Chapter 3: There is a talent called perseverance

Early the next morning, the two arrived at the St. Hall Thunder Branch. Looking at the disciples of the St. Hall dressed in distinctive white robes, Wang Meng felt a surge of envy.

"The sword, the Sword Sect, has really entered? The fat man is still a bit dazed, as if in a dream"

Perhaps in three years, it will truly be Zhang Xiaojiang supporting him. Wang Meng felt a bit despondent in his heart, but he quickly adjusted his mindset. It is also good that his brother has a bright future, and he still has time; hard work can change everything

Damn it, Zhang Xiaopang, you've gained some skills since joining the Arrow Sect. Don't run away; today I'm going to help you loosen your bones and lose weight. Stop right there, don't run!

Upon thinking about entering the sanctuary, Wang Meng, however, cannot. The chubby figure in the dream clenches his plump little fist and mumbles, "Meng Ge, you said you would take me to dominate the sanctuary, to have all the beautiful girls. Ugh, Hu Jing's legs are so beautiful, I really want to touch them."

Wang Meng lay awake, unable to sleep; tomorrow would be the moment that determined his fate. Deep down, he had never been one to concede defeat.

Wang Meng let out a loud roar and charged outside. There were still many people waiting outside, looking at the exuberant Wang Meng with a variety of expressions on their faces, including envy, jealousy, anxiety, and concern

Upon returning to the Leiguang urban area that day, Wang Meng and Zhang Xiaojiang truly indulged in a grand drunken revelry. The chubby one had little to say; as a close friend, he understood that Wang Meng had aspired to enter the Holy Hall since childhood. He worked harder than anyone else, yet sometimes fate truly enjoys playing tricks on people. He was unexpectedly marked by the fourth layer of fate. If it were possible, the chubby one genuinely wished he could swap places with Wang Meng.

The second layer of the life mark appears too ordinary in the sanctuary, relegating one to the role of a servant

Elder Fu Zong smiled and said, "However, you are quite something, allowing someone with a second-level fate mark to enter the Sword Sect in the re-examination. It is inevitable that some will say you are just seeking attention"

The elder with the long beard on the left glanced at Wang Meng and said, "Try throwing a punch."

Wang Meng has thought it through clearly, with a very definite goal. Even if it does not work out this year, he will practice on his own for three years, as he has the support of the insider, the fat man.

In the room sat two elders of the sanctuary, clearly of a higher rank than those in the initial trial, as each of them bore four golden sword star insignias on their chests, a mark that can only be attained after reaching the tenth level of the fate mark.

"Cultivation is, after all, something only a fool would do"

The two elders exchanged a glance, a faint smile appearing on their faces. "How have you been over the past month?"

Wang Meng took a moment to steady his breath, then walked in with his head held high and chest out

Wang Meng's body suddenly stiffened, and he turned around in disbelief, his mouth agape as he pointed at himself. He felt that being eliminated was also normal, after all, he had obtained the cultivation method and had practiced diligently for a month without any progress

The elder on the right, judging by the sharpness of his gaze, was clearly an archer. He coldly asked, "Oh? Quite a bold statement. My question is, what is the most important thing in cultivation?"

At midnight, two people returned to Zhang Xiaojiang's house, with their arms around each other's shoulders. This house was a gift from Zhang Xiaojiang's father, a reward for the Fatty's entry into the sanctuary. It is said that there were several grand banquets for guests, and if a wealthy family had a practitioner, it would further enhance their prestige and status.

Sword Sect, I have arrived!

Wang Meng's hand was tightly clenched, he took a deep breath and bowed. He knew that without significant improvement, merely shouting slogans would be futile, but he would definitely return in three years!

Before it was even set up, the little chubby guy lifted it up. "Damn, Meng Ge, I admire you even more now. You can enter the Sword Sect with a second-level life mark; even a sow can climb a tree!"

The bearded elder of the Sword Sect, named Xu Huang, looked at the punch left by Wang Meng on the testing wall and couldn't help but shake his head and laugh: "So there really are such fools in the world"

Outside, there are still hundreds of people waiting in line for the retest, and the time feels very long. Wang Meng and the chubby guy did not speak, as the atmosphere was too oppressive. It was not just them; everyone felt the same way.

