Chapter 9 The Vast World of Shrouding the Heavens, Dare to Come and Try!
"Where did she go? Could she also be from a top-tier power like the Heavenly Court?"
"I'm so envious! I wish I had tried my luck too!"
"..."
Just then.
The door to the quiet room was pushed open.
A young woman dressed in a plain dress walked in.
Although the woman was not exceptionally beautiful, she possessed a gentle and graceful air.
She was holding a bowl of steaming medicinal porridge.
Seeing Shui Bing'er wake up, the woman showed a gentle smile.
"Junior sister, is your cultivation finished?"
"Here, drink this bowl of spirit grain porridge to replenish your strength."
Shui Bing'er quickly got up and respectfully accepted the medicinal porridge.
"Thank you, senior sister."
In the past few days, she had gained a general understanding of her situation.
She had been teleported to the vicinity of a sect called Canglan Sect in the Eastern Wilderness, where she was picked up by this senior sister, who then took her in as a disciple on behalf of their master, making her the sect's junior sister.
Although the Canglan Sect didn't have many members, they treated her extremely well.
The cultivation method they gave her was also profound and mysterious, something she had never seen before.
"Senior sister, I feel like I broke through too quickly. Will my foundation become unstable?"
Shui Bing'er asked with some concern.
Upon hearing this, the senior sister sighed helplessly and reached out to tidy up Shui Bing'er's messy hair at her temples.
"Junior sister, you should know that our Canglan Sect is just an insignificant little sect."
"We don't have those blessed lands and grotto-heavens of holy families, nor do we have divine ancient medicines."
"This cultivation speed can only be considered tortoise-like in this world."
"You absolutely must not slack off. If disciples from humble families like ours don't work hard, we'll be bullied when we go out."
Her senior sister spoke earnestly, her face full of disappointment and frustration.
Shui Bing'er, holding the bowl, was completely dumbfounded.
That exquisitely beautiful face was filled with big question marks.
Small sect?
Not up to standard?
Gaining more than ten levels in a few days—was that considered snail-paced?
How quickly would those major sects advance?
Ascend to heaven on the spot?
She used to be a genius at Tianshui Academy, where she was pampered and cherished.
But now that she was here, from what her senior sister was saying, she was practically a terrible student?
The viewers of Douluo Continent were now subjected to an even greater blow.
"Listen, can you hear human speech?"
"A few days to ascend to the Soul King level is a snail's pace?"
"Then what are we? Snails? No, we're motionless stones!"
"If even a small sect is this terrifying, then what kind of divine place is the Shrouding the Heavens world?!"
"I cried. I want to go to that small sect and be a handyman. I don't mind!"
Shrek Academy.
A deathly silence.
Tang San sat on the wooden chair, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, his knuckles turning pale from the force.
His breathing was rapid, his chest heaved violently, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the dimming image on the sky—the icy spiritual energy that Shui Bing'er had casually condensed.
That kind of pure, vast, seemingly transcendent energy fluctuation.
"Is this the cultivation system of that world?"
Tang San asked himself this question.
His proud Mysterious Heaven Art, the Tang Clan's secret technique he cherished, seemed to have turned into mud on the roadside at this moment.
Rubbish.
It was absolutely garbage!
Tang San, having lived two lives, had cultivated diligently since childhood, never daring to slack off for even a day.
In order to absorb that wisp of purple energy, he had to climb to the mountaintop every day before dawn.
How much pain did he endure that most people could not bear in order to open up his meridians?
But what was the result?
Shui Bing'er, after only drinking a few bowls of porridge and meditating for a few days in that so-called "small sect," saw her soul power rise rapidly, as if riding a rocket.
Moreover, its foundation was incredibly solid, without any sign of being superficial.
"What's the point of me cultivating this Mysterious Heaven Art?"
Tang San felt a deep sense of frustration.
He felt like a child with a stick who thought he was invincible, suddenly seeing fully armed mecha warriors.
This kind of overwhelming force made him waver in the beliefs he had always held.
It wasn't just him.
Dai Mubai, Oscar, and the others standing next to him also looked dejected.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, however, seemed to have slightly different focuses.
Xiao Wu's bright, expressive eyes were full of stars.
"The older sister in that world is so beautiful."
"And that Canglan Sect, although it's a small sect, the clothes there are really beautiful. The fabric and the luster are even better than the tributes from the Heaven Dou royal family."
"If we could go to that world, would we be able to wear new clothes every day?"
Zhu Zhuqing pursed her lips, a hint of longing flashing in her cool eyes.
She didn't care about clothes.
What she cared about was the speed at which she became stronger.
If she cultivated in that kind of environment, could she completely escape the fate of her family and get rid of that fear that was like a bone-deep infection?
"If you could give me a chance..."
Zhu Zhuqing thought to herself.
Just then, the images on the sky changed again.
The golden light re-condensed, transforming into a giant spinning wheel.
Countless names flashed rapidly across it.
Everyone in Douluo Continent was on tenterhooks.
Although Shui Bing'er was described as "slow," her Soul King realm was undeniable.
Everyone wanted to be the next lucky one.
...
On the other side.
The images flowed.
When Titan opened his eyes again, he did not find himself in the terrifying forbidden zone of life like the first unfortunate soul.
He did not end up as a slave in the mining area like Han Yu.
What came into view was a continuous, undulating, yellowish-brown mountain range.
The land here had a heavy, earthy yellow hue, and the air was filled with a rich earthy scent.
Before Titan could react, several muscular men dressed in khaki short-sleeved outfits surrounded him.
Titan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously wanted to release his martial soul.
But the next moment, he froze.
Because he saw that these burly men who surrounded him weren't carrying swords or knives, but rather...
A whole array of giant hammers!
Those hammers had an ancient and heavy design, clearly made by a skilled craftsman who crafted weapons or used them in battle.
"Oh? A new junior brother?"
The leader, a bald, burly man, grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth, and patted Titan on the shoulder with great enthusiasm.
"You use a hammer too?"
"Not bad, not bad. He's got a strong build; he's a good prospect for blacksmithing."
"Welcome to the Earth Element Sect!"
There were no assessments.
There were no difficulties or obstacles.
Titan unwittingly became a disciple of a sect called "Earth Element Sect".
This sect was practically a paradise tailor-made for Titan.
Everyone here revered strength and loved to use heavy weapons, especially hammers.
Moreover, the sect's atmosphere was extremely simple and honest. Senior and junior brothers put their arms around each other, drank wine from large bowls, and ate meat in large chunks. There were not many complicated relationships.
[end of the chapter]