Although the situation has become somewhat depressing in recent years, most people continue to live their lives according to their normal routines.
Perhaps a truly disruptive disaster will occur in the future, but it will have no impact on most ordinary people.
An ordinary person's life is only a short hundred years or so, and a lifetime is only so long, so why think about such earth-shattering events?
Great things are left to the experts; they just need to live their lives honestly.
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Northern Territory.
Shouyang Mountain.
This is a small mountain in the Northern Region, surrounded by some not-so-prosperous towns. There are no major sects around, and the strongest one is only a second-rate sect, while most of the others are third- or fourth-rate sects.
Among them, there is a fourth-rate sect in Shouyang Mountain—the Shenxuan Sect!
The name sounds impressive, but the actual strength is rather lacking. The entire sect only has thirty-five members, and the sect leader, Chen Xuan, has reached the early stage of Breaking the Boundary, making him the strongest in the entire sect. The rest of the disciples are mostly at the Foundation Establishment stage, with even those at the Body Tempering stage being few and far between.
Such a sect has virtually no competitiveness. At most, it can only hunt wild animals and grow vegetables and fruits in the deep mountains and forests to be self-sufficient. The disciples who can join the sect are basically people with some talent who are not accepted by other sects. They cultivate together, hoping to one day achieve great success in their cultivation, just to comfort themselves.
Their final result is basically that after cultivation, they gain some power, improve their physical health, and strive to last longer.
There is only a very, very small chance that one can break through their own limits and embark on the true path of cultivation.
This is also their tragedy.
Meanwhile, within the Divine Profound Sect, a group of disciples were diligently cultivating.
"Give it your all, stand up straight, don't be all limp. Didn't you eat?"
In the simple training ground, Sect Master Chen Xuan was giving instructions to a dozen or so disciples.
Although he was the sect leader, Chen Xuan was actually not very old. He looked to be only in his thirties, and his physique was not particularly strong. Dressed in a white robe, he even had the demeanor of a frail scholar.
Most of the disciples in the training ground were young men and women in their early twenties, with handsome faces. They had only been cultivating for three to five years, and reaching the Foundation Establishment stage was already quite impressive.
The worst performer was a young boy with a somewhat thin face. He practiced boxing with the people next to him, but he was still limp and seemed to have no strength at all.
Chen Xuan saw this and couldn't help but walk over and say, "Bai Hao, look at what you're doing! Can't you put in some effort?"
This young man is indeed Bai Hao.
However, he is no longer the Bai Hao who knows history and is in the supreme realm, but has transformed into a disciple who has just entered the Divine Profound Sect, and is only a disciple in the early stage of Foundation Establishment.
"You have to punch like this. Your punches have to be fast, powerful, and accurate. That's how you make your punches powerful!" Chen Xuan held Bai Hao's fist and personally taught him how to punch.
"Yes, Sect Master!"
Bai Hao nodded and began to learn diligently according to Chen Xuan's method. He punched hard, keeping up with the speed, and even created a whistling gust of wind.
Seeing this, Chen Xuan nodded in satisfaction: "Yes, that's it. Keep practicing."
"This set of 'Mysterious Fist' is a style of boxing passed down from our ancestors. It has a history of nearly seven hundred years. Back then, my great-grandfather used this set of Mysterious Fist to defeat a real dragon. Its power was astonishing!" Chen Xuan couldn't help but begin to explain the glorious history of the Mysterious Fist, which drew admiration and amazement from the disciples in the courtyard.
"Wow, you once slew a real dragon! That's amazing!"
Chen Xuan enjoyed being surrounded by admiring gazes. He raised his head and said proudly:
"Otherwise, do you think that once you've mastered this Xuanquan style, even without true dragons, dealing with ordinary people won't be a problem? So, you must practice diligently and master this Xuanquan style, then no one will be able to bully you!"
"yes!"
The disciples responded loudly, their voices echoing throughout the entire mountain.
...
The morning practice session ends, which is lunchtime.
Chen Xuan and a few older disciples usually had lunch together at the Divine Profound Sect, with Bai Hao also helping out.
However, he wasn't the one in charge of cooking; instead, he was a handyman who gathered firewood. Every few days, he and another female disciple of similar age would go to the back mountain to collect some dry firewood to start a fire.
They're going to collect firewood today too.
The Shenxuan Sect was established deep in these mountains, and one of its greatest advantages was that there were almost no other sects competing for resources. Currently, the only threats to them were some wild beasts in the mountains.
However, the threat is not great. They are all at the Foundation Establishment stage now, and ordinary wild beasts can hardly threaten them.
"Senior sister, let's go." After picking up a few straw ropes from the backyard, Bai Hao said to a woman in white standing nearby.
The woman's name was Zhao Lin. She wore an elegant white dress and had delicate features. While not exceptionally beautiful, she was still quite striking. Moreover, her cultivation level was not low; she was at the late Foundation Establishment stage, ranking among the top in the entire Divine Profound Sect. She was the sect's senior disciple.
Normally, someone of her status wouldn't need to do such manual labor, but she insisted on helping. The reason she went to the back mountain to collect firewood was because there were wild animals there, and it would be safer to go with someone of higher cultivation level.
So she volunteered to collect firewood. Zhao Lin was mainly responsible for keeping an eye on wild animals, while Bai Hao was the main person in charge of carrying the firewood.
"Okay, let's go." Zhao Lin slung a basket over her shoulder, and the two began to walk towards the back of the mountain.
In the lush forest, the two walked along a path, surrounded by dense weeds and towering trees. The occasional clear chirping of birds echoed through the woods, weaving together a melody.
It's early autumn, and the leaves of some trees have already begun to turn yellow, while others remain lush and green.
“Let’s walk a little further in today. It’s autumn now, and we need to prepare firewood for winter. We don’t need to collect the nearby firewood for now,” Zhao Lin said, looking at a withered leaf falling from the sky.
Her voice was very gentle, like a big sister next door, which was very pleasant to listen to.
"Okay." Bai Hao nodded, having no objections.
The two walked deeper into the mountains, gradually venturing beyond their usual route. The path ahead was one they rarely traversed, and it was overgrown with weeds.
However, they were prepared. Bai Hao took a wood-chopping knife and walked ahead to clear the way, clearing away all the weeds along the way and carving out a path.
Upon arriving here, one can see a considerable amount of dry firewood around them, which has been piled up for quite some time. Bai Hao and his group had not been here before, nor had anyone else. Firewood was readily available everywhere.
"Let's do it here."
Zhao Lin said.
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