Wild boar

Chapter 616 Wang Houli

"Oooooooooo..."

Wang Houli rushed to the seaside and gave a cathartic shout towards the vast sea and sky.

He succeeded.

He finally advanced to the second level at the age of 38.

Although he is not in the so-called training period or Kaitianhe, he has really advanced and is no longer the original Qi training minor who couldn't even break through the inner refining realm.

His body was full of surging power.

That was the power given to him by the terrifying fangs!
"Roar!" Wang Houli roared again, as if he was about to lift up the world.

The ancient genius of Qi training!One day of meditation, three days of holding Qi, three months of black blue, three years of internal refining, one day of communion, welcoming the morning sun in front of the weak crown, opening the sky and closing it, and luckily reaching the realm.

This sentence inspired Wang Houli until he was 20 years old, but after he turned 20, it became a demonic obstacle.

So many sleepless nights, so many times of ridicule from the same people, now I can finally let it go...

Wang Houli knelt on the beach.

Scenes from 20 years ago came to mind.

"The family resources are limited, and the patriarch has decided not to let you continue to practice. The patriarch will arrange a daughter-in-law for you, so that you can marry and have children as soon as possible, and expand the branches and leaves of our Wang family..."

"Uncle... please tell the clan leader again. My parents died fighting for the family's business. The family should support me in my cultivation..."

"I have already said that the patriarch said that the family owes nothing to anyone. The family's spiritual rice and elixirs can only cultivate useful people."

"Uncle...as long as you give me another chance, I will definitely be able to break through the inner refining realm."

"It's useless. As long as a monk has passed the age of 18 and has not done internal training, there is no chance..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Young Wang Houli cried loudly.

"Our family doesn't even have spiritual veins. Our tribe's cultivation relies entirely on spiritual rice, spiritual stones and elixirs. These things are all earned by our tribe's business. If you still can't give up on cultivation, there is only one way. .”

"Which way?"

"When you are a casual cultivator, go to other sects to rub your spiritual veins."

"Student of Mao Gong?"

"That's right... this is the only way, but I advise you not to go there. You will never get ahead by being a blacksmith..."

Wang Houli still remembers his despair and humility at that time.

But he is not reconciled!
He wants to become an immortal cultivator, he wants to wield the sword Qing Ming and live freely in the world.

Only in this way……

It’s not a waste of time to walk through this world.

From then on, Wang Houli traveled around the world and made a living by doing work.

There are many mountains, rivers and spiritual veins in this world, and they are all places with owners.

If these sects want to find disciples of Mao Gong, they will have to do all the dirty and tiring work on Mao Gong...

Those sect disciples don't have to do anything all day long, except for practicing and sending out supervisors to squeeze the workers.

During the more than ten years of working as a mao worker, Wang Houli finally realized what it means to be a black sect, what it means to be an inhumane supervisor, and what it means to start in the morning and leave at mao hour.

After more than ten years of working as a laborer, Wang Houli was completely desperate. His cultivation had not improved at all. He didn't even know why he was struggling so much. Sometimes he regretted his original choice. Maybe he would be better off if he got married and had children. good.

but……

He was not reconciled.

The road to immortality was right in front of him, but he was unable to explore it. He could only close his eyes and wait for death, and he was constantly urging Wang Houli to go to the next sect.

If that sect was a little better to me and allowed me a little time to practice, I wouldn't run away.

It's a pity that there is no such sect in this world.

All Mao Gong disciples are the target of being squeezed. If the supervisors are short of manpower, they will even fire Mao Gong directly without any intention of letting Mao Gong take advantage.

three years ago.

Desperate, Wang Houli decided to join the Yongzhou casual cultivator alliance.Who would have known that this alliance in Ziyun Mountain, which was called its own independent cultivator, would not accept anyone.

The reason for not accepting people is very simple. Ziyun Mountain has insufficient spiritual veins and resources are in short supply.

However, the Loose Cultivators Alliance introduced a sect to Wang Houli.

That sect is located deep in the desert, called White Rock Valley. It is said that it has mastered many excellent spiritual veins. It is even said that White Rock Valley has mastered strange cultivation methods. As long as the monks who go to White Rock Valley can basically break through to the second level .

All this sounded like vicious bait, but in the end Wang Houli chose to believe it.

Wang Houli has read countless people, and the woman named Xu Yuanchen is definitely a person who can be trusted.

So under the auspices of the Loose Cultivator Alliance, nearly 500 Qi-training disciples spent more than half a year, crossing deserts and oceans, spanning thousands of miles, and finally arrived at the volcanic island.

On the first day he came to the volcanic island, Wang Houli was shocked by the majestic spiritual energy of this fairy mountain. Unfortunately, no one opened the sky and closed it, because none of them, the Mao Gong disciples, had reached the peak of the late stage of Qi refining, and they would not have reached that level. I'm going to work as a laborer.

After Wang Houli landed on the island, he learned that they were the first group of Mao Gong disciples to land on the island, and their mission was to dig for black iron ore.

This volcanic island has such good spiritual veins that they don’t want to run away at all. As long as the supervisor relaxes a little, they can take time to practice quickly and break through the realm. If they accidentally open Tianhe, they will definitely be able to join this sect and become Official disciple.

With this hope in mind, Wang Houli and other monks entered the underground mine.

The overseers here are really good.

Turning a blind eye to their hard work is basically equivalent to not supervising the work.

The disciples of Mao Gong were overjoyed.

However, what Wang Houli and others did not expect was that although they worked hard, the sect did not give them spiritual stones, let alone food.

They are only in the Qi training period, and they will starve to death if they don't eat.

"Why don't you arrange a meal for the mao workers?" a disciple asked loudly.

"We will take care of our own food and accommodation." The supervisor said these words and left.

"White Rock Valley is so dark."

"Run!"

A large group of people left noisily and reluctantly.

In the end, the body is honest. Since the supervisor doesn't care, it's a good thing to be self-sufficient and practice on your own.

Who is willing to really leave this fairyland and blessed land?

These hundreds of Mao Gong disciples rely on fishing, hunting and picking fruits to fill their stomachs, and they live like a group of savages...

Then Wang Houli and others really discovered a group of savages on the island.

This group of wildlings worship a god called the Dreadfang.

There may not be anything strange about savages, but what is strange is that these savages have magical powers, can fly in the sky and escape from the earth, and are omnipotent.

This immediately aroused the curiosity of Wang Houli and others.

A woman wearing a silver mask from the savages found them. The woman with the silver mask had reached the third level of cultivation.

Although ordinary savages cannot communicate, the silver-faced female savage is proficient in the language of the immortal world and is willing to teach them the cultivation methods of the human race.

Wang Houli and others were unmoved at first. After all, they had no interest in the savage dancing.

But a small number of mao workers are willing to learn...

Two years later, Wang Houli's cultivation was still not improving at all. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he also began to learn the savage's cultivation methods.

In just one year, Wang Houli became a second-level barbarian witch, fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

Looking back now, Xu Yuanchen, the woman from the casual cultivator alliance three years ago, did not lie to them. This place is indeed a treasure for casual cultivators, containing mysterious cultivation methods. The monks can easily cultivate to the second level, or even Level three.

Looking at the blue sea and sky, the vast expanse of waves.

"Ouch!" Wang Houli roared. He picked up a heavy stone and threw it nearly half a mile away with a wave of his arms.

Boom.

A big splash of water exploded.

(End of this chapter)