Chapter 15

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Lu Qingfeng listened to Qingshan quietly and then turned to look at him.

This was a record of all the brutal beatings and abuses he’d received from the Truth Sect. Among them, Zhang Chong’s name appeared the most often.

“Who is Zhang Chong?” Lu Qingfeng asked.

“He was the person who was in charge of my group of labor disciples. He likes to use a whip,” Lu Qingshan said.

As he mentioned this name, a trace of hatred unconsciously appeared on his face.

“Zhang Chong!”

“Qian Han!”

“We should burn up all of these people using a Fireball!”

At first, Lu Qingyu had been reading it with excitement, but when she really thought about what it implied, she became so angry that her tiny face got bright red. She threw the small notebook on the ground and said ruthlessly, “If we want to get our revenge on them, we mustn’t burn this notebook.”

Lu Qingfeng picked up the small notebook and handed it back to Lu Qingshan. “Keep it safely. In at the most three to five years, the three of us will return to Ganoderma Mountain together. We will return the favor to all of those who have beaten or abused you!”

“Okay!” Lu Qingshan nodded his head enthusiastically.

If his brother had said these words before today, Lu Qingshan might not have believed him, because, having stayed with the Truth Sect for more than five months, he knew how scary they were.

They had more than 100 formal disciples. Dozens of true disciples.

And then there were also the elite disciples, deacons of various halls, and the hall masters…

Which of these weren’t powerful Sages?

However, he’d witnessed the power of his elder brother today!

With 2 Fireballs, he’d burned the insufferably arrogant true disciple, Wu Yuan, to death. The other five labor disciples were all stronger than Qingshan, but they hadn’t made it through a few rounds with his brother.

Lu Qingshan guessed that his elder brother’s miraculous encounter must’ve been better than his Zombie Jade Pendant.

“From tomorrow onward, Qingshan, you have to teach Qingyu how to read and also the meridian pathways and acupoints. I’m also going to teach you a technique. The Art of Truth isn’t all that great. You should stop cultivating in it,” Lu Qingfeng looked at Lu Qingshan and said.

“I’ll listen to you, Big Brother.”

Lu Qingshan nodded.

“Big Brother, when can I start cultivating?” Lu Qingyu asked expectantly.

“After you learn how to read and are able to accurately discern all the meridian pathways and acupoints, you may start cultivating,” Lu Qingfeng said with a smile.

For cultivation, it was inappropriate to start either too early or too late.

Generally speaking, somewhere around the age of 12 to 16 was the way to go.

At this age, one’s meridian pathways were already fixed, and cultivating wouldn’t affect their puberty. Besides, as their minds would tend to be at the more stable end, it was unlikely that they would misuse their Chi and succumb to the path of demons.

It was just that…

While Lu Qingfeng was looking at Qingshan and Qingyu, his eyes flashed.

Name: Lu Qingshan

Cultivation Stage: None

Level: 0

Innate Talent Level: 2

…

Name: Lu Qingyu

Cultivation Stage: None

Level: 0

Innate Talent Level: 1

…

“So, we are three wastrels, huh?”

Lu Qingfeng cast the Celestial Eye and inspected the Level, Cultivation Stage, and Innate Talent Levels of both Lu Qingshan and Lu Qingyu.

The regular Celestial Eye could only inspect a target’s Cultivation Stage. Lu Qingfeng’s Celestial Eye had been enhanced twice and was able to look into one’s Innate Talent Level also. It would be a top-notch tool if he were to use it to recruit disciples.

Of the two:

Despite having cultivated in the Truth Sect for a few months, Lu Qingshan had not yet achieved any attainments in cultivation and was still at level 0. His Innate Talent Level was 2, not too much better than Lu Qingfeng’s. Level 2 could be considered as a high one among wastrels.

Lu Qingyu, on the other hand, was even closer to her elder brother. They were both peerless wastrels rocking a Level 1 in Innate Talent Level.

Lu Qingfeng had made some observations back in Blackwood Village. The villagers’ Innate Talent Levels generally ranged from 0 to 1. Only very few were at Level 2, most probably fishes that had slipped through the Truth Sect’s net.

There was no doubt that the three siblings were born of the same parents. Their talents shared the same level of atrocity.

