Chapter 25: The Cute Little Disciple Sister (Dawn's Request for Votes)

  "Is there something I can help you with?"

  "I know a senior sister from Jian Ge, if you need a sword, we can go pick one out, the spirit stone can be owed first."

  Hu Jing said, looking at Wang Meng's eyes was a bit strange, she couldn't describe the feeling, Wang Meng was a bit different, more stable, his gaze became deeper, compared to his previous careless personality, he seemed to have matured a lot.

  Wang Meng smiled and said, "No need, I already have a sword, it's good enough."

  Wang Meng took out his broken sword.

  "Will this work?"

  "It's enough for cultivation."

  At this time, Hu Jing's messenger Xiao Ling Fox ran over, Hu Jing nodded, "Master called me, so I'll go first."

  Wang Meng nodded, in his past life he had abandoned everything that could be abandoned for the sake of cultivation, but in this life he cherished everything before him. The result of their reunion might be separation, but at least before then, he wanted to help the two of them a bit more.

  Giving someone a fish is not as good as teaching them how to fish. Wang Meng wants to point out the ability to survive, which is much safer and more valuable than any skill or tool.

  Suddenly Wang Meng discovered that he was also a poor devil, with only one piece of spiritual stone and a broken sword.

  It's never been this bad before.

  "It seems I also have to get to work."

  Wang Meng slowly arrived at the Leigong Pavilion, where almost everything was available. Disciples who wanted to receive tasks, do part-time jobs, or increase their contributions could all come here.

  A round-faced little girl came out and said, "Brother, is there anything you need?"

  Wang Meng smiled and said, "My task for this year is to plant Lingtian, so I came to collect some seeds."

  "Alright, senior brother, take out your sacred order and use it."

  Wang Meng took them out, each formal disciple had one, on which the contribution value to the Holy Temple was recorded. When buying things in the Holy Temple, you could either use spirit stones or contributions.

  The little girl held the sacred order and brushed it on a crystal jade plate, smiled, "Master should be doing the task for the first time, every new disciple will have ten contribution points, but this time the Linggu Valley seeds will use up all ten, are you sure?"

  "Just call me Wang Meng, I'm a newcomer."

  The round-faced little girl giggled and said, "My name is Xiaotian. Here, we address guests as 'Shixiong' or 'Jiejie'. I'm also a part-timer."

  "Heh heh, so that's how it is. Let's exchange them all for Linggu Valley seeds then."

  "Alright, Brother Wang." The little girl handed back the sacred order and then fetched a small bag of Spiritual Valley from the storage room behind.

  "Brother, once you've harvested, come find me and I'll give you a better price."

  The little girl smiled sweetly.

  "No problem." Wang Meng wasn't very concerned about it.

  "Wait, Brother Wang." The little girl rushed in again and took out a talisman, "Brother Wang, this... is a Wind Cloud Talisman that I made myself. It may not be very good, but I hope it can be of use."

  He stuffed it into Wang Meng's hand, his big black eyes blinking, Wang Meng smiled and said, "Then I won't be polite, you see that now I'm also penniless, when I become rich in the future, I'll definitely invite you to a big feast."

  The little girl bit her lip and said, "Brother Wang, you have to keep your promises."

  Wang Meng nodded, feeling enlightened in his heart. No wonder it's said that cultivating the Dao is a happy thing - if he were to cultivate evil or demonic arts, he wouldn't even encounter ghosts.

  As soon as I touched that wind and cloud talisman, I knew it was poorly made. However, after a moment's thought, declining it would hurt the other person's feelings.

  Wang Meng carried his own broken blade and walked leisurely towards his spiritual field, opening up the wasteland to cultivate it. He clicked his tongue, and indeed, it was a novel experience.

  At this time, the rumors circulating in the city were all about Jianzhong being destroyed. This was like moving the ancestral grave of Leigong Hall, but it was actually the old ancestor himself who jumped out and dug it up. Everyone could only grit their teeth and swallow it.

  There were many disciples, especially sword cultivators who came to Leigong Hall, just for the sake of Sword Mound. Before the age of 30, they could try to charge through the Sword Array and obtain the precious sword, which would make their future cultivation much easier. Who would have thought it would turn out like this?

  Jian Zhang left, some disciples thought about changing halls.

  The church does not encourage switching churches but also does not prohibit it.

  "Aunt, I'm going to Daoguang Hall!" Zhao Guang was indeed exasperated. As a proud member of the Zhao family and with his considerable abilities, he had already been humiliated enough in this wretched place. Now that Sword Tomb was gone, it was like pouring water into a bamboo basket - what was the point of staying here?

  Zhaoyi was also helpless. She knew Zhao Guang's thoughts, but as the elder of Leigongtang, if Zhao Guang left too, then Leigongtang would truly collapse.

  "Are you really going to leave? Xu Huan has been quite good to you." Zhao Ya said.

  "Aunt, Xu Changlao and I have different personalities, we come from different backgrounds. To be honest, our relationship is just average, I think you've also seen that. And Leigongtang's level is too low, it will delay my cultivation. Now that Jianzhuang is gone, Daoguangtang is the only choice, and even if I don't bring it up, the family will."

  Zhao Guang really didn't have much attachment to this broken place.

  Zhao Ya sighed and waved her hand, indicating that Zhao Guang should leave. At first, she had gone to great lengths to bring Zhao Guang over, just to shake up the prestige of Leigong Hall. If it weren't for Zhao Guang's arrival, the younger generation of Leigong Hall wouldn't even have a single decent person. But in the end, it still didn't work out. She really didn't know how she was going to explain this to their ancestor, Lei Feng.

  Two years later, at the Temple's Grand Competition, Leigong Hall will probably be unable to escape the fate of being eliminated, and their Elders won't have it easy either.

  Zhao Guang, who had just come out, bumped into Hu Jing. This broken place really has nothing to be nostalgic about. If there's anything worth mentioning, it's this Hu Jing in front of me, who is indeed a beautiful woman with a good talent. With an ordinary background and given some benefits, she would obediently follow him.

  My heart felt warm at this thought.

  "Hu Shi Mei, you've come just in time, I have something to talk to you about." Zhao Guang said with a smile, putting on the airs of a senior brother.

  "Hu Jing stopped and said, 'What brings you here, Big Brother?'"

  "Cough cough, it's not very convenient here, let's go over there and talk."

  Hu Jing smiled slightly, "There's nothing that can't be said to others, just say it directly, Master is still waiting for me."

  Hu Jing smiled, and became even more beautiful. Although she wasn't born into a family of cultivators, she had a kind of enchanting quality that gradually emerged after a period of cultivation, just like an unopened orchid, fragrant and long-lasting.

  "Hu Shi Mei must also know about the destruction of Jian Zhang's tomb."

  "I've heard that it seems Lei Zushi has intentionally done this, probably hoping that we will break and then stand again. We can't establish our glory on the past brilliance."

  "What a mess, and now it's going to collapse. The level of Leigongtang is too poor. If it weren't for the fact that our Zhao family owes Lei Feng a favor, my aunt wouldn't have come here either. Now even Jianzhuang is gone, and soon all the excellent disciples will be gone too. Who knows, maybe my aunt will leave too. Come with me, let's go to Daoguangtang. That place is where the young elites of the Holy Hall gather, a high-level place where we can grow better."

  Zhao spoke with a proud and arrogant tone, full of an air of superiority.