newbobooks Chapter 249 Rejection
Chapter 249 Rejection
"The owner of this fist is named He Huan." A voice sounded in Mu Changsheng's ears, and it sounded quite familiar.
Mu Changsheng looked up and saw that it was Yang Wuque who was slowly walking down the slope and answered his question.
"So you're here, sir." Mu Changsheng greeted him, and then he remembered the name that Yang Wuque had just mentioned, He Huan. Mu Changsheng was not only familiar with this name, but also remembered it very clearly, because He Dao was the founder of the eighth-grade body refining secret technique, Nine Turns of the Infinite.
Yang Wuque said at the right time: "I have read the introduction of the Nine-Turn Infinite Secret Technique. Among the three major body-refining secret techniques, this one has the highest intention. However, it is up to you to decide which secret technique to choose in the end."
"Disciple understands." Mu Changsheng said respectfully. The reason why Nine Turns to the Infinite is said to be the most high-minded is because the secret technique already includes the cultivation part of the Nine Realