang Meng's eyes stared intently at Ling Tian, Soul Grass, Soul Grass... Focusing his mind, what did he sense?

  That's right!

  Perceive with your own intuition, that fate is definitely unique, no matter how hidden it is, it can't change this point, you must use your heart and feelings!

  Wang Meng relaxed as much as possible and stretched his body out.

  This perception can be achieved by powerful practitioners with strong yuan force.

  Zhao Lingxuan did not expect that Wang Meng would actually put on a masterful pose to sense, and it looked like the real deal.

  The Huo Luan beside him was also speechless. In fact, the simplest way for cultivators to deal with weeds in spiritual fields is to set fire to them, which is just a fire spell.

  Wang Meng wanted to relax, but in fact, his feelings couldn't be released at all. The yuan force was too weak. However, just as he encountered the barrier, it seemed that something expanded instantly, and Wang Meng had a very clear and transparent feeling. The entire spiritual field was under his observation.

  On the other hand, Zhang Xiaopang was really fighting with a weed that he thought was his destiny grass, because he thought this grass was fatter and more nutritious, indicating a high status.

  Wang Meng vaguely wanted to grasp something, and suddenly remembered the key point that his "senior" had said - feeling!

  Don't be misled by external things!

  Wang Meng resolutely closed his eyes and walked step by step towards the spiritual field, losing his sight.

  The wind has stopped... Hearing is gone.

  Gradually, the numbness spread and I couldn't feel my body anymore... My sense of touch disappeared.

  Zhao Lingxuan couldn't laugh anymore, and Jiutian Huoluan beside him also widened his eyes... How is this possible????

  Wang Meng's mouth corners rose with a hint of confident smile, a relatively short weed, outwardly less noticeable than ordinary weeds, easily overlooked, but in Wang Meng's feeling, it stood out so prominently, dominating all the weeds in the spiritual field.

  Wang Meng grabbed it in one hand and suddenly opened his eyes, "Hehe, hide-and-seek game is over, come out!"

  Stimulating the primordial force, a loud roar, the weeds were directly pulled out by Wang Meng. In an instant, all the weeds in the spiritual field seemed to have been drained of their water content and withered instantly. Wang Meng stomped on the ground and found that the land had softened.

  At this time, Zhang Xiaopang also pulled his weed and fell, bringing up a big handful.

  "Zhang Xiaopang, I found it! Haha, thank you so much for your guidance, Wang Meng is deeply grateful!"

  Although I don't know if that expert is still around or not, Wang Meng still had to thank him.

  "This guy is really pathetic, so thin and nothing special, I thought it would look like ginseng."

  Fatso kept sizing him up back and forth, but still couldn't figure it out. "Brother Meng, how did you know it was him? That's amazing! Did you really develop a woman's sixth sense?"

  "Get lost, it's actually simple, you just need to calm down and use your feelings to find it. I'm telling you, the tasks assigned by the elders all make sense, cultivation requires perseverance, but also requires using your brain!"

  Zhang Xiaopang fiercely pulled on the life grass, "This guy has caused us so much trouble, how about we tear it to shreds?"