Chapter 3: Personal Disciplines

NOVEMBER 5, 2022~M1ZUSHI

Qi Feng was already far ahead. He has already walked two thousand three hundred and twenty-one steps. The elders in the hall couldn’t help but look at him. Their eyes were full of admiration: “This is a good young man. After training, he will be a strong man in the holy realm in the future, and he is expected to reach the reunification realm. Yue Xiuzhi, I think your disciple should also be determined.”

Yue Xiuzhi: “Wait a minute.”

The leader of Qianlan Peak sneered: “You can choose such good seedlings. Do you want to become a disciple of a fairy?”

This product is called Lu Fanyi. Although it looks cheap, it is actually a close friend of Yue Xiuzhi.

Yue Xiuzhi looks calm. He doesn’t seem to hear Lu Fanyi’s jokes. In fact, he is roasting in his heart——

You are right. The disciple I want to accept is also a fairy.

After a period of time, Qi Feng had already walked 3556 steps, while Pei Ming and the other two were about 2800 steps, and most of the remaining people were concentrated in more than 1000 steps.

At this time, some people in the hall began to pay attention to Pei Ming. The leader of Tianji Peak was surprised and said, “This little bun is good. Other leaders have accomplishments, but he has no accomplishments, and he can still enter the top five.”

“Yes, it seems that the talent is very high, and it is a piece of rough jade.” Other elders also said.

Lu Fanyi was also surprised: “Although he can’t compete with the Qi family boy, he is also a good young man. The Qi family boy came to Yue Xiuzhi, and I didn’t rob him, so I’ll accept this kid.”

Yue Xiuzhi raised his eyes, looked at Lu Fanyi, and said, “No, I’ll take this child.”

Lu Fanyi immediately got bored and said, “Are you stupid? Qi Feng, such a good young man, doesn’t want to compete with me instead?”

Fu Yuan also advised, “Xiuzhi, this is your first disciple, so you should think carefully.”

“Just wait and see.” After saying that, the Yue Xiuzhi stopped talking and focused on the image.

This must be watched carefully. After all, this is the only chance for the wolf cub to make a splash in recent years. When he is found to be unable to practice, he will be pitiful.

Pei Ming walked faster and faster, got rid of the other two people, and entered the ranks of the 3000, but Qi Feng was about to enter the 4000.

Pei Ming can’t see Qi Feng. He just focuses on his own way. The pressure around him is getting bigger and bigger, but he can still bear it, although he is a little hungry now.

Pei Ming suspects that he may not be too pressed to walk in the end, but be stunned by hunger.

He gritted his teeth, felt his empty stomach and continued to walk.

Qi Feng’s speed has slowed down at 5000 steps, but Pei Ming at 4000 steps is still getting faster and faster – because he is worried about being starved, so he wants to finish as soon as possible.

Finally, when Qi Feng reached the 6800 step, Pei Ming overtook him in Qi Feng’s disbelieving eyes.

At this time, it was evening, and six hours had passed since the beginning, but sleeping had nothing to do with these highly cultivated elders in the hall. Instead, they were very surprised to see Pei Ming’s little figure: “I didn’t expect that this boy should be so cunning. Xiuzhi’s vision is too accurate.”

Pei Ming was under increasing pressure, which gradually overshadowed his hunger. But he did not know how to be accepted by the immortal. He did not know that he was good enough, so he still tried his best to make progress step by step.

In the shocked eyes of the elders, Pei Ming stepped into the eighth millennium, which proves that he has at least the talent of eight veins, and according to his appearance, he has not reached the limit.

However, Qi Feng was still at more than 7000 steps, struggling with every step, as if he could fall at any time.

When Qi Feng finally stopped at 8231 steps and could no longer move forward, Pei Ming stepped onto the nine thousand steps.

Fu Yuan stood up in disbelief: “Nine pulse! This is a genius of nine pulse!”

The elders were also shocked and looked at each other, followed by a burst of ecstasy.

“This is God blessing our Jiuhuaxiao!”

They stared at the small figure on the ladder. Pei Ming was still wearing a shabby beggar’s costume. When he was outside, he was just a little beggar. But everyone here knows that this child will become the most powerful person in the spiritual world.

Pei Ming tried his best to lift his leg and struggled to step up the other leg, while some of them nearly fell off when they stood unsteadily. He did not know that the “immortal” in the hall was also frightened by his every move.

Hold on, there are still three hundred steps left – the elders are silently cheering for him.

Pei Ming was really powerless. He felt as if he had a mountain on his back and his feet were rooted on the steps he was standing on. He lifted his feet and tore them off. He carried the mountain to another step, but he could not support it any more and fell heavily on the steps.

The elders’ hearts jumped, and then they thought: 9890 steps, enough, there will be no more talented people than you!

Unexpectedly, Pei Ming still struggled to get up. With every step, his dirty little face became more purple and white, and in the end, even more colorless.

