Superpower Small Farmer

The burly man named Zhang Hu was introduced to the Kaoshan Sect by his cousin. His cousin was named Tu Dalong, who had the Three Spirits of Heavenly Beings Cultivation and was an Outer Sect Disciple of Kaoshan Sect. Within the Outer Sect Disciple group, he established his faction, possessing considerable influence.

Zhang Hu also saw that Wang Xiaoqiang's cultivation base was the same as his, and, relying on the force of his cousin Tu Dalong, didn't regard Wang Xiaoqiang at all. He wanted to forcibly take Wang Xiaoqiang's bed, but unexpectedly Wang Xiaoqiang didn't regard him either. Not only did Wang Xiaoqiang refuse to give up the stone bed, but he also provoked Zhang Hu, causing Zhang Hu to become extremely angry and directly strike out.

Zhang Hu's eyes flared with anger. He reached out with both hands frantically, aiming at Wang Xiaoqiang's neck, intending to choke him to death.

However, before he could grab him, Wang Xiaoqiang's Heavenly Eye at the center of his brow opened, and a flash of lightning shot out with a crackling sound, hitting Zhang Hu's hand. Zhang Hu's hand was left bloody and mangled because it wasn't protected, causing him to scream in pain. "Ah~~"

With both of them having comparable cultivation bases, an initial strike would be stronger. Wang Xiaoqiang didn't give Zhang Hu a chance to breathe. After unleashing the Flash Lightning, he shook his arms, and his blood qi erupted fiercely with a bang, directly hitting Zhang Hu. Zhang Hu's massive bear-like body was blasted away, finally crashing heavily into the stone wall and then tumbling down.

Zhang Hu's robe was torn, his hair disheveled, with blood at the corners of his mouth, looking extremely bedraggled...

"A stupid pig," Wang Xiaoqiang cursed, unwilling to pay further attention, lay down on the stone bed, closed his eyes, then turned to lie on his side, and directly fell asleep.

With the Patterned Beast on his back, he was unafraid of Zhang Hu's sneak attacks. Besides, Zhang Hu was gravely wounded by Wang Xiaoqiang's full-force strike and would require three to five days to recover before seeking revenge.

Indeed, Zhang Hu was incapable of battling further; even getting up was extremely laborious. Eventually, he supported himself with both hands and sat on the stone bed beside him, staring venomously and helplessly at Wang Xiaoqiang with a defeated expression.

The other disciples were stunned by the situation. This unimposing-looking Wang Xiaoqiang had wounded Zhang Hu, who was of the same cultivation realm, with a single powerful strike. This display of strength, that kind of aura, that kind of ruthlessness, made them all look at him differently while also respecting him, and no one dared provoke him further.

Wang Xiaoqiang slept soundly, during which Zhang Hu did not dare to provoke him again, nor did the sect inquire about the matter. Wang Xiaoqiang thus observed that Kaoshan Sect's governance over its disciples was not strict, at least for Entry-Level Disciples; it was quite lax or simply neglected, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Wang Xiaoqiang, who disliked being restricted, was quite pleased with this arrangement, seeing it as freedom. After waking up, he sat on the bed, surveying all the disciples in the Stone House. It turned out that fifteen Entry-Level Disciples lived in this Stone House. Zhang Hu lay on a bed, his face rather pale, eyes closed, it was unclear if he was asleep or pretending to be asleep.

The other thirteen disciples were busy with their tasks. When they noticed Wang Xiaoqiang's gaze sweeping over, none dared to meet his eyes, clearly showing signs of trepidation towards him, evidently shaken by Wang Xiaoqiang's powerful strike against Zhang Hu.

Only a chubby fellow from the adjacent bed proactively spoke to him. The little fatty held a dagger in hand, constantly grinding his teeth against it, mumbling to Wang Xiaoqiang, "You're awake, hurry to the Deacon Hall to claim your Cultivation Technique Manual..."

Wang Xiaoqiang was attracted by the fatty's peculiar behavior. He scrutinized him closely and saw that the fat man's round chubby face and small eyes looked like slits across a blade, surprisingly cute. Especially the way he ground his teeth with the dagger, it was somewhat comical. Wang Xiaoqiang chuckled, asking, "What's your name?"

The little fatty kept grinding while replying, "I'm called Little Zhang."

