Traversing countless worlds from the primordial era

Chapter 13 Yellow Maple Valley, Recruiting Foundation Establishment Cultivators (Please recommend and add to your favorites!)

"Daoist Master, do you know Fellow Daoist Lei's opponent?" Wu Jiuzhi asked hurriedly.

Master Qingwen nodded solemnly: "I happen to know this person. He comes from the Feng family of Yangcheng and is named Feng Changwu. He is a cultivator at the eleventh level of Qi Refining."

"The Feng family, could they be a family of cultivators?" Wu Jiuzhi asked.

Master Qingwen said, "The Feng family is a small family. I heard that the Feng family's ancestor was a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but he has long since passed away. The Feng family should currently have someone at the thirteenth level of Qi Refining, but no one has ever seen him. I didn't expect that the Feng family would actually send him to participate in the Ascension Conference this time. It seems that they are determined to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. Fellow Daoist Lei is in danger."

Upon hearing this, Hu Pinggu unconsciously smiled. She and Lei Ming originally had no conflict, but because of some words, it seemed as if they had become enemies. Especially after Lei Ming revealed his strength, the bearded man apologized to Lei Ming on her behalf, which made her feel uncomfortable.

"He's so young, and physical cultivators have the slowest cultivation speed. He's already barely managing to reach the tenth level of Qi Refining, so he can't possibly be a match for someone at the eleventh level. Unless he joins a sect and obtains a Foundation Establishment Pill, he won't be able to establish his foundation. In the end, he'll just be a minor Qi Refining cultivator like us," Hu Pinggu thought to herself.

Her husband, Big Beard, shook his head upon seeing this. As a Daoist partner, how could he not know what Hu Pinggu was thinking?

Lei Ming hadn't expected that his opponent in the final round would be someone he knew.

"It's you?" Feng Changwu was also surprised. He had been on another arena and hadn't paid attention to Lei Ming's battle.

Feng Changwu was the middle-aged man who had mocked Lei Ming when they entered the valley. He was the third son of the Feng family and had come specifically to participate in the Ascension Conference. Feng Changwu had been preparing for this conference for 20 years.

Since the death of their patriarch, the Feng family has not produced a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Twenty years ago, the current patriarch of the Feng family chose Feng Changwu and devoted the entire family's resources to nurturing him, with the aim of helping him obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.

The impoverished Feng family is actually somewhere between a cultivation family and a rogue cultivator family, but Feng Changwu, who takes it upon himself to revitalize the family, hates it most when others say they are rogue cultivators, and he also looks down on rogue cultivators the most.

Upon seeing that his opponent was Lei Ming, Feng Changwu's face turned extremely ugly. At the same time, he resented his elders in his heart for bringing him such an opponent.

Facing Lei Ming, Feng Changwu gritted his teeth and took out a stack of spirit talismans from his storage bag. Although he was arrogant, he was not a brainless person. Lei Ming was able to get to where he was now with the strength of the seventh level of Qi Refining, and he certainly couldn't have relied on luck alone.

Upon seeing Feng Changwu act this way, the spectators below erupted in uproar. A Qi Refining eleventh level cultivator was facing off against a Qi Refining seventh level cultivator, and he actually had to use a spirit talisman.

But those who had actually witnessed Lei Ming's battle secretly nodded in agreement with Feng Changwu's approach.

Lei Ming's expression remained unchanged; he didn't have much affection for Feng Changwu.

As soon as the formation was deactivated, Feng Changwu immediately chanted an incantation and slapped a talisman onto his body. Golden light shone brightly from his body, and a golden shield suddenly appeared.

"It's a Vajra Talisman, Fellow Daoist Lei is in danger," Master Qingwen murmured.

Feng Changwu used the Vajra Talisman and then unleashed several more talismans, instantly creating a fierce wind on the arena that blinded Lei Ming. Several fiery serpents flickered within the wind, coiling towards Lei Ming. Lei Ming strode towards Feng Changwu, channeling his inner energy to form an almost transparent defensive shield. The magical power released by the talismans struck the shield, having little effect.

Thunder's defense is too strong; even Qi Refining stage spells can't break through it!

"What a pity." The three arena hosts gathered together, and the first one said.

"What's there to regret? He only managed to reach the eleventh level of Qi Refining by relying on pills. Even if he got a Foundation Establishment Pill, he still wouldn't be able to establish his foundation." Another younger Foundation Establishment cultivator sneered.

Both believed that Lei Ming would win.

"This body-refining cultivator is indeed quite interesting. It's obvious that he hasn't specifically practiced body-refining techniques; his strength is entirely due to his talent," the last Foundation Establishment cultivator chuckled.

"It seems Brother Chang is somewhat interested in him." The Foundation Establishment cultivator who spoke first glanced at him.

The cultivator surnamed Chang smiled and said nothing more.

Feng Changwu's talismans did cause Lei Ming some trouble, but Lei Ming managed to withstand them. He charged left and right within the formation, while Feng Changwu constantly dodged and unleashed spells. The battle between the two was truly breathtaking.

