hotmtlnovel Chapter 216: What are you guys scared of?
Chapter 216: What are you guys scared of?
A young man with a strong physique, fair skin, and a handsome face walked through the forest far away from the capital city. He was dressed in an expensive-looking silk robe decorated with intricate patterns of silver and gold thread, which matched well with his gray hair and red eyes. He had a confident gait, and he looked like a rich nobleman who belonged to an illustrious clan.
However, his face was marred with a frown. "What is that guy doing in this backwater region? It's been several days since he disappeared without informing anyone. I can understand that he needs some time for himself, but this isn't the way to treat one's friends." He muttered to himself as he kept walking.
He soon found a cave hidden among the rocks and trees, which was his destination. "This is the place, huh?" He murmured before he entered the cave. As he went further inside, he noticed a faint light flickering in the distance, so he quickened his steps toward it.
When he looked at the source of the illumination, he saw blue crystals that had dimmed down to a soft glow embedded on the walls of the tunnel.
'These crystals are filled with spiritual energy, but they have lost most of their power already. Just what are they being used for?' He wondered as he moved forward, following the tunnel that led further underground.
He soon arrived at an opening where there was a natural array formation that also seemed to have dimmed a lot from its former glory. There was a person sitting in the center of the circle, cultivating while absorbing the remaining energy from the formation.
When the young man saw this scene, he was shocked to discover that his cultivation was much higher compared to a few days ago, when he last met this individual.
'His cultivation level is already in the Middle-Stage of the True Spirit Realm? But I thought he was still stuck in the Spirit Foundation realm not so long ago. This must be because of the natural array formation... I guess his luck is as heaven-defying as always,' He thought as he stared at the cultivator cultivating.
The cultivator opened his eyes after sensing someone enter the chamber. "Oh, it's you, Jacob. How did you find me? And why are you here?" The young man he addressed as Jacob was none other than Jacob Gray.
Jacob smiled at him and answered, "Hey, buddy! Did you forget that I am the heir of the Gray family? I have a treasure that allows me to track people using their spiritual imprint. And since your spiritual imprint is the most familiar to me, it was easy to find you even if you went into seclusion in this remote location."
The young man raised his eyebrows upon hearing Jacob's reply and chuckled before shaking his head. "Well, I guess that makes sense. Anyway, are you here to talk about something important?"
Jacob's expression turned serious, and he nodded. "Argon, the new disciple recruitment trials of the Twilight Mist Sect will begin in the afternoon today. Since you wanted to join them, I came to inform you about this matter. After all, there's only a few hours left before the event starts. I don't want you to miss it."
There were also many rogue cultivators from various regions who hoped to join the Twilight Mist Sect and reap the benefits it offered. Because the sect was open to everyone regardless of their background or origins, they considered the chance to train here a blessing that could change their lives forever.
Although they had to compete with other cultivators who had better resources and support from their respective organizations, it didn't deter them from attempting the trials. After all, many of the most powerful cultivators of the current generation were once ordinary people who had nothing but their willpower and determination to succeed.
As long as they had the ability and drive to keep trying, they might one day rise above their peers and achieve greatness beyond their wildest imaginations.
So, despite being unable to receive assistance from anyone and lacking access to high-grade cultivation techniques and pills, these individuals were still willing to put their lives on the line in order to enroll in the Twilight Mist Sect. As they say, fortune favors the bold, and sometimes the weakest seed can grow into the mightiest tree if given enough time and proper nourishment.
The Twilight Mist Sect was bustling with activity today. Several thousand prospective disciples were climbing the mountain along the winding stone pathway leading towards the sect's main gate.
However, there was a clear distinction between the two groups of applicants. A majority of them consisted of rogue cultivators, but they didn't dare walk next to the young masters of various factions and even gave them a wide berth as they passed by. Meanwhile, the latter group acted as if they owned the world, walking with their heads held high and paying no heed to anyone else around them.
After all, rogue cultivators knew their place in society. As the saying goes, 'the strong devour the weak', and they didn't want to provoke the wrath of those who possessed superior backgrounds. Yet, there is always someone who does not mind the rules and prefers to live life according to their own standards.
"Hahaha... What are you guys scared of? Just because they wear expensive clothes doesn't mean they're any better than you. Don't forget that we're cultivators as well! We shouldn't bow down to others just because they are born with a golden spoon in their mouths. If you don't stand up for yourself now, then how can you expect to improve and rise above your current position?
The strong rule this world, not those who have inherited their parents' wealth!" A muscular youth who appeared like a giant among the crowd shouted out loud with a booming voice that resounded throughout the surroundings.
His body was massive with bulging muscles, which showed off his powerful physique. He was holding a large hammer that was resting on his shoulder. Its head was round and thick, with runes engraved all over it. It looked heavy, but the young man carried it like it weighed nothing.
His words echoed deep within the hearts of those who heard him speak, stirring up the fire of passion burning within their souls. It brought courage into the hearts of those who feared retribution from those who had a background.
However, as soon as his words left his mouth, one of the young masters present sneered. "Oh? Did you hear that? How impudent! Do you think we care what a bunch of losers like you think of us? Go ahead and keep dreaming.
We'll crush you all when the time comes, haha!" He mocked him with a contemptuous grin plastered on his face.