Chapter 2, Brothers

In the words of Wang Meng, cultivation relies on spirituality and sensation

Wang Meng! Fierce | Male! A person destined to achieve great fame and to have his name inscribed in the Hall of Fame!

This is the treasure that Wang Meng purchased with all his personal savings and an additional debt of ten yuan

Who is he

After watching it five times and pondering for a while, Wang Meng began his dedicated training. Since he had decided to do it, he would do it earnestly

The Peiyuan Gong, as the name suggests, is a foundational practice aimed at strengthening one's essence. It serves as an introductory method for novice practitioners. While cultivation can indeed lead to powers that surpass those of ordinary individuals, it is equally fraught with danger

Wang Meng's family lives outside Leiguang City. His parents are both farmers, living each day sincerely and diligently. They are quite pleased that their son possesses the fate of a cultivator, but they are not overly excited. His parents only wish for Wang Meng to live healthily and happily, to do what he wants to do, as happiness is the most important thing. Having more does not necessarily equate to happiness, yet they support Wang Meng.

Zhang Xiaojiang could hardly believe that the person before him was his buddy Wang Meng

At the age of sixteen, possessing a natural fate mark of the second level without any martial arts is quite reasonable. It would be quite beneficial to join a small sect or school, but gaining entry into the Holy Hall presents a significant challenge. Nevertheless, Wang Meng is determined to enter the Holy Hall.

However, improper cultivation methods and random combinations of diagrams and texts can easily lead to deviation from the path, resulting in quite tragic outcomes; at best, one may become incapacitated, and at worst, it could cost one’s life

The reality is that the council of elders responsible for selection is giving those eliminated individuals with certain characteristics another chance, offering a foundational cultivation technique with a training period of one month. After one month, based on the results, outstanding candidates will be selected. This is the final opportunity; if one fails this time, they can only participate in the selection again after three years. By then, Wang Meng will be nineteen years old, with no close family ties and no affection from relatives. At that time, he would have to address a group of teenagers as senior brothers and sisters, which makes Wang Meng feel uneasy. This is the final opportunity; if one fails this time, they can only participate in the selection again after three years. By then, Wang Meng will be nineteen years old, with no close family ties and no affection from relatives. At that time, he would have to address a group of teenagers as senior brothers and sisters, which makes Wang Meng feel uneasy.

It was only during the preliminary selection that one realized the abundance of geniuses around. Moreover, the Sword Sect, which Wang Meng aimed to enter, was among the most sought-after. Candidates either possessed a natural fate mark of level five or above, or had exceptional talents or considerable connections within their sects. During the initial selection, the youngest candidate was merely ten years old, a descendant of a certain cultivation family, with a natural fate mark of level six. Those with slightly less confidence could truly be crushed to the point of despair.

"Mirror, mirror, who is the most talented practitioner in this world?" Wang Meng asked solemnly

It is not as complicated as imagined; Wang Meng could almost grasp it at a glance. In fact, it merely instructs practitioners on how to utilize primordial energy. The two layers of life marks can enhance strength.

Zhang Xiaojiang looked at the wall, which was pockmarked and covered in blood, and then at Wang Meng's hand. The flesh of the stout man couldn't help but tremble slightly. "There's no need to torment yourself like this. In a lifetime, we are two brothers. I've got your back. Whoever dares to bully you, I'll shoot off his little chicken!"

If there are three life marks, the simplest spell can be formed. Just thinking of this made Wang Meng feel a surge of heat throughout his body, and he no longer felt pain in his fists

The morning is always filled with determination for Wang Meng, as a new day begins. The coming month will be crucial in determining victory or defeat

Wang Meng asked him to call him out of seclusion at this time. In order to remain focused, Wang Meng brought nothing but food.

The chubby boy opened his mouth and said, "Dude, Meng, you’re almost turning into a wild man. This hairstyle is really impressive. What do you think? Is there any improvement?"

Wang Meng gazed intently at the mirror, a treasure he had unearthed from a street vendor for fifty dollars, possessing only one function, yet it was remarkably magical

The purpose of cultivation is quite simple: to enhance the level of fate marks and to master the methods of utilizing them. The more fate marks one possesses, the better, especially after reaching level 10. With each additional level, the combinations of fate marks increase exponentially, allowing for more complex and powerful forces to be harnessed

Wang Meng ran his fingers through his disheveled hair, shaking his head helplessly, "Still at the second level, Zhang Xiaopang, is my talent really lacking?"

