Chapter 170: Mission (II)

Once he took action as the masked man, it would mean that both Chen Yiming and the masked man were connected to the warrior clan at the same time, and the outside world would easily suspect him to be the masked man.

It was not worth the risk of exposing his identity to obtain the willow tree cores or the cloud mist fruit.

“Go on. Be careful.”

Zhang Mingshou smiled again and waved his hand, indicating that Chen Yiming was free to go.

Chen Yiming thanked the elder again and set off for Three Rivers City.

When he stepped out of the mountain gate, he felt mixed emotions. A sense of belonging that he had never felt before suddenly surfaced in his heart.

Being on the mountain was very different from below the mountain. With a sect master at the third stage of the warrior realm holding down the fort, he felt less burdened by worldly affairs when on the mountain.

Most people only had one goal, and that was to go further on the path of martial arts. The interactions between disciples were almost all related to martial arts.

This kind of environment was relatively pure. For example, Su Mo’er would only consider descending the mountain for missions or when the deadline of three years for entering the sect was up.

When she encountered problems in her cultivation, she didn’t care about her reputation at all. Not only did she consult Court Head Zhou and some inner sect disciples, but she also felt no shame in asking Chen Yiming, her junior who had just joined the sect for a week. All she wanted was to increase her chances of succeeding in her cultivation.

Dai Yuanhang, an inner sect disciple who lived in the same house, reminded Chen Yiming of the top students in his previous world who focused on scientific research. Other than sleeping and resting, he spent most of his time studying martial arts.

Qian Bingnan seemed to be a person who only cared about his strength, but for the sake of a chance to improve, he was willing to pay a price that others would think was unnecessary to find other disciples to spar with him.

There were also the two elders at the library and the mission hall. Chen Yiming had stayed in the Mantis Snake Sword School for a year, but Grandma Wei, who was in charge of the library, and Elder Yin, who was in charge of the supplies, were only concerned with their work. They rarely interacted with the core disciples.

Finally, there was the Mantis Snake Court’s Zhou Xuesheng. Compared to Wan Rong, at least for now, he hadn’t tried to use his position to get Chen Yiming to join the sect for his own gain.

On the other hand, the society below the mountain was not much different from his previous world. In fact, because of the strength of their martial arts, experts who had achieved success in martial arts pursued status, money, benefits, and so on.

There were very few people who had the spirit of martial arts exploration. Once they felt that their potential was exhausted, there were very few who would dare to risk their lives to pursue it further even if there was a slim chance of succeeding.

The martial arts factions below the mountain were mostly disciples who had been eliminated from the mountain and those who were not talented enough to go up the mountain when they were young.

They could use the excuse of letting the more capable ones do the exploration, but Chen Yiming, who had the martial arts talent system, couldn’t agree with that.

After all, even if Chen Yiming could continuously increase his talent, there would come a day when he would no longer have anyone to follow in the path of martial arts on the blue planet.

It wasn’t enough to rely on one person to explore the unknown path of martial arts. One day, Chen Yiming would need the entire blue planet’s martial arts world to participate.

At that time, it would naturally be better if there were more people like Su Mo’er and Dai Yuanhang.

This way, Chen Yiming would need to use his strength to support a relatively stable environment so that these people could focus on their martial arts without any worries.

…

Three Rivers City

was located at the border of the southwest corner of Jiangnan province.

The area and population were about the same as that of East Lake City. They were both considered small to medium-sized cities.

The martial arts factions here were naturally not very strong. An ordinary warrior was already considered a famous big shot in the city. His words and actions would have a significant impact on the martial arts world in Three Rivers City.

There were a large number of factions in the disciple realm that were like branches hanging off the big trees that represented these big shots in the warrior realm.

It was only a matter of time before those who insisted on not taking sides with any warrior factions would be wiped out for some reason or another.

…

At the headquarters of the Mantis Snake Sword School in Three Rivers City, after the head, Fang Xiong, received the news, he led a group of core disciples and stood at the door to wait.

