"But I've transmigrated! Although my current identity is just the son of a wealthy merchant, my parents have sent me to study under a cultivator!"
Jiang Wenxin thought to himself, "Even if my master is only at the Nascent Soul stage, far inferior to the Mahayana stage or immortals in those novels, the Nascent Soul stage is still very strong; he can live at least a thousand years!"
He met his master, Bai Fengzi, who appeared to be an ordinary old man. But Jiang Wen knew in his heart: this is what a true master looks like!
Although this master reeked of alcohol, was always unreliable, and walked with a limp, Jiang Wen knew—a Nascent Soul cultivator could pierce through hundreds of miles with a single sword strike, aiming straight for his target's head!
[Then, Jiang Wen discovered that this sect was actually very small, covering less than one square kilometer, only half the size of his old neighborhood before he transmigrated.]
"There's nothing strange about it; this is standard practice for reclusive immortal sects."
【you:"……"】
[I didn't mean anything by it; you're just curious about his reaction after learning the truth.]
[Jiang Wen joined the sect only an hour ago, yet he successfully sensed the inner energy based on the cultivation method. Even his master, Bai Fengzi, praised him as a prodigy, saying he had the potential to surpass him, the old man, and reach the Nascent Soul or even the Void Refinement realm.]
[In just the third hour, after drinking the specially prepared cultivation aid, Jiang Wen reached the first level of Qi Refining, able to sense an extremely faint flow of energy within his body.]
Although extremely weak, its total energy release is probably equivalent to an ordinary person exhaling a breath.
But the little boy was quite satisfied, after all, he had never experienced anything like this before.
Jiang Wen wasn't disappointed at all: "That's how cultivation works. Qi Refining is just the foundation, let alone just the first level of Qi Refining. Naturally, you'll be incredibly weak. You'll only gradually show your strength in the later stages!"
[You, standing by and watching the drama unfold, say: "Wrong. I once encountered a Qi Refining Level 1 expert who was incredibly strong; he could easily blast a building apart."]
"Furthermore... you're not even at the first level of Qi Refining, and your master isn't at the Nascent Soul stage. You're not cultivators at all. There are no 'extraordinary cultivators' on this continent."
Yun Shou: "..."
"It feels like this B in the simulation is watching the simulation and making sarcastic comments at the same time."
[In the afternoon, Jiang Wen was diligently cultivating, not even accompanying his master to meet his fellow disciples. Just as he was about to break through to the second level of Qi Refining, he heard a loud bang, and the gates of the Haoyue Sect were violently pushed open.]
He saw a young girl in a blue Taoist robe burst in, shouting, "Master, it's terrible! Senior Brother has lost money gambling again and was beaten badly by the members of the Knife Tiger Gang. He's almost dead! Master, you must go and save him!"
"That good-for-nothing brat!" Bai Fengzi threw down his wine jug and roared, "He's utterly useless! As a member of our Daoist sect, he's not even as diligent as his newly initiated junior brother, and spends all his time causing trouble!"
"He even neglected his cultivation, which led to him being taught a lesson by those gang thugs. He couldn't even escape. Alas, Wen Daozi, come with me."
Jiang Wen nodded repeatedly. Wen Daozi was his Daoist name. He followed behind his master and the young female senior sister.
The three of them started running downhill together, and because it was downhill, they ran very fast.
Jiang Wen was initially puzzled as to why a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't use magic to carry him and his senior sister across, but his confusion was quickly resolved.
"Master, hurry up!" the young female senior sister urged. "If we don't get there soon, our eldest senior brother will probably be beaten half to death again, with broken bones and tendons!"
"I know, that kid needs to be taught a lesson!"
Bai Fengzi snorted coldly, then cast a spell, pointing to the new disciple behind him: "Qingfeng Ruyi Escape Technique!"
Jiang Wen suddenly felt his body become lighter, and his legs became stronger, as if he were moving with the wind. His running speed increased by 20% in an instant.
Bai Fengzi didn't use any escape techniques on himself; he simply ran faster. His senior sister also quickened her pace. It seemed that the escape techniques she had used earlier were to help her disciple keep up with the group.
Jiang Wen: "I can understand. Senior Brother went too far. Master said he would use escape techniques, but he only slightly accelerated my speed. We still need to teach Senior Brother a lesson."
However, a question lingered in his mind. After the three of them had run for seven or eight miles and were approaching the outline of the city wall in the distance, Jiang Wen finally couldn't help but ask the question.
"Master...Senior Brother, what is his cultivation level?"
Jiang Wen tentatively asked, "Is it the third or fourth level of Qi Refining?"
The senior sister glanced at him and said, "It's Foundation Establishment."
Jiang Wen: "Oh, Foundation Establishment, it's Foundation Establishment."
"Actually, this can also be explained. That senior brother gambled every day, or indulged in rich food and drink, which weakened his body."
"Although he's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, he hasn't cultivated for many years, which has hollowed out his original foundation and nearly destroyed his magical power. It's understandable that he can't defeat those strong and burly thugs!"
Jiang Wen thought to himself, "Moreover, that thug must also know martial arts, making him ten times stronger than an ordinary person. In addition, Senior Brother lost the bet and was in the wrong. Although he is a gambler, he was already prepared to be beaten to death, so he dispersed his magic power to protect himself and let those thugs beat him up!"
"Yes, that's it." He nodded inwardly.
[Otherwise what? A Foundation Establishment cultivator getting beaten up by a few thugs, could it be because they couldn't win?]
[The junior sister, sensing his earlier off-key tone, gave a coquettish snort: "Don't think we're scared. It's just that there are a lot of gang members, seven or eight of them!"]
"Even though I, your senior sister, have already condensed my Golden Core, I can't possibly deal with so many people all at once!"
[Boom boom boom boom boom!]
[Struck by lightning!]
Jiang Wen couldn't remember what he had heard; he just followed his master and senior sister blankly, running and running.
[I arrived in the city, bewildered.]
[He watched blankly as his master rescued his eldest brother, who had been beaten to a pulp, from a group of thugs.]
[He watched blankly as his master fought back and forth with seven or eight thugs, ultimately gaining the upper hand by using the "Thousand-Mile Dust Smoke Technique" to confuse them.]
He watched blankly as his master exchanged several blows with the self-proclaimed Martial King leader, the resulting shockwaves sending fallen leaves flying three meters away. A round leaf, about the size of a coin, smacked against his face.
Jiang Wen: I feel despair for this world.
[With the Nascent Soul stage cultivator reduced to this state, how much stronger could it possibly be, even for a Mahayana cultivator or an immortal?]
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