The heart-protecting mirror shimmered with a layer of fine light, and a clear, melodious voice rang out: "Wang Meng, without a doubt, is Wang Meng!"

Wang Meng, carrying his specialized training tools, arrived at the back mountain not far from home to begin his "seclusion." Here lies his exclusive cultivation cave... In fact, it is just a pit, completely empty. This was a place Wang Meng found for himself after realizing he had developed a life mark. When it comes to cultivation, one must have a somewhat decent territory.

There is no doubt that Wang Meng decided to fight with his back against the water

Wang Meng's method is very simple and straightforward, even somewhat brutal. He punches the stone wall, using his elemental energy with each punch, striking one after another until his energy is exhausted. According to the theory of the cultivation technique, the continuous process of consumption and regeneration can solidify the life mark, while also potentially giving rise to new life marks.

Of course, Wang Meng need not worry about this at all. There are only two life marks, and it is impossible to combine them. The cultivation methods below the fifth level are extremely tedious and monotonous. The so-called Peiyuan Gong involves repeatedly using life marks to perform the simplest attacks with primordial energy, serving as a foundational practice.

In the final days, Wang Meng felt a bit anxious himself, but he still suppressed his unease and persevered in his training, believing that to achieve success, one must have self-confidence

Classmate Wang Meng opened his mouth wide and repeated: "Wang Meng is undoubtedly Wang Meng"

However, for Wang Meng, this is undoubtedly a manual; it is his first encounter with the correct method of utilizing primordial energy

The prerequisite for cultivation is possessing a life mark. The life mark is the root of a cultivator. Under the nourishment of vital energy, a portion of individuals will naturally develop this bestowed ability. Having a life mark is fundamental for absorbing and utilizing vital force. Whether in combat, crafting items, or forming arrays, everything is inscribed with the life mark and output through vital force, of course, it must also be combined with the correct methods

Wang Meng carefully took out a mirror-like object, the Heart-Guarding Mirror, a low-level item that can be used by anyone with a life mark. It possesses a certain level of defense, but it is obvious that it is a cheap product

In a certain area on the outskirts of Thunder City, a dull thudding sound can be heard every day. Yet, in such a remote place, who would care?

Zhang Xiaopang immediately gave a thumbs up, "Awesome!"

A good start is half the success, let's begin the sprint

A month can be considered neither long nor short, but for some individuals, it is undoubtedly enough to be tedious and torturous

Bang ~ ~

Zhang Xiaopang received a resounding blow to his forehead, "Get lost, with you around, what can I achieve? Let's go, no matter what, I have emerged from seclusion. Even if I can't enter the Sacred Hall this year, I can return with Lao He and Tushuzi in three years. A genius, no matter how old, is still a genius"

The vitality of Thunderlight City is quite good. Wang Meng, a native of the area, is currently at the second level of the Fate Mark stage, which means he possesses two Fate Marks. The more Fate Marks one has, the greater the capacity to store vitality, allowing for a wider variety of usage methods, and naturally, becoming stronger.

The Sanctuary is a sacred place for every practitioner. Undoubtedly, studying and practicing in the Sanctuary is unparalleled compared to any other location. The Leiguang City area is exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, which is why it is fortunate to have a branch of the Sanctuary here. Every year during the enrollment period, it is inevitably crowded with people. In the preliminary selection, Wang Meng's defeat was within his expectations.

It is normal for such situations to be dismissed. Fortunately, Wang Meng is very persistent and possesses a big heart. After encountering various young people, he has become even more resolute in his confidence to enter the Sanctuary. If he is to do something, he aims to do it to the best of his ability. If he cannot enter the Sanctuary, his life will essentially descend into a state of mediocrity, merely waiting for death.

Wang Meng's personality is very different from that of his parents; internally, he seems to have a fire burning within him. Since childhood, he has been restless, and fighting has been a common occurrence. Life is not about its length, but it must be lived passionately and vigorously. Entering the sanctuary and finding a larger stage is his happiness

The first attempt to storm the Holy Hall of Thunderlight ended in failure, but this did not dampen Wang Meng's fighting spirit in the slightest

Wang Meng almost sprang out of bed and quickly finished washing up.