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Wang Houli rushed to the beach and shouted catharticly towards the vast sea and sky.

He succeeded.

He finally advanced to the second level at the age of 38.

Although it is not the so-called practice stage or the Kaitianhu, he has really advanced and is no longer the original Qi training practice that cannot even break through the internal cultivation realm.

His body was filled with surging power.

That was the power given to him by the terrifying fangs!

"Roar!" Wang Houli roared again, as if he was about to open up this world.

Ancient geniuses of Qi training! They keep their minds in one day, suck their qi for three days, and slim in three months. They can be sympathetic for three years. They welcome the morning sun and open the sky before the crown of the weak. They can be lucky enough to reach the realm.

This sentence inspired Wang Houli before he was 20 years old, but he became a devil after he was 20 years old.

How many sleepless nights, how many times of laughter from the same tribe, I can finally let go now...

Wang Houli knelt on the beach with both knees.

Scenes from twenty years ago appeared before my eyes.

"The family resources are limited, and the patriarch has decided not to let you continue practicing. The patriarch will arrange a wife for you to marry and have children as soon as possible, and to enrich our Wang family..."

"Uncle... Please tell the patriarch again. My parents died in battle for the family's business. The family should support me in cultivation..."

"I have already said that the patriarch said that the family does not owe anyone, and the family's spiritual rice and elixir can only cultivate useful people."

"Uncle... As long as I give me another chance, I will definitely be able to break through the internal refining realm."

"It's useless. As long as a monk has passed the age of 18 and has not yet passed the internal training, he will never have the chance..."

"Woo woo woo woo..." The young Wang Houli burst into tears.

"Our family doesn't even have spiritual veins. The clans' people's practice depends entirely on spiritual rice, spirit stones and elixirs. These things are all earned by our clans' business. If you still can't let go of your cultivation, then there is only one way."

“Which road?”

"When the casual cultivator goes to other sects to rub the spiritual veins."

"Disciple of Maogong?"

"That's right... there's only this road, but I advise you not to go, you will never make a breakthrough in your work..."

Wang Houli still remembers his despair and humility at that time.

But he just was unwilling to give up!

He wants to become an immortal cultivator, he wants to control the sword Qingming and freely heaven and earth.

That's all...

It’s not in vain to walk in this world.

From then on, Wang Houli wandered around the world and made a living by his master's work.

There are many mountains, rivers and spiritual veins in this world, all of which have their own land.

If these sects want to find disciples of Maogong, they will inevitably press on Maogong for all kinds of dirty and tiring work...

Those disciples of the sect don’t have to do anything all day long, and they just send supervisors to exploit Maogong.

During the more than ten years of working as a Maogong, Wang Houli finally realized what the black sect is, what the supervisor is inhumane, what it means to enter the morning and leave at the Maogong.

After more than ten years of hard work, Wang Houli has been completely desperate. His cultivation has not improved at all. He doesn't even know why he has to make such a struggle. Sometimes he regrets his original choice. Maybe it would be better to get married and have children.

But……

He was unwilling to give up.

The Great Way of Eternal Life was in front of me, but I was unable to explore it, so I could only feel like I was closed and I kept urging Wang Houli to the next sect at all times.

If that sect is a little better to him and gives him a little time to practice, he will not run away.

Unfortunately, there is no such sect in this world.

All the disciples of Maogong are targets of exploitation. If the supervisors are insufficient, they will even fire the Maogong directly, without any intention of letting Maogong take advantage.

Three years ago.

The desperate Wang Houli decided to join the Yongzhou free cultivator alliance.

Who knew that this alliance located in Ziyun Mountain, called the free cultivator himself, would not accept anyone.

The reason for not accepting people is very simple. The spiritual veins on Ziyun Mountain are insufficient and resources are scarce.

However, the Alliance of Dispersed Cultivators introduced a sect to Wang Houli.

The sect is located in the depths of the desert, called Baishi Valley. It is said that it has mastered many excellent spiritual veins. There are also rumors that Baishi Valley has mastered strange cultivation methods. As long as the monks who go to Baishi Valley can basically break through to the second level.

All of this sounds like vicious bait, but in the end Wang Houli chose to believe it.

Wang Houli has seen countless people, and the woman named Xu Yuanchen is definitely a trustworthy person.

So under the auspices of the Alliance of Dispersed Cultivators, nearly 500 Qi training disciples took more than half a year to cross the desert and the ocean, spanning thousands of miles away, and finally arrived at the volcanic island.

On the first day of coming to Volcano Island, Wang Houli was shocked by the majestic spiritual energy of the immortal mountain. Unfortunately, no one of them opened the sky because none of them, Maogong disciples, had to practice to the late stage of Qi refining, and would not be Maogong even if they really reached that level.

After Wang Houli came to the island, he realized that they were the first Maogong disciples to go to the island, and their mission was to dig the black iron ore.

They don’t want to run away at all with such a good spiritual vein in Volcano Island. As long as the supervisor is a little looser, they can take time to practice quickly and break through the realm. If they accidentally open up Tianhe, they will probably be able to join this sect and become official disciples.

With such hope, Wang Houli and other monks entered the underground mine cave.

The supervisors here are indeed very good.

Turning a blind eye to their work is basically equivalent to not supervising the work.

The disciples of Maogong were overjoyed.

However, what Wang Houli and others unexpectedly was that although they were craftsmen, the sect did not give spirit stones, and did not arrange food.

They are all just in the Qi training stage, and they will starve to death without eating.

"Why don't you arrange a meal for Maogong!" a disciple asked loudly.

"I take care of food, accommodation and accommodation in my own home." The supervisor said this and left.

"Shirashiya is so dark."

"Run away!"

A large group of people left noisy and reluctantly.

In the end, I am still honest. Since the supervisor doesn’t care, I’m lucky to be self-sufficient and practice on my own.

Who would really leave this fairy mountain and blessed land?

These hundreds of Maogong disciples rely on fishing, hunting and picking fruits to fill their stomachs, and live like a group of savages...

Then Wang Houli and others really found a group of savages on the island.

This group of savages worshiped a god named Terror Fang.

There may be nothing strange about the savages, but the strange thing is that these savages have supernatural powers, fly to the sky and hide in the earth, and do everything.

This immediately aroused the curiosity of Wang Houli and others.

A woman wearing a silver mask in the savage race found them. The silver-faced woman had reached the third level of cultivation.

Although ordinary savages cannot communicate, the silver-faced female savage is proficient in the language of the immortal world and is willing to teach them the methods of human cultivation.

Wang Houli and others were unmoved at first, after all, they had no interest in the savage dance god.

But a small number of labourers are willing to learn...

Two years later, Wang Houli's cultivation still had no inch, and he couldn't stand it anymore, so he began to learn the practice of the savages.

In just one year, Wang Houli became a second-level barbarian witch and fulfilled her long-cherished wish for many years.

Looking back now, Xu Yuanchen, a woman from the Alliance of Dispersed Cultivators three years ago, did not deceive them. This place is indeed a treasure land for dispersed cultivators, containing mysterious cultivation methods. Cultivators can easily cultivate to the second level or even the third level.

Looking at the blue sea and blue sky, the waves are endless.

"Ao!" Wang Houli roared, and he picked up a thousand-pound stubborn stone, waved his arms and threw them nearly half a mile away.

There was a rumbling sound.

A big splash of water exploded.
Chapter completed!