"Talent," Wang Meng said succinctly.

As soon as he gets into bed, the chubby boy snores loudly. The little chubby boy is very happy; he feels that life is good as it is, sneaking a peek at beautiful women bathing with Wang Meng, fighting together, and being chased through the streets, all of which bring him great joy

Watching the candidates emerge with their heads down, some even in tears, the chubby one became increasingly anxious. In contrast, Wang Meng remained calm; the more critical the moment, the more composed he became

Just as Wang Meng was about to leave, the bearded elder suddenly said, "Kid, don't forget to report to the Sword Sect in three days."

The two brothers swiftly ran away amidst the various envy and resentment of the crowd

According to the Peiyuan skill, through repeated practice, I aspire to enter the Sacred Hall Sword Sect

Wang Meng raised his head and puffed out his chest, loudly stating his goals; he believed this was not something to be ashamed of

Zhang Xiaopang immediately received a slap on the forehead, "Damn, you always thought I had no hope, huh"

The Sword Sect is undoubtedly the pride of the Holy Hall

In the eyes of ordinary people, a cathedral is top-tier, while everything else is considered subpar

"Cut it out, what do I care?" Xu Huang said nonchalantly

Immediately following, the drool of the fat person from m.hetushu.com soaked the pillow thoroughly

The gazes of the two individuals fell upon Wang Meng's hand, which was wrapped in bandages

Heaven and earth are indifferent, treating all things as mere fodder. Cultivation, in essence, is an act of defying the heavens to seize power and extend life; it is not something that a 'fool' would undertake.

Mao, you should celebrate your entry into the Sacred Arrow Sect; now there will be one more chubby sharpshooter among the archers!" Wang Meng laughed.

Cough, cough, it seems I accidentally let something slip. Meng Ge, we are brothers, let's get to the bottom of this. What benefits have the two elders provided you? Could it be beautiful women? No, that can't be right; even if it were beautiful women, they surely wouldn't be interested in you.

Throughout the entire day, only a few individuals passed the re-examination, and they were all from relatively obscure sects. While it cannot be said that there were none who entered the Sword Sect through the re-examination, they are indeed rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns

One hundred and thirty Wang Meng

The two of them left with their arms around each other's shoulders. Of course, before leaving, Wang Meng carefully tucked the handwritten copy of the Peiyuan Gong into his bosom. He cherished his first magical tool and his first technique.

The two examiners exchanged a glance and smiled lightly, the bearded elder waved his hand casually and said, "You may leave"

"So what talents do you have to show?" the elder with the long beard on the left asked with great interest

The overweight man was pacing back and forth at the door, even more anxious than Wang Meng. His back was already soaked with sweat, and before he could react, he was yanked up into the air by Wang Meng.

Celebrating Meng Ge's release

Wang Meng approached the testing wall steadily without hesitation, his bandaged hands striking the wall forcefully. During this period, he had exerted his utmost effort, feeling neither apprehensive nor regretful.

Persist! Wang Meng said decisively

The Peiyuan Gong is not intended to elevate the level of the life mark; its purpose is to enhance the stability of the life mark and to strengthen the output of primordial energy. However, Wang Meng focused solely on the level and overlooked this aspect.

Zhang Xiaojiang's parents are not practitioners either, but compared to Wang Meng, their family background is significantly better. However, this does not prevent the two from becoming close friends. The main reason is that when they were young, others would bully the chubby boy, and Wang Meng would always stand up for him. This childhood friendship is particularly special. Although Zhang Xiaojiang is overweight, his talent surpasses that of Wang Meng. He possesses a natural fate mark of four layers and directly entered the Arrow Sect of the Thunderlight Sacred Hall. It is said that he has excellent eyesight.

If I am to enter, I will only enter the Sword Sect! Wang Meng struck a super cool pose

The extent of Wang Meng's second-level fate mark is evident before such masters

Another elder of the Arrow Sect waved his hand impatiently, "Do not block the way, there are many people behind."

"Tonight, we will not return until we are drunk!" Wang Meng, who had regained his freedom, shouted boldly.