"Dammit!"
A young man's angry scolding came from the room that was flickering with candlelight.
Li Shucheng lowered his head and looked at his hands that were holding the seal, his eyes dimmed.
At this moment, he did not look like an eighteen-year-old youth. Instead, he looked like an old man in his twilight years.
Sensing spiritual energy failed again!
"I've been cultivating for ten years, but I really can't take a step forward!”
His words were filled with unwillingness and bitterness.
He recalled that he had accidentally transmigrated to this world where demons and ghosts were rampant and human lives were as insignificant as grass, and he had been reborn as a baby.
Fortunately, he was brought back to Mao Mountain by the current sect master and entered the path of cultivation.
Since he was eight years old, the sect master of Mao Mountain had officially accepted him as the eighteenth generation disciple. He had been cultivating for ten years without slacking off…
However…He still could not sense any spiritual energy.
In other words, he was a Muggle without any cultivation aptitude.
Tonight was his last attempt. If he failed again, he planned to leave Mao Mountain tomorrow.
In the end…Unsurprisingly, he still could not sense the existence of spiritual energy in the past ten years.
"Forget it, forget it. It seems that I'm destined to be an ordinary person.”
"According to the laws of Mao Mountain, those who are unable to cultivate after the age of eighteen must leave the mountain by themselves.”
"I'll be eighteen tomorrow. It's time to leave.”
It just so happened that ten years of bitter cultivation was fruitless.
Li Shucheng did not intend to waste any more time.
He would leave the mountain obediently and be a simple ordinary person.
Thinking of this, Li Shucheng opened the door and walked silently in Maoshan Taoist Temple.
This was the place where he had lived for eighteen years. He wanted to take a look around for the last time.
When they arrived at the main hall of the Taoist temple, a figure with traces of lightning jumped down from the roof. A calm and cold voice sounded,
"Little Junior Brother?"
"You still failed?"
Li Shucheng raised his head and saw that it was the eldest senior brother of his generation, Shi Jian.
He was the most talented disciple of the eighteenth generation of Mao Mountain. He was fated with the Thunder Law and had mastered the Lightning Fist.
Li Shucheng was not familiar with him. He cupped his fists slightly and said,
"Eldest Senior Brother."
"Junior apprentice-brother still can't sense spiritual energy. I plan to leave the mountain tomorrow.”
Shi Jian's eyes sparkled.
This little junior brother was picked up by his master from outside. He was unusually intelligent since he was young.
He was still young, but his martial arts cultivation had already reached the level of a master.
He cultivated extremely hard and was once regarded as the hope of this generation of Mao Mountain.
Unfortunately, he was a good-for-nothing who could not sense spiritual energy.
He, who had always been cold, felt sorry for his junior brother.
"That's good too. Live a good life as an ordinary person."”
Li Shucheng cupped his fists again and left without saying anything.
......
The next day.
Li Shucheng packed his luggage and settled down the mountain.
Some of the senior brothers who were still in the Taoist temple came out to send them off.
Li Shucheng looked at these senior brothers who were concerned about him and waved goodbye.
"All these years, I have been indebted to all of you for taking care of me. I am extremely grateful!”
"Little Junior Brother, the martial world is dangerous. You have to protect yourself!"”
"Little Junior Brother, I should have given you some talismans and magic tools to protect yourself. It's a pity that you can't activate them…"
"Little Junior Brother, have you decided where to go?"”
"Didn't Senior Brother Lin Jiu set up a dojo in the Ren family? I'll go find him now.”
"That's true. Senior Brother Lin Jiu takes care of Junior Brother the most.”
"I'll be at ease if I go find Senior Brother Lin Jiu.”
After saying goodbye, Li Shucheng went down Mao Mountain.
......
A few days later.
Ren Town!
Li Shucheng inquired all the way to the mortuary.
The seemingly simple courtyard contained the power of Feng Shui and Yin Yang.
Although Li Shucheng could not cultivate, he had already memorized the Fengshui ghosts recorded in Mao Mountain.
He saw through the mystery of the mortuary at a glance.
"Shixiong's dojo is indeed extraordinary.”
"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh came from the room.
"Shixiong can't hide this from your eyes.”
"Qiusheng, Wencai."
"Go open the door for your Youngest Uncle!"
Squeak...
After the wooden door opened, Ninth Uncle, who had white eyebrows and a white beard, stood between two young men and looked outside with a smile.
"Junior brother, since you're here, you should take it as it is.”
"There are some things that cannot be forced."
Ninth Uncle had received a letter from Mao Mountain the day before yesterday. He knew that his junior brother would come to find him in the near future and knew the cause and effect.
Li Shucheng shook his head and smiled bitterly.
"Don't worry, senior brother. I've already let it go.”
Ninth Uncle called Li Shucheng in and introduced the two people beside him.
"These are Qiu Sheng and Wen Cai, my two disciples.”
"If you need anything, just instruct the two of them.”
Li Shucheng nodded at the two of them.
"Junior brother, if there's nothing else, I'll take you to drink some foreign tea in the afternoon.”
"Ren Fa, the richest man in the town, said that he had something to talk to me.”
Hearing this, Li Shucheng stopped in his tracks.
F * ck!
Foreign tea?
Wasn't this Mr. Zombie's plot?!
The terrifying Old Master Ren was about to be born?
Thinking that Ninth Uncle would make a fool of himself in the tea restaurant, Li Shucheng agreed to go with him.
"I'll go with Senior Brother."
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