Chapter 13: The Punishment of the Novice Bird (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!!)

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  I don't know if it's an illusion or not, but Wang Meng felt that the life of the grass seemed to be begging for mercy. "Forget it, this guy is also a useless king, maybe someday he'll come in handy."

  Wang Meng casually put it into the Qiankun bag.

  Zhao Lingxuan's fruit kernel fell to the ground... Is this okay?

  Rubbed his eyes, "Xiao Ling, is this true?"

  Jiutian Huolan's eyes widened in shock, this was as stunning as the sudden transformation of Queyao into a Huolan.

  Good luck

  "This luck is also too against the sky?" Zhao Lingxuan muttered, even if it was possible, it wouldn't be so fast.

  "Wow, Brother Meng, the ground has also softened up. I think we can finish this in ten days!" Zhang Xiaopang swung a hoe and inserted it directly into the ground.

  "In ten days, get it done in three days, then go and do your task."

  "Long live Brother Meng! I knew it, following you will never go wrong!"

  Zhang Xiaopang's flattery is flying everywhere.

  The two of them got down to business, one pulling weeds and the other loosening the soil, as they worked together in high spirits to cultivate the spiritual field.

  The fun is over, Zhao Lingxuan stomped her foot and pouted, "Not fun anymore, Xiaoling, let's go home!"

  Huānguān followed behind her master, as a spiritual beast, she couldn't understand either, did this person have some hidden talent?

  How did he choose himself from so many sparrows at first?

  Three days later, Wang Meng did as he said. Zhang Xiaopang was in charge of pulling out the weeds, while Wang Meng was responsible for loosening the soil. The weeds that had lost their lives were a bit resistant, but they were already very weak. After all, Zhang Xiaopang was a four-layered scar, and when he got angry, he was also very fierce. Without the interference of the weeds, the spiritual soil was no longer so stubborn.

  Qiuqiu was in charge of transportation and could also help flatten the land, which was very powerful. This made Wang Meng think of irresponsible Bazhe, but Wang Meng had a feeling that he would meet Bazhe again sooner or later.

  On the fourth day, Zhang Xiaopang was ready early in the morning. With both hands exerting force, he pulled out a large sword from his Qiankun bag and said, "Meng Ge, this sword is not bad, I'll give it to you."

  Wang Meng took over the big sword, but didn't say anything. It seemed that he had exchanged it with those third-generation disciples. Even if it wasn't worth it, there was no way out, after all, the situation was not under his control.

  To go outside, weapons are also necessary. Within the temple grounds, there is generally no danger, whether it's a demon, beast or demonic cultivator, they won't easily provoke the temple. However, once you leave the temple grounds, it's hard to say what will happen.

  Wang Meng swung his great sword and said, "Not bad, just a bit light."

  Suddenly Zhang Xiaopang's mouth opened wide, "Really? This sword is so heavy."

  "Is that so? I didn't feel it. Probably because I've been working harder on the farm for the past two days." Wang Meng clenched his fists, but he really didn't have any feeling.

  "Brother Meng, I've bought two life-saving talismans, a guiding talisman, and a divine movement talisman. We also have bait to lure the tiger eagles, our food, and two revival pills that my old man gave me as family heirlooms. This time, we're going all-in, no turning back - if we don't succeed, we'll die trying."

  Zhang Xiaopang said pitifully that his requirements were very low, as long as he could pass the test.

  "Look at you, we'll definitely make it work. How's Hu Jing doing? Have you met her?"

  "No, the place where Hu Dabao is located is for elders and senior disciples. We are just miscellaneous people and can't go in."

  Chubby is a little envious, Hu Jing's talent and family background have determined that their fate has an essential difference from them, it was like this from the beginning, but unexpectedly Hu Jing's personality and friendship made them forget about this.

  "Let's go!"

  Wang Meng took a glance at his spiritual field, and indeed, he felt a bit of emotion. The fat man struck out an guiding talisman, which transformed into a ball of firelight floating in front of the two people.

  Two people each had a divine movement symbol, and the divine movement symbols were all low-level symbols, specially prepared for their kind of novice cultivators, but they were indeed very practical.

  The two of them immediately felt a rush of rapid sprinting, and just as Fatty was about to speak, he was blown back by the wind, scaring him into quickly shutting his mouth.

  From Leiguan Peak to Leiming Peak, there are hundreds of miles. For an elder-level cultivator like him, it's nothing, but for those newcomers, even with the help of a divine movement symbol, it would take them several days.

  The scenery of the small world was full of charm for the two young people, and danger was soon thrown to the back of their minds.

  "Zhang Xiaopang, are we on the right road? My legs are almost broken. Where is Leiyin Peak? We're all from the Lei generation, and we've been running for three days."

  Zhang Xiaojian wiped the sweat from his forehead. This long journey was really not suitable for him. "The road sign indicated this way, didn't it?"

  "Could it be that Brother Shi took a wrong turn?"

  Wang Meng looked around at the dense forest, feeling depressed. To save time, they had been rushing day and night, and by rights, they should have arrived by now.

  "No way," he said. This task is common for Bow Repair, but... Zhang Xiaopang also looked around, and somehow there was a gloomy feeling everywhere.

  "Do you think this place is like Leifeng Pagoda? The road signs are still guiding us forward, it doesn't feel right, let's stop!"

  Even if they didn't reach Leiyun Peak, at least they could see it now, but somehow they seemed to have entered an unknown dense forest instead. This eerie atmosphere made him feel a bit uneasy.

  Perhaps in response to their speculation, a low growl like thunder came from the depths of the forest, and the ground shook accordingly.

  The two of them looked at each other in dismay, and by now the sky had also gradually darkened. At least there was still a road ahead before, but now even the road was gone. Who knows where this path would lead to if they continued following it?

  "Zhang Xiaopang, how did you exchange these things?"

  Wang Meng asked, and at this time, the fatty also felt that something was wrong. "It's just the money my old man gave me and some good stuff, but they said it wasn't enough, and they must have my spiritual stone..."

  "Did you give it to them?"

  "No, I'm not that stupid. The one who sold me the stuff is named Zhou Qian, he's a third-generation disciple who specializes in selling small props on the side. But I really need these things, so I asked Zhao Guang to be a witness. If we complete the task, we'll give him the spirit stone; if not, then forget it."

  "What about the Ling Stone?"

  "...At Zhao Guang's place, I'm afraid they might be colluding to cheat us, damn it, after all we're from the same school, no need to be so ruthless??"

  The fatty cried with a sad face, his eyes brimming with tears as he looked at Wang Meng.

  "It's not us who are wrong, it's you who is wrong! Good, good, this lesson has been learned well!"

  "Brother Meng, it seems like they want us to go in but never come out, what's good about that?"

  Zhang Xiaopang looked around at the gloomy surroundings and felt even colder.

  Wang Meng licked his lips, "Fatty, remember this is the rule of the cultivation world. It's even more shameless than outside. We'll learn from our mistakes and come back stronger! And we're not done yet!"

  Cultivation is about seizing heavenly power to increase longevity and strength, resources are limited, the competition must be fierce, sacred cultivation may not be as cruel as demonic cultivation, but it's not a walk in the park either.

  Being deceived can only prove that I am foolish. Newcomers always have to pay a price.

  For the two of them, this price is indeed a bit too heavy.

  "Brother Meng, what's going on? Should we turn back now?" Zhang Xiaopang always felt like something was staring at him.