"Little Zhang, are you brushing your teeth?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked with a smile, staring at Little Zhang's mouth.

Little Zhang, unperturbed, laughed, "Of course not, I'm grinding my teeth..."

"I know you're grinding your teeth," Wang Xiaoqiang laughed, "You're like a mouse, aren't you?"

Little Zhang wasn't annoyed, merely chuckled, pulling the dagger out of his mouth. As it came out, Wang Xiaoqiang saw his teeth - long and sharp, unlike human teeth...

"Your, your teeth..." Wang Xiaoqiang pointed at Little Zhang, asking with odd surprise.

Little Zhang quickly sealed his mouth, nervous and amusingly so.

Everyone has their own fortuity and secrets, so Wang Xiaoqiang didn't probe further and jumped off the bed to the Deacon Hall to retrieve the Basic Cultivation Technique and a spell technique.

As Wang Xiaoqiang exited the stone house, his Heavenly Eye opened, spotting the Deacon Hall. The Deacon Hall was merely a larger stone house, and the Outer Sect Disciples' area was notably desolate, with very simple architecture.

Or rather, this area appeared ancient, almost describable as barbarian wasteland, aligning well with this world's tone and layout.

Along the way, disciples observed Wang Xiaoqiang, whispering about him. Clearly, the incident of Wang Xiaoqiang injuring Zhang Hu had spread. Reactions varied; some admired his courage, others criticized his brutality, and some feared potential trouble for him... However, none approached to engage him.

Everyone maintained an attitude akin to watching a spectacle from afar.

Wang Xiaoqiang couldn't care less about the crowd's discussions. He was unwilling to live in mediocrity or be bullied. Wherever he went, he aimed to stand out, becoming a prominent figure—a leader.

The path to becoming strong was a perilous, bloody journey lined with bones; it was either you die or I perish.

In the Deacon Hall, there were two administrators, both of the Divine Soul Realm, quite powerful. But upon seeing Wang Xiaoqiang enter, he wasn't unfamiliar to them, and their eyes brightened staring at him. Evidently, the newly entered disciples were already cataloged, even investigated and understood.

"Wang Xiaoqiang, yes? Here to claim your cultivation technique?" When Wang Xiaoqiang approached, an administrator surprisingly greeted him politely.

The administrator's demeanor slightly surprised Wang Xiaoqiang but he remained composed, nodded and said, "That's right."

"Alright, follow me." The administrator said, leading Wang Xiaoqiang into a room filled densely with many Cultivation Technique Manuals. As they entered, the administrator explained the cultivation techniques to Wang Xiaoqiang.

Kaoshan Sect's Basic Cultivation Technique, which is the Dharma Sect for Condensed Divine Spirit, is called the "Soul and Spirit Manual". The Basic Cultivation Technique is consistent, all aimed at Soul Condensation and Soul Refining, suitable for disciples in the Heavenly Human Realm. However, the Spell Techniques vary—there are offensive spell techniques, defensive spell techniques, stealth techniques, and spell techniques that accelerate flight...

The Basic Cultivation Technique remains unchanged; every Entry-Level Disciple uses the Soul and Spirit Manual. Yet each disciple can select any spell technique from the single set available. After finishing the explanation, the administrator said to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Alright, Wang Xiaoqiang, you may choose your spell technique..."

Wang Xiaoqiang glanced at the dazzling array of spell technique manuals, momentarily overwhelmed, before refocusing, assessing his current situation, and deciding to choose a stealth spell technique as most suitable.

Firstly, he had the Blood Burning Technique and the Patterned Beast; his attack power was strong. Besides, his physical body was powerful, providing high defense, and he could transform into the Lightning Leopard, not slow in flight. Having these three, why not select a stealth spell technique?

Stealth spell techniques often surprise enemies, gaining victory by unexpected means, taking opponents off guard. Moreover, stealth techniques often deliver lethal blows swiftly, avoiding lengthy entanglements.

Not to mention, his current strength was relatively weak. Joining the Kaoshan Sect and already developing enmity, Zhang Hu's potential revenge was inevitable, likely involving confrontations. Should Zhang Hu have allies, facing one or many, possessing a stealth technique would be advantageous.

Considering this, he asked the administrator, "I would like a stealth spell technique. Could you recommend one for me?"

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