All of them were wearing the Mantis Snake Sword School’s training robes and had long swords at their waists.

At this moment, one of the core disciples who had not participated in the outer sect disciple assessment asked an older core disciple curiously,

“Third Senior Brother, what exactly is the Myriad Phenomena Sect like?”

The third senior brother, Huang Guangjun, instantly recalled his embarrassing experience during the assessment and smiled awkwardly. “It’s just that the size of the martial arts school is larger, there are more disciples, and the overall martial arts level is higher.

Other than these, the process of the disciple’s promotion is not much different. The students of the branch school correspond to the outer sect disciples, the core disciples to the inner sect disciples and the true disciples, and the head of the school to the court head.”

The young man who had asked the question was called Li Chunsheng. He became even more curious and continued to ask, “Then what type of disciple is coming down from the Myriad Phenomena Sect today?”

The head of the school and the other disciples were all present, so Huang Guangjun could not refuse to answer. Hence, he explained, “The outer sect disciples are only slightly stronger than me. He might be an inner sect disciple or a true disciple.”

Li Chunsheng continued to ask, “Is there a huge difference between an inner sect disciple and a true disciple?”

The Myriad Phenomena Sect was the holy land for martial arts in the hearts of the disciples.

At this moment, Li Chunsheng was already imagining the scene of him passing the outer sect disciple assessment under the guidance of his master and joining the Myriad Phenomena Sect.

After all, those who could become core disciples of the martial arts school were already considered the most talented among the younger generation in Three Rivers City.

However, in order to prevent the core disciples from losing confidence, the head did not allow the older core disciples who had participated in the outer sect assessment to tell the younger core disciples the truth of the situation.

Therefore, young disciples like Li Chunsheng, who was often praised as a genius in Three Rivers City, had no idea how high the elimination rate was for outer sect disciples.

Huang Guangjun glanced at his eldest and second senior brothers, who were trying their best to hold back their laughter. He inexplicably felt a surge of anger in his heart, so he replied, “How would I know? I didn’t pass the Myriad Phenomena Sect’s assessment.”

Li Chunsheng did not think much of it. For some reason, a small universe grew in his heart.

The head, Fang Xiong, had once encouraged him not to give up easily, and said that when he was 18, he would bring him up the mountain to participate in the outer sect disciple assessment.

From the time he joined the branch school to the time he became the top disciple in the branch school and was promoted to a core disciple, his path of martial arts seemed to be smooth sailing.

He successfully completed the first transformation, and since then, he had managed to achieve a breakthrough almost every year. Every month, he would see improvement in his abilities, and it seemed as though he would not encounter any obstacles that he could not overcome and could continue to break through on his path of martial arts.

His past successes had given him an endless amount of confidence. He had thought that participating in the assessment at the age of 18 was the right age, but he did not know that he was actually only able to participate in the assessment at the age of 18 because of his lack of talent.

He was making use of the years from the age of 15 to 18, when he was at the golden age of practicing martial arts, to unearth as much of his potential as possible. Finally, he would fight for his last hope at the ages of 18, 19, and 20.

Thinking of it this way, Huang Guangjun suddenly felt much better.

As someone who had been through this before, he could roughly guess what Li Chunsheng was thinking. He had an inexplicable sense of confidence and imagined that in the future, a group of people, including the head of the Myriad Phenomena Sect, would come to the door to welcome him to join the sect.

Suddenly, he sighed in his heart. Memories of the past could not help but surge into his mind. His persistence in martial arts had only changed after going through the assessment.

Huang Guangjun had participated in the recruitment of the Myriad Phenomena Sect that year. He had seen a large number of geniuses from various places who were similar to him, but in the end, he had returned in defeat.

His once burning heart was instantly doused in cold water. Because of this, he had been dispirited for nearly three months before he gradually recovered.

He realized that the martial arts school was only a place for martial arts training. In the end, he still had to return to his clan.