Superpower Small Farmer

Outside the stone house, when Tu Dalong and others saw Zeng Xiaotian crying out in pain as he fled, his arm severed and bloody, it was shocking. Everyone immediately showed fear and, after recovering, went up to him. Tu Dalong asked, "What's going on? How did your arm get chopped off?"

"Brother Long, that guy is too strange. He... he has a powerful pet beast," Zeng Xiaotian shouted, his face full of injustice. His severed limb could not regenerate, and from then on, Zeng Xiaotian became disabled. Naturally, his heart was filled with immense sorrow; this was the bitter result of acting brashly.

"Damn, I want to see if this little punk has three heads and six arms," Tu Dalong gritted his teeth and immediately dashed into the stone house. Zhang Hu and the outer sect disciple quickly followed.

Seeing the powerful outer sect disciple storm in, the entry-level disciples inside the stone chamber hurriedly turned their gazes away, not daring to look directly. Even Little Zhang stopped gnashing his teeth but maintained a calm expression, staring at the three intruders with a peaceful demeanor.

"That's the guy." Zhang Hu pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang and spoke to Tu Dalong.

Tu Dalong strode over to Wang Xiaoqiang's bedside, and seeing him sitting cross-legged in cultivation, genuinely not pretending, he felt incredibly curious, thinking to himself how this guy could remain so composed, actually cultivating at such a critical moment.

Immediately, he shouted angrily at Wang Xiaoqiang, "Kid, stop pretending, turn around for me..."

Seeing Wang Xiaoqiang neither respond nor turn around, Tu Dalong shouted at him with forceful tone, "Kid, scoundrel, bastard, idiot, turn around for me. Don't think I dare not touch you. If you anger me, I'll destroy you even if it means defying sect rules..."

Wang Xiaoqiang, in the midst of cultivation, did not hear Tu Dalong's words at all, no matter how much Tu Dalong shouted, he remained motionless.

However, Tu Dalong dared not take action. Even attempting to injure Wang Xiaoqiang would result in severe consequences from the sect, possibly even costing him his life.

Not only Tu Dalong but the little outer sect disciple he brought along couldn't act against Wang Xiaoqiang either. Feeling extremely frustrated, Tu Dalong pointed at Wang Xiaoqiang and said to Zhang Hu, "Tiger, go, kill him."

Zhang Hu dared not act; Zeng Xiaotian's injury had greatly intimidated him. This Wang Xiaoqiang was too odd and unfathomable. He didn't want to lose an arm or even risk his life, knowing his cultivation base wasn't as good as Zeng Xiaotian's.

"Worthless." Tu Dalong glared at his cousin disdainfully.

"Cous—cousin, maybe, let's forget it." Zhang Hu gave Tu Dalong a look, and with reluctance, Tu Dalong glanced angrily at Wang Xiaoqiang's back, then stomped his foot heavily, sighed deeply, and then turned and walked out, with Zhang Hu and the outer sect disciple quickly following. Outside the stone house,

Tu Dalong looked at Zhang Hu with a mixture of frustration and impatience, "Hey, are we really going to just leave it like that? Don't you want revenge?"

"Of course we can't just leave it," Zhang Hu gritted his teeth and said, "Brother, I just don't believe that guy won't leave the entry-level disciple area forever. As soon as he dares to step out of this area, we can kill him."

Tu Dalong said, "Hmm, remember, you must keep an eye on him. Once he steps out of the entry-level disciple area, notify me immediately, and I'll bring people to kill him right away."

Zhang Hu nodded vigorously in agreement, and then Tu Dalong left with his people, while Zhang Hu returned to the stone house and stayed inside, monitoring Wang Xiaoqiang.

In order to keep a close watch on Wang Xiaoqiang, he dared not cultivate because once he started, he would enter a meditative state and be unable to keep an eye on Wang Xiaoqiang. So, he gave up cultivation.

As for Wang Xiaoqiang, he cultivated tirelessly, day and night, for a week to condense his divine spirit, while Zhang Hu wasted a week.

A week later, Wang Xiaoqiang still hadn't managed to condense a divine spirit. Cultivating the soul and spirit was incredibly difficult.

That day, Wang Xiaoqiang stopped cultivating and came out of meditation. Little Zhang approached quietly and asked softly, "How did it go? Did you succeed in condensing it?"

Wang Xiaoqiang shook his head, "What about you? Did you manage to cultivate it?"

Little Zhang shook his head and laughed, "It's not that fast. Generally speaking, it takes at least three years to cultivate a divine spirit, and even with good talent, it still takes at least a year..."

Wang Xiaoqiang had always upgraded quickly, often leveling up in half a day, so he unconsciously thought that cultivation would be fast. He believed he could level up in three or five days, but in reality, every stage of advancement was extremely difficult, often taking years or even decades. So when he heard Little Zhang say it would take at least a year, he was somewhat surprised, but then he understood. Yes, leveling up couldn't be that fast. If everyone leveled up as quickly as he did before, he wouldn't stand out, and he wouldn't have conquered several planes.

Wang Xiaoqiang turned his gaze and saw Zhang Hu sitting on his stone bed, not cultivating, but staring at him incessantly, afraid he'd run away. Zhang Hu's stone bed was quite far from his, so he couldn't hear their conversation. Wang Xiaoqiang lowered his voice and said, "By the way, Little Zhang, last time you mentioned there's another way to assist in leveling up, what's that?"

Little Zhang nodded and said, "Actually, it's not really a secret."

Wang Xiaoqiang asked curiously, "Then why did you stop talking about this when you saw Zhang Hu come in?"

"I wasn't afraid of revealing the secret, but your whereabouts being exposed." Little Zhang said with a peculiar look on his face. At this moment, he wasn't that seemingly harmless person anymore but rather a cunning one.

"Uh, what do you mean?" Wang Xiaoqiang asked.

"Listen," Little Zhang lowered his voice. "Behind our entry-level disciple area, there's a mountain range called the Yin Corpse Mountain Range. Hundreds of years ago, a great battle took place there where two royal families clashed with millions of soldiers, ending in a stalemate with both suffering heavy losses. Tens of thousands died, and they were buried right there. The soil of that mountain range is different from elsewhere. It can nourish ghosts; the spirits of the dead found this place could nourish their souls and spirits, so they didn't want to leave or reincarnate, continuing to reside there. The ghost souls persisted, and thus the mountain range became a world of Yin Corpses. There are countless lingering ghost souls there, some of which, upon self-cultivating with the nourishing soil, eventually become undead souls. Undead souls are extremely powerful, comparable in strength to the heavenly being stage. Those top-tier undead souls, even cultivators at the heavenly human realm couldn't rival them, but the yin souls that become undead souls are very rare. Most of the yin souls remain as ghost souls, entrenched in the Yin Corpse Mountain Range, diligently cultivating in hopes of becoming undead souls..."

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