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Celestial Cultivation
墨書 Inktalez
Zuo Wang Peak
One of the Seventy-Two Peaks.
Below it lies the famous Three Palaces and Six Courts, also one of the Seventy-Two Peaks, at least in the realm of cultivation.
In the cultivation world of Moling, Zuo Wang Peak is a peculiar flower. The other peaks are filled with strong and robust individuals, with disciples numbering in the thousands, and often even tens of thousands. Only Zuo Wang Peak has a mere handful of disciples, perhaps two or three cats at most, totaling no more than a dozen people, including the aunties and uncles who handle laundry, cooking, and cleaning.
Zuo Dao has been feeling a bit troubled lately. As the most prominent disciple of Zuo Wang Peak, his pressure is no less than that of Zuo Wang Peak itself.
His master, the Peak Master, that old man who had lured him from outside the mountain, unexpectedly asked him to attend the “Lower Summit Conference.”
When he heard this news, he spat out his old tea all over his master's lecherous old face and received a good beating from the old man in return.
It was all because of those four words: “Lower Summit Conference.” As a transmigrator, Zuo Dao at least knew what “Summit” meant. However, this was his first time hearing about it here, and he couldn't help but let out a stream of old tea.
“Lower Summit Conference.”
In essence, it is a competition among disciples of the Seventy-Two Peaks, showcasing who has produced outstanding disciples to flaunt. Unlike his previous life where various leaders would sit down for tea and chat.
The only similarity is the pursuit of benefits. The ultimate victor of the “Lower Summit Conference” represents an abundance or scarcity of resources.
Resources are the lifeblood of cultivators; their quantity signifies the level of cultivation. As the perennial underdog of Zuo Wang Peak, they receive the least resources each time.
This time, when his master called him over, he actually said to him:
“Daozi, your master has raised you for so long, and you’ve seen the situation in the peak. This time, it all depends on you. Whether your master and those senior brothers and sisters eat meat or drink porridge will be up to you.”
With that, he patted Daozi's shoulder, took a sip of wine, and strolled out. Just before reaching the door, he added, “No matter what, you still need to pay back for the wine you stole. Let’s say it’s a hundred thousand spirit coins.”
Zuo Dao was still immersed in the earlier words when the last sentence hit him like lightning, causing him to plop down onto the floor.
He quickly sprang up and shouted at his master’s retreating figure. The old man simply waved his hand without turning around, exuding an air of nonchalance.
The senior brothers and sisters followed him out one after another: First Senior Brother Yan Zhen, Second Senior Brother Teng Chong, Third Senior Brother Ping, Fourth Senior Sister Yan Zi, and Fifth Senior Sister Yan Hong.
Yan Zhen, a composed young man, patted his shoulder and said, “Work hard.” With that, he left with a smile.
Teng Chong, another steady young man, also patted his shoulder and said, “Work hard.” He too smiled as he departed.
Ping, a lively young man, slapped his shoulder playfully and exclaimed, “Work hard!” He laughed heartily as he left.
Yan Zi and Yan Hong, a pair of fiery yet calm twin sisters, patted his shoulder together and said, “Let’s say it’s a hundred thousand spirit coins.” They giggled before walking away.
Zuo Dao had no words to respond because he knew that in the entire Zuo Wang Peak, aside from a few older folks, there wasn’t anyone worth mentioning. Yet the bonds between them were undeniable.
Zuo Dao was a new-age individual who had found himself in this world after performing an act of bravery. He had taken over the body of a dying six-year-old child. As a genuine beggar, he had managed to survive well using modern theories.
It wasn’t until he was discovered by the Drunken Old Man of Zuo Wang Peak—his master—that his real life began.
It has been five years since I went up the mountain at the age of nine, and Zuo Dao is absorbing the knowledge of this world crazily. This is a world where people practice all over the world. People who are not qualified to practice can only be reduced to the lowest level of slaves, creating a better practice environment for those who are practicing and serving them. What this world practices is True Essence, listen to Drunken Old Man, there are higher ones above, but they didn’t tell him. "Lower Summit Conference" is divided into three age groups: old, middle and young. They are called: Old Show, Middle Talent, Rookie. Old Show is under fifty, Middle Talent is under thirty, and Rookie is under fifteen. As for the current situation of Zuo Wang Peak: There is no need to think about the Old Show competition, there are five senior brothers and sisters competing in the Middle Talent competition, and Rookie only has one of his own. After five years of practice, Zuo Dao knows his own foundation. What is Cultivator? Cultivation of the body, strengthening of the soul, training of the pulse, and nourishing the True Essence are just the four basic realms. That is what people often use: self-cultivation, soul-strengthening, Meridian Refinement, Nurturing True Essence. Only those who break through the Nurturing Origin Realm can be called Cultivator. Only when you become a Cultivator can you truly step into the path of spiritual practice. There are many benefits to Alchemy, Spell Drawing, Artifact, and soaring into the sky. The most important thing is that life expectancy has risen sharply. The current Zuo Dao is at the peak of the Ninth Level of Meridian Refinement, and this result cannot be good. As far as he knows, most of the contestants participating in the "Lower Summit Conference" this time are in the Vitality Realm, and some have reached the pulse-training realm, and some may even appear as a Monster in the Nurturing Origin Realm. So for him in the Meridian Refinement situation, as a talented person, the pressure is really Zuo Wang Peak. But Drunken Old Man often said to him in his daily teachings: "Realm does not mean everything." In fact, Zuo Dao reached the ninth level of self-cultivation at the end of the first year of practice, which is also among the talents. But Drunken Old Man let him suppress it. Each Realm is suppressed nine times, which means nine turns in "Sitting Forgetting Sutra". "The body is the foundation of life, and the soul is the source of life." "Zuo Wang Peak, the number of Daidai disciples is not large, but all of them are extremely powerful."