The day broke as the battle turned and the battle raged.

The results of other disciples have been announced. In addition to the thousands who were eliminated, most of the remaining 3000 disciples are distributed at the 5000 and 6000 levels, and three others are at the 7000 level. Qi Feng is the only one at the 8000 level.

Only Pei Ming is still moving forward.

The last ten steps.

Pei Ming fell on the steps again. He did not know how many times he had fallen, and his body was covered with bruises.

The last step.

Maybe the ladder also has its so-called dignity. This last step seems to be a hundred times more powerful than the previous one. Pei Ming can’t lift himself any more.

But I really want the immortal to accept him.

I won’t… starve… and freeze to death anymore.

He tried to lift his foot countless times before the last step, but failed countless times. Two hours passed, but Pei Ming felt as if he had spent a long winter.

Last winter, there was a lot of snow. That old beggar was just like this. He was cold and had no money to cure his illness. The cold brought his life away

Finally, he reached the last stage.

“Xiuzhi, where are you going?!”

In the hall, the elders were surprised to see Yue Xiuzhi suddenly stand up and disappear.

The next second, they saw the figure of Yue Xiuzhi in the illusion in the center of the hall.

Yue Xiuzhi appeared in front of Pei Ming. After walking through the 999 steps, Pei Ming, who could no longer support him, fell headlong into Yue Xiuzhi’s arms.

Pei Ming raised his head, and vaguely saw an extremely beautiful face. His white robe fluttered gently with the breeze, and the silver dark lines winding on it also appeared, making the person in front of him even more aloof.

He thought, is this the immortal?

“Fairy… Can you accept me…?” Then he fell down and fainted.

Yue Xiuzhi examined his body with his holy power. It was funny and painful to find out that the boy was just hungry and fainted.

Ignoring Pei Ming’s dirty look, he picked up the cub and left a sentence: “He has now become my disciple.”

Then he cast spells and returned to the Liu Ya Peak.

When Pei Ming woke up, it was night again.

He woke up in a very clean and beautiful room with a faint fragrance in the air. He sat up in confusion and saw two teenagers looking at him in surprise. One of them said, “Young man, you’re awake. I’m going to tell the Venerable Master.” Then he ran out of the door.

Another young man took up a bowl of rice porridge on the table, handed it to Pei Ming, and said to him, “The Venerable Master has ordered you to have a meal when you wake up.”

The grains in the mortal world are not comparable to this rice porridge. What’s more, Pei Ming seldom has the chance to drink the rice porridge in the mortal world. When he smells the attractive fragrance of rice porridge, Pei Ming suspects that he is dreaming.

Seeing Pei Ming’s delay in eating, the young man thought that he thought the Ling rice porridge was too thin. He said, “Don’t be disrespectful, young master. Your majesty said that you haven’t eaten for many days, and your stomach and intestines are weak. It should be light. Drink it quickly.”

Pei Ming felt a little real. He quickly picked up a spoon to drink porridge, but he got burned on his tongue because he was too urgent.

The young man was annoyed: “Hey, look at me, this porridge has been heated with Holy power, and I forgot to tell you to be careful.”

When Yue Xiuzhi came in, he saw Pei Ming wrinkling a steamed stuffed bun face and breathing softly.

He then said softly, “What’s wrong?”

When the young master came, he quickly saluted and said, “Welcome, Your Holiness, it is your subordinates who have not taken good care of you.”

“It’s okay, you can go back first.” Yue Xiuzhi waved his hand and said.

After the boy left, Yue Xiuzhi went to Pei Ming, took the bowl, and said to Pei Ming, “Why are you so careless? It’s still piping hot.”

Pei Ming carefully looked at one eye of Yue Xiuzhi, and then lowered his head. His mind was confused and he could not understand it.

It turned out that the immortal he saw before he fainted was not him dreaming.

How can there be such a beautiful person in this world.

Yue Xiuzhi removed the holy power from the porridge for heat preservation, put the porridge in a spoon, and said to Pei Ming, “Open your mouth.”

Pei Ming subconsciously opened his mouth and was fed a mouthful of porridge.

“Is it delicious?”

Pei Ming nodded.

Yue Xiuzhi fed him some more. When the porridge cooled, he handed the bowl to Pei Ming; “Eat it yourself.”

Pei Ming nodded again and ate the porridge one mouthful at a time.

After Pei Ming put down the bowl, Yue Xiuzhi asked, “Are you still hungry?”

Pei Ming nodded again.

Yue Xiuzhi felt funny when he saw that the little steamed bun kept nodding up and down like a chicken pecking rice. He used his holy power to deliver a message and told the kitchen to send another bowl. Before long, the young man came with a bowl of porridge.

Yue Xiuzhi took it and cast a spell to bring the porridge down to the right temperature before handing it to the little bun.