In the end, Feng Changwu was defeated. He was not injured by the thunder, but by the exhaustion of his spiritual power.

Feng Changwu was only at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and his spiritual power was limited.

"If I had known earlier, I would never have brought you into the valley," Feng Changwu said unwillingly.

Lei Ming's expression remained unchanged: "Are you admitting defeat?"

Feng Changwu said dejectedly, "I admit defeat."

Feng Changwu conceded defeat, and Lei Ming gained the qualification to enter the Immortal Sect and obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill. Moreover, he obtained this qualification by defeating someone at the eleventh level of Qi Refining, and everyone respected him greatly.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist Lei, on your potential Foundation Establishment!" As soon as Lei Ming stepped off the arena, Daoist Qingwen and the others immediately rushed to greet him, their attitude far more respectful than before. Previously, Lei Ming was merely a powerful Qi Refining stage body cultivator, but now he was a potential Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"I must thank all of you fellow Daoists for your support," Lei Ming said calmly.

"When Fellow Daoist Lei successfully establishes his foundation, don't forget about us," Wu Jiu said, pointing.

Lei Ming smiled without saying a word.

A quarter of an hour later, all the battles were over, and the seventy victors returned to the arena. Afterward, all the spectators were asked to leave, and the deacons from the seven major immortal sects met with Lei Ming and his group.

The seven major immortal sects are the Hidden Moon Sect, Yellow Maple Valley, Spirit Beast Mountain, Pure Void Sect, Blade Transformation Valley, Heavenly Palace Fortress, and Giant Sword Sect. Among these sects, the Hidden Moon Sect is the strongest, followed closely by Spirit Beast Mountain. The other sects are all of similar strength, with no significant disparity in strength.

"Fellow Daoists, have you decided which immortal sect you wish to join?" one of the winners asked in a low voice. Although they were strangers, as fellow winners, they had developed a certain mutual understanding.

"My elders have a past with the spirit beasts, so it's natural for me to join the spirit beast sect."

"Since the Hidden Moon Sect is the strongest, I should naturally join the Hidden Moon Sect."

"But there are too many women in the Hidden Moon Sect..."

"Isn't it good to have more women? It would be easier to find a Daoist partner that way."

Lei Ming listened to these people chatting without saying a word; he had already decided to join Huangfeng Valley.

Lei Ming had no particular feelings towards the Seven Great Immortal Sects; he joined Huangfeng Valley to get closer to Han Li. Han Li was the protagonist of "A Record of a Mortal's Journey to Immortality," blessed with good fortune and constantly encountering extraordinary events, so getting closer to him couldn't hurt.

Thunder, originating from the primordial era, was well aware of the preciousness of destiny.

According to the rules of the seven major immortal sects, each sect can recruit ten people. The Hidden Moon Sect and Spirit Beast Mountain are both powerful, attracting many applicants, but unfortunately, the number of spots is limited. Yellow Maple Valley is nothing special, so Lei Ming doesn't need to compete with others.

Just as Lei Ming was about to join Huangfeng Valley, the Foundation Establishment cultivator surnamed Chang suddenly walked over.

"Greetings, Uncle Chang," the steward of Huangfeng Valley said hastily, and Lei Ming also bowed.

The cultivator surnamed Chang looked at Lei Ming and asked, "Young friend, would you be interested in joining the Giant Sword Sect?"

Lei Ming was stunned; he hadn't expected the other party to take the initiative to recruit him.

"I'm sorry, senior, I've already made up my mind to join Huangfeng Valley." Lei Ming shook his head and refused without hesitation.

The cultivator surnamed Chang smiled and said, "My Giant Sword Sect and Yellow Maple Valley are of similar strength. Young friend, you might want to consider it. With my help, joining the Giant Sword Sect will make your cultivation path much smoother."

The more the other party tried to recruit him, the more wary Lei Ming became. There is no such thing as love without a reason in this world.

"Thank you for your kindness, senior, but I have already made my decision," Lei Ming said.

The cultivator surnamed Chang's expression changed drastically, and his powerful aura pressed down on Lei Ming.

"Are you really sure? I advise you to think it over again," the cultivator surnamed Chang threatened in a low voice.

"Seniors, isn't it your own choice to join a sect during the Ascension Ceremony? Does anyone have the right to force someone to do that?" Lei Ming was not afraid of the other party's threat and immediately shouted loudly. The other two Foundation Establishment cultivators had pretended not to see it, but now that Lei Ming had exposed them, they had no choice but to come over.

"Fellow Daoist Chang, let's leave it at that," one person advised.

The cultivator surnamed Chang hadn't expected Lei Ming to be so bold. He could only snort coldly, flick his sleeves, and leave. The other two Foundation Establishment cultivators also glanced at Lei Ming with sympathy before leaving as well.

"I didn't expect trouble to come looking for me when I wasn't looking for it," Lei Ming muttered to himself, watching the other person's retreating figure. "So what if he's a Foundation Establishment cultivator..."

(End of this chapter)