"The Sitting Forgetting Sutra was created by the first generation Peak Master, Ziwang Zhenren, and is the foundation of Zuo Wang Peak's existence."
"A good cultivation method can help you advance quickly, but a solid foundation ensures that your progress is much safer."
Although the Drunken Old Man often seems a bit eccentric, he is a formidable master. Just look at the senior brothers and sisters ahead; each one of them plays the role of a pig to eat the tiger.
After being brought back by the Drunken Old Man, Left Youth felt quite frustrated. He had asked him more than once why he had chosen him. The damned Drunken Old Man would always just smile at him, that same smile filled with countless unspoken words and emotions, making Left Youth unable to bear it and flee in despair. Eventually, he stopped asking. Since he was here, he might as well settle in.
What secrets does this damned Zuo Wang Peak hide? Left Dao could not believe that just these few people on the peak could hold Zuo Wang Peak so firmly.
From the information Left Dao gathered from books, he learned that the power dynamics of the Seventy-Two Peaks were not static. Aside from a few powerful Peak Masters, other peaks had records of shifting powers to varying degrees. This is why all the leaders of the Seventy-Two Peaks are referred to as "Peak Masters," rather than titles like sect leader or gang leader. Yet, this big cat-like Zuo Wang Peak had remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Usually, Left Dao would be bouncing around the peak, hoping to discover some great power hidden within and then coax it into passing down a few ultimate techniques to him so that he could show off.
However, he soon set that aside and began preparing for battle. No matter how much the Drunken Old Man spoke, if he didn’t perform well himself, the consequences would be dire. Just thinking about it made him break out in a cold sweat.
The Sitting Forgetting Sutra was essential; it was a cultivation method that every disciple of Zuo Wang Peak had to learn. After years of practice, Left Dao was no longer the naive youth he once was. His own assessment of the Sitting Forgetting Sutra was: simple, practical, and inhumane.
It was simple because it was easy to grasp; practical because it applied to any type of cultivation method; and inhumane because the pain of practicing the Sitting Forgetting Sutra was immense. Sometimes he wondered how Yan Zi and Yan Hong managed to cultivate through it.
The entire Zuo Wang Peak had entered a fervent state of training, and now even Zuo Classmate at the Ninth Level of Meridian Refinement was diligently cultivating.
The young men and women of Zuo Wang Peak usually enjoyed a free-range lifestyle; their cultivation followed suit. The Drunken Old Man's favorite saying was: "The master leads you to the door; cultivation is up to you."
The secrets of cultivation methods were there for anyone to learn; as long as you could grasp them, you could take what you needed from the library. The only thing the Drunken Old Man taught them was the Sitting Forgetting Sutra. In his words:
"My Insight has chosen you, which means you are truly exceptional. If you can't even learn this, it would be an insult to my Insight, and insulting my Insight will result in a Thunder Strike."
Then, he tossed them one by one into the Great Five Elements Chaotic Thunder Formation in the back mountain, allowing them to experience that unforgettable love.
Zuo Dao had already practiced the Sitting Forgetting Sutra to the ninth level of the Refinement Stage, with each level representing a deeper excavation of his body's potential. Usually, when together, his classmates wouldn't reach any significant level of cultivation. However, Zuo Dao knew that at least a few of them were above the mid-stage of Nurturing True Essence, though he wasn't sure how many levels they had achieved.
At this moment, Zuo Dao was immersed in the Great Five Elements Chaotic Thunder Formation, launching an assault on the ninth level of the Refinement Stage. As long as he succeeded in this ninth level, he would naturally advance to the Nurturing Origin Realm. Once he reached the Nurturing Origin Realm, Zuo Classmate could begin his own cultivation journey.
True Essence below is referred to as strength; it nurtures power, strengthens the soul, and refines the meridians to generate essence. The foundational four realms are known as cultivation, while true practice begins above Nurturing True Essence.
Zuo Dao entered his cultivation state. In this state, he earned a notorious nickname on Zuo Wang Peak—Mad Dao.
After witnessing his first cultivation session, the Drunken Old Man remarked with just one sentence:
"This kid is either crazy or too arrogant."
In truth, Zuo Dao felt more wronged than Dou E. "Damn it! Do you think I wanted this?" But with no outlet for his grievances, he could only silently accept it.
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