“But with ‘Primitive’ to help us, raising up one wastrel or three wastrels won’t make that much of a difference,” Lu Qingfeng said to himself.

“Hurry up and get to sleep then. Let’s wake up early tomorrow and start the learning!” Lu Qingyu could hardly wait as she dragged her elder brother and second brother into the wooden shack to sleep.

Lu Qingfeng sprinkled sulphur powder and powdered insect repellent around the wooden shack and pulled down a circle of vines to act as a warning sign before he took off his outer clothes, lay down, and logged into “Primitive”.

…

In real time, starting from the day Lu Qingfeng had visited Lu Qingshan, through their three days of preparation, and including today, a total of four days had passed.

However, 13 months had gone by in the game.

Lu Qingfeng was already 20 years old.

“The Fasting Pills I refined back in Blackwood Village are enough for me, Qingshan, and Qingyu for three months.”

“In terms of cultivation, I need to master the refinement of the Yellow Dragon Pill so that we may quickly improve our cultivation stages in reality. I must also learn to master the refinement of pills that are capable of recovering one’s inner Chi and those that can heal or control one’s wounds within a short period of time.”

“Palm and Fist techniques are, after all, no match for the sharpness of weapons, especially in the Fetal Phase. I have Wu Yuan’s Nine-ringed Blade. I can cultivate in the way of the sword as a backup strength.

“Besides, I must also place talisman drawing on my agenda. Inside a dense forest, wild beasts may attack at any time. Drawing a large number of talismans is of the utmost priority.”

“As for Tool Refining, its requirements for the various infrastructures and materials are also important. I can leave that for last.”

In the Bluestone Tablet, Lu Qingfeng contemplated his subsequent plans.

Away from Blackwood Village, the 100-fold time difference could finally shine.

This was because, aside from two hours of necessary training, Lu Qingfeng could spend all of his time in the game.

One day in reality was 100 days in the game.

From this day onward…

Lu Qingfeng was in the Bluestone Tablet every day, refining Fasting Pills and Yellow Dragon Pills. Also, by paying a not at all small price, he found the pill recipes for the Rejuvenating Pill, Nourishing Pill, and the Incense Pill.

In this way, he had the recipes of six kinds of pill: Fasting Pill, Yellow Dragon Pill, Spirit Cleansing Powder, Rejuvenating Pill, Nourishing Pill, and Incense Pill.

There was no need to elaborate on the efficacy of the Fasting Pill and the Yellow Dragon Pill.

The Spirit Cleansing Powder appeared in Deciphering Medicines upon its third elevation. It was a rare poison-curing medicine of the Fetal Phase.

The Rejuvenating Pill was a low-level pill that could restore one’s inner Chi.

The Nourishing Pill had miraculous effects on both external and internal injuries.

Lastly, the Incense Pill was a poison. The poisoned one could not drive their inner Chi, because it would quickly trigger the poison’s attack. There was no way to completely cure this poison. Once triggered, as long as one remained in the Fetal Phase, one couldn’t escape the fate of having weakened limbs and being at the mercy of just about anyone.

This was how Lu Qingfeng prepared in case the aces of the Truth Sect showed up.

The two Incense Pills that he refined in reality would perhaps yield some unexpected gains.

And so…

Time flew by.

…

Pill Refining was no easy task.

In the beginning, Lu QIngfeng only knew how to refine Fasting Pills. He would use the capital that he earned from the Fasting Pill’s profit to support his practice in the five other pills, which was quite strenuous.

This situation lasted for a whole five years.

After five years, he was finally able to master the refinement of the Yellow Dragon Pill, and, as a result, he had greatly improved his situation.

Similar to his Fasting Pills, his recipe for the Yellow Dragon Pills in Deciphering Medicines had been enhanced two times and had efficacies that were better than the regular pills. Within five years, Lu Qingfeng had enhanced Deciphering Medicines another two times.

Whether it was the Fasting Pill or the Yellow Dragon Pill, their efficacy and quality were once again improved, forming a massive gap with those of ordinary pills.

With a second knockout product, Lu Qingfeng’s income surged, and the amount of practice he could have with the four remaining pills was greatly increased.

Unfortunately, the morning sun never lasts for an entire day.

On the third day after he’d mastered the Yellow Dragon Pill, which was the 21st day after the three siblings had escaped Blackwood Village, their traces were finally discovered!

