If he could be defeated so easily, he wouldn't be called Wu Tian.
After sending the little girl away, he sat by the lake, using his Qi to heal his wounds. His vital energy flowed throughout his body, quickly repairing his injured internal organs.
An hour later, he stood up and calmed himself down. He couldn't worry about his parents' whereabouts. His top priority right now was to improve his cultivation.
"Shishi, come and help me repair the house."
The two of them got busy. Fortunately, Wutan had done something like this before, and the dilapidated toilet was quickly repaired.
As the sky gradually darkened, Chi Yanzi and Xiaotian came back. The little guy was covered in wounds. According to Shishi's translation, he went hunting deep in the wilderness for the three's future food.
With Chi Yanzi accompanying him, it was certainly not as simple as just hunting. The little guy was covered with wounds and his eyes were dim. It was obvious that a fierce fight had taken place.
Chi Yanzi threw down a book, told them not to run around, and left alone.
This is an introduction to the sect, a map of the island, and the sect's rules.
Wutan looked at them one by one, and it was nothing more than not harming fellow disciples, colluding with outsiders, etc.
"Huh? This is..."
His eyes were fixed on a certain place, which contained an introduction to the Sutra Repository.
The Sutra Repository is a place where secret books and magical formulas are stored. It is a forbidden area of the sect and is guarded by experts. No one is allowed to enter without the permission of the sect master. Violators will be expelled from the sect.
There is another way, which is to exchange merit for opportunity.
The so-called merit refers to making contributions to the sect, such as killing enemies or monsters, etc., and donating spoils, resources, etc. to the sect in exchange for merit.
Disciples also need merits to advance in rank.
For example, in order to be promoted to an inner disciple, a registered disciple must not only rank in the top 50 in the competition, but also have sufficient merits.
In the sect, merit is equivalent to currency, which can be used to purchase items, exchange materials, etc.
Of course, once you leave the sect, your achievements will be useless.
To enter the treasure pavilion, in addition to obtaining the permission of the sect master, one can exchange one thousand merits for a chance to enter, but the time is limited to only one hour.
"Achievements..."
Wutan frowned. He entered Yan Sect for the secret books and spells, but he didn't expect to need this thing. It seems he will be busy in the future.
Merits cannot be exchanged for anything. They must be identified, useful, and valuable before they can be exchanged.
"I wonder how much merit I can get in exchange for the Fire Scorpion's fangs and a few thighs." Wutan began to regret not keeping half of the Fire Scorpion's body. If he had known this would happen, he would never give it to the Mud Beast even if he was beaten to death.
The little guy was lying on the side healing his wounds, and the mustard bag on his paw caught his attention.
Wutan snatched it away, and with a thought, several huge monsters fell out, blood flowed, and the smell of blood filled the air.
"Why are there only donkeys and wild boars? Don't you know how to catch some good stuff?" Wutan muttered.
The little guy was unhappy, waving his paws and crying.
Shishi translated: "The little thing said that these are just food for the time being. If brother wants better materials, he can go hunting in the deep sea. There are many ancient species there. Its injury was caused by fighting with an ancient species."
“Is it very strong?”
The little guy gestured again.
"It said that the weakest ones are about the same size as the Fire Scorpion. As for the strongest one, it doesn't know. It hasn't tried it yet. So it asked if you want to go with it tomorrow."
Wutan nodded. This was the only way to enter the Sutra Library as soon as possible.
The three of them chatted for a while, and then Chi Yanzi came back exhausted.
He threw a mustard seed bag over and said, "Here are your clothes and the merit order. Just drop your blood to acknowledge your master. Also, if you have nothing else to do, don't go out too often. Practice well for your master, or go hunting deep in the Bibo Forest and strive to enter the Sutra Library as soon as possible."
"Yes!" Wu Tian replied.
Chi Yanzi glanced at him with a strange look in his eyes: "You are young, but you have a lot of treasures. Give me the ring and the left hand of the god to study."
"this… "
"What is this? Will the master still want it? I just had nothing to do and came across something left over from the ancient times, so I was curious. Besides, your power has already reached the 99th level, and the God's Left Hand is not of much use. I will return it to you after I finish my research. Maybe there will be a surprise in it."
Wu Tian was helpless. After all, he was his master, and it would not be nice to refuse!
So, he took off the God's Left Hand and Sikong Battle Ring, handed them over, and asked, "Master, my strength has reached its limit now. Next, what should I practice in?"
Upon hearing this, Chi Yanzi fell into deep thought.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "You can choose to temper your body and strengthen your defense. Before breaking through the Perfection Stage, if you can withstand the attacks of the Nine-Nine Extremes without getting hurt, you will be completely Perfect. Also, I want to warn you, don't break through the Nine-Nine Extremes. If you enter the Perfection Stage, even if I have reached the highest level of cultivation, I can't protect you."
Wutan nodded. He knew that people who surpassed the nine-nine extreme realms and entered the realm of perfection were called people who went against the will of heaven. They would be hunted down by everyone on the continent. This had always been the case throughout history.
"Okay, just handle your own affairs and don't disturb me unless necessary." After Chi Yanzi finished speaking, he turned and walked into one of the thatched huts.
The little girl said dissatisfiedly: "Grandpa Master is so irresponsible. He tricked us here but didn't care about us and didn't find a great spell for Shishi to practice. It's so abominable."
