CHAPTER 59: 59. FAREWELL, OLD FRIEND [PLEASE BOOKMARK]

Yang Lele immediately turned around and curiously asked, "Sect Leader, what are the ’Fierce Beast Trial Ground’ and ’Battle Realm’ mentioned below?"

The former costs 50 Gold Coins a day, and the latter 100 Gold Coins per session, which is quite astonishing.

The dormitory area allows for the cultivation of Vein Technique, and that’s only 50 Gold Coins a day. Could it be that what the Fierce Beast Trial Ground offers is as valuable as the Vein Technique?

The latter doesn’t even need further explanation—100 Gold Coins for one session, with a time limit of two hours. It’s even more astounding than the dormitory charges.

"A place to cultivate combat techniques and accumulate battle experience. Perfect for your current stage."

"But why is it so expensive?"

"Expensive means it’s better. Your realm has been advancing too quickly and needs to be consolidated. If you don’t want to become stronger, you can remain a weakling and not go there."

"Sect Leader, I want to go."

"Then go post them well first."

"Alright."

Yang Lele scampered off.

After lunch, Wen Ping took Yang Lele and Yun Liao to Churao Mountain, while Zhao Qing and the others went to the Gravity Field to continue their realm cultivation. For them, enhancing their realm was more important than battle experience.

Because after the Demon Race transforms, their skin remains thick, allowing a much higher error tolerance in combat with humans.

For Yang Lele, honing combat techniques was the only path to strengthening himself.

Being weak isn’t scary; willingly staying weak is the scariest of all.

As he thought of unconsciously believing himself inferior to Zhao Qing, a sense of shame washed over him.

Following Wen Ping to the Fierce Beast Trial Ground at Churao Mountain, he handed over 50 Gold Coins to Wen Ping, then stepped into the trial ground.

"Sect Leader! There’s nothing here at all."

Yang Lele stood inside the Fierce Beast Trial Ground, touched the iron plate, and couldn’t help but express his curiosity.

Then he heard Wen Ping outside respond, "It will appear soon."

Sure enough, after a few breaths, the space ahead suddenly distorted, and a bluish-black monster emerged.

It resembled a bull, but without horns, and had only one leg. Just standing there, its gaze alone instilled fear in him.

"Kui Niu!"

"Sect Leader, am I really supposed to face off against this legendary demon?"

Looking at the Kui Niu in front of him, Yang Lele didn’t know whether to cry or quickly find a way to escape. Just as he was in a daze, trying to decide, Wen Ping’s voice suddenly echoed in his ear, persistently asking him if he really believed himself to be weak.

At this moment, it was as if he returned to the corner a year ago, where everyone laughed at him.

Back then, he was weaker than anyone else, yet he had unstoppable courage. How could he have lost that courage now?

No!

This shouldn’t be the case.

Focusing himself, Yang Lele shouted at the Kui Niu coldly, "Come on, if you can, kill me today!"

...

Outside the trial ground, Yun Liao asked Wen Ping with some confusion, "Sect Leader, what do you mean by this? It’s a given that humans in the same realm can’t compare to transformed demons."

Wen Ping replied, "That’s a rule for others, not for disciples of the Immortal Sect. Yang Lele has great fortune, breaking through five realms in a year, largely due to his perseverance. Now that he’s joined the Immortal Sect, he maintains his persistence but lacks an unstoppable mindset. He needs life-and-death battles, and this Fierce Beast Trial Ground is perfect for that. It can also enhance one’s combat techniques by threefold, which is perfect for consolidating his rapidly advancing realm."

"Then why not mention Huai Ye?"

"I plan to train Yang Lele as a senior disciple, so he must be strong! Huai Ye is different; her role is that of a chef. Her strength, whether strong or weak, is secondary."

"A chef... Sect Leader, do you really intend for Huaikong’s adopted daughter to be a menial laborer? Won’t Huaikong be upset with our Immortal Sect if he finds out?"

"A chef, mind your wording. Who said being a cook means being a menial laborer? Someone like Huai Ye is a master chef. Of course, her talent is too poor, so she can only stay in the Immortal Sect as a chef."

"How is that different from being a menial laborer?"

"You don’t understand the importance of a Divine Chef, forget it. Even if I explained, you wouldn’t get it. Let’s take you to see the Battle Realm."

...

After advising Yun Liao, Wen Ping left Yunlan Mountain. But as soon as he descended the mountain, he felt confused like a monk at the Eight Diagrams formation. Where could he find a youth with all meridians severed, under 18?

Without any leads, Wen Ping could only choose to ask around along the way. Unfortunately, he still had no progress by nightfall.

He randomly picked an inn to sit down in, ordered a pot of wine and some small dishes, listening to the surrounding talk about various interesting stories.

They said people in such places know everything, and Wen Ping believed it, but the result of his belief was disappointment.

The next day, with no other choice, Wen Ping came up with an idea, spent money to buy wine, and invited others to drink, casually asking if they knew of any youth with severed meridians.

However, although he bought over a hundred jars of wine, he didn’t get any useful information.

After paying the bill, Wen Ping decisively left the inn and started wandering around, going wherever there were crowds.

On the third day, no results.

By the fourth evening, Wen Ping was a bit anxious. If he couldn’t find the youth with severed meridians, it would be a huge loss.

Gravity Field, dormitory area, trial ground—there was simply no way to decide between them.

As he sat there, he suddenly heard a man’s voice calling out behind him, "Wen... Wen Ping!"

It was evident that the person couldn’t quite believe it was Wen Ping sitting there.

Wen Ping immediately turned his head, eyes focusing, revealing a slight smile to the person slowly approaching him.

This was probably his first smile in four days.

The person was an old acquaintance of Wen Ping’s, one of the brothers in the groups he used to hang out with while wandering around Cangwu City. His surname was Jin, given name Mu; his parents were in the restaurant business, so they were quite wealthy.

Jin Mu wasn’t fond of cultivation or managing the restaurant, and back then, Wen Ping didn’t like considering himself the Young Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect. With this common ground, they eventually became good friends.

They hadn’t seen each other in a year, and Jin Mu had gained weight, but he was still accompanied by beauties as before.

On the left, Xiao Cui from the Drunken Dream Pavilion; on the right, Xiao Hua from the Qihong Academy.

Upon approaching, Jin Mu immediately embraced Wen Ping warmly, the faint smell of alcohol mixed with strong perfume hitting him quite strongly.

"I almost thought I was seeing things!"

"Brother Jin, you’re still as carefree as ever."

"Hey, isn’t there a saying? If you don’t strive, what’s the difference from living worry-free? I like living worry-free; as for money, I won’t spend it all in this lifetime, so why earn it desperately?"

Wen Ping didn’t exactly have strong feelings for Jin Mu now, but he didn’t dislike him either.

Chatting a bit more was a good way to ease the melancholy of the past few days.