“Big Brother, wake up, someone’s coming!”

Lu Qingfeng was in a fake sleep. His consciousness sank within “Primitive” as he was in the process of conquering the refinement of Incense Pills.

Feeling the movement in reality, he immediately went offline.

When he opened his eyes, he saw five burly men wielding small swords charging at him. Lu Qingyu was standing beside him, shaking his arm with an anxious look on her face. Lu Qingshan was holding a small sword in his hands, standing in front of the two of them in a confrontation.

“Qingshan, protect Qingyu, leave them to me!”

Lu Qingfeng’s eyes flashed as he cast his Celestial Eye. He found that the strongest among the five was only at Level 2 of the Fetal Phase. He picked up the Nine-ringed Blade that was lying next to him in an off-hand manner, thrust himself up on his feet, and charged directly into the five people.

“Be careful, Qingfeng!”

Lu Qingshan slowly backed off as he reminded him anxiously.

Lu Qingfeng didn’t respond but stared at the five people intently.

“You little sh*t, you’re not gonna try to face the five of us, are you?”

The rough, burly man who was their leader put on a savage look.

They had been ordered to go deep into the mountains to search for the whereabouts of the three siblings. After so long, they had become extremely annoyed. Little did they know that they would bump into them today. If they could capture the three of them alive, they would receive a generous reward from the Truth Sect.

They were all formal disciples with no potential. If they could seize this opportunity to propel themselves one step ahead, that would naturally be a great advantage for them.

Thinking of this, the burly man clenched the sword in his hand and charged toward Lu Qingfeng.

“Blade of Doom!”

He abruptly unleashed his sword technique.

This was the most common sword technique in the Truth Sect. It had a great area of effect and contained great power. In the past, Wu Yuan had used this exact sword technique to deal with Lu Qingfeng’s Fireball technique.

The reflection from the blade was glittering!

The five men all waved their blades at Lu Qingfeng.

“Do not kill him!”

The burly man who was their leader was still thinking about the Truth Sect’s demands and worrying that they would kill Lu Qingfeng by mistake.

“Don’t kill me?”

Lu Qingfeng sneered at them, and his body’s movements became erratic like a ghost. He was using the Shifting Steps!

All they could make out was something flashing across their eyes, and, immediately after, Lu Qingfeng was gone.

And after that…

The dazzling rays reflected from his blade glistened, and a boisterous shout erupted under the clear blue sky:

“Mantle Sword Style!”

Great momentum! Imposing force! One wave higher than another!

“Whaaatttt?!”

The burly man who was in the vanguard changed his expression drastically. Recognizing the might of this attack, he hurriedly raised his blade to parry it. His inner Chi at Level 2 of the Fetal Phase rapidly evolved and gathered in his hands in an attempt to resist the blow.

“Die!”

Lu Qingfeng focused his eyes and altered his footsteps!

Abruptly, a sword slashed down at a peculiar angle…

Ka-chk!

“No!”

Fear cropped up on the face of the burly man in Level 2 of the Fetal Phase. With his eyes wide open, the Nine-ringed Blade made a direct slash at his face. He collapsed and died.

Clang, clang, clang!

The other four guys from the Truth Sect threw their swords. Lu Qingfeng twisted around, randomly waved the Nine-ringed Blade in his hand, and intercepted the four small swords.

Exerting force, the Nine-ringed Blade continued to storm across toward them, slashing yet another three people.

Holding the Nine-ringed Blade in his hand, Lu Qingfeng was able to defeat all five of his opponents all by himself. Seeing that there was only one person left, Lu Qingfeng abruptly halted his offensive, rested the Nine-ringed Blade on that person’s shoulder, and asked in a deep voice, “Who sent you here? How many people are there on this mountain?”

With the blade at his neck, the only surviving person was horrified. He answered every question Lu Qingfeng hurled at him.

In a very short while…

As if pouring beans out of a bamboo tube, he made a clean breast of the entire situation.

“Please spare my life! I will not expose your movements!”

When the man was done confessing, he fell to his knees with a thud and begged for mercy.

Keeping the exact same expression, Lu Qingfeng swiped the Nine-ringed Blade across the man’s neck and gathered up all their five small swords before turning around.