Wutan smiled bitterly. Who was it that insisted on coming here in the first place? Now he is turning the tables and blaming others.
What's more, even if I gave you the secret formula, you wouldn't be able to practice it.
He opened the mustard bag and took out some clothes. The clothes he was wearing had not been changed for a long time and they all had a sour smell.
Then, he looked at the three white tokens. The material was very special, he had never seen it before, and it was very hard. There were three words engraved on the back: "Merit Token". However, they were not written with a pen or a weapon, but were condensed from essence.
The one who can control the essence so well and keep it from dissipating for so long must be either the sect leader or the master.
He bit his finger and a drop of blood fell. His achievements emitted a faint glow, and then a few words appeared in Wutan's mind.
The order of merit belongs to: Yan Yangzi.
Achievements: Zero.
He gave the other two to the little guy and Shishi respectively. Then he found three tokens again. He had seen these three before. They were exactly the same as the Wanxiang Token that Han Tian had shown him before. They were used to communicate with fellow disciples.
It is also a blood oath.
He put away the Wanxiang Order and threw the mustard seed bag to the little girl. She was so engrossed in it that she played with it curiously and exclaimed in amazement.
Wutan walked to the lake and jumped into the water. The icy cold air swept over him, making him feel refreshed. All his worries disappeared in an instant, and his body and mind felt relaxed.
At night, the moon hangs high in the sky, and the bright moonlight shines down, making the earth seem to be covered with a layer of silver.
Beside the lake, a bonfire was burning, illuminating the place.
Above the fire, there is a wild boar, golden in color, with crispy skin, tender meat, and tempting aroma!
"Brother Wu, your cooking skills are great. The meat is tender and delicious. From now on, I will come here every day." Han Tian ate so fast that he almost bit his tongue.
Wu Tian shook his head.
"Don't worry, I wanted to come before, but the old man wouldn't let me. Now that you're here, he has no reason to chase me away!" Han Tian said while gnawing on a pork leg.
The little girl was also eating happily, with grease stains all over her mouth. She glared at him fiercely and said, "Brother, don't agree to him, he is a bad guy."
"Quack..." The little guy nodded to show his agreement. He was very protective of his food and would not stand anyone snatching food from him.
"You have no conscience. I eat hard and try my best."
After enjoying the delicious meal and chatting for a while, Han Tian left.
The little girl was also sleepy, so she walked into the thatched hut and fell asleep. The little guy wanted to join in the fun, but was caught by Wutan and told about the agreement with the Beast God.
The man and the frog looked at the moonlight with great emotion. This journey had been extremely difficult and they had almost lost their lives several times. Now they finally had a place to stay.
"Prodigal son, do you think Grandpa will become a star?"
"Quack!" The little fellow croaked like a frog, his narrow eyes showing confusion, and then he nodded, as a comfort.
Time passed little by little, and finally it was midnight.
Wutan stood up and ran outside.
At night, almost everyone has rested. The entire island is silent except for the moonlight and sporadic lights.
Soon, Wutan arrived in front of the Beast God.
"Young man, I like your punctuality."
Wu Tian bowed and said, "Senior, I wonder why you called us here so late at night."
"As expected of someone Chi Yanzi has chosen, so straightforward!" The Beast God said with a smile, "Then I'll just say it straight."
"Junior is all ears."
The Beast God looked at the little fellow and said, "I asked you to come here this time mainly for it. I want it to be the sect's guardian beast god and our successor."
“Huh?” Wutan was stunned. This was the scene in the play. You guys are fine, why are you looking for an heir
The Beast God explained, "To be honest, we have lived for two thousand years and have protected the Yan Sect for more than twelve hundred years. We have experienced countless bloody battles and suffered terrible hidden injuries in our bodies. However, we have been unable to find an heir to succeed us, so we have been living in this world."
"Back then, we agreed with Kong Lingzi that we would devote all our efforts to protecting the sect after his death. More than a thousand years have passed in the blink of an eye. We are already physically and mentally exhausted, and the hidden injuries in our bodies are becoming more and more serious. I'm afraid we don't have much time left!" said the Beast King, and it was actually a woman's voice.
"She is my wife, and she has been with me in protecting Yanzong. Alas, I have dragged her down. If I had not insisted on agreeing to Kong Lingzi's request, we wouldn't have ended up like this!" sighed the Beast God.
Wu Tian said: "Is there no magical medicine that can cure your hidden injuries and prolong your life?"
"It's too late. Our injuries have been delayed for too long. They have reached a point where they are beyond repair. Our vitality is almost exhausted. We have reached the end of our life. Even if there is a magic pill, it can only allow us to live a little longer. The result will still be the same."
The Beast God paused and continued, "We had already given up on finding an heir and were ready to explain everything to Yan Yangzi. Unexpectedly, he brought back the Yuan Swallowing Frog today. We finally see hope. Young man, please agree to our request."
Wu Tian was silent.
He has no say in this matter; it depends on the little guy's wishes.
The little guy shook his head, undecided, and then stared at him, meaning, let's do whatever you say.
Wutan was feeling quite troubled. He did not plan to stay in Yanzong for the rest of his life. This was just a transition period. He would have to go find his parents in the future and would have to leave.
However, in order to keep a promise, the Beast God and the Beast King would rather give up treating their injuries and stay in the sect without leaving for a single moment. This is truly admirable.
He was very hesitant.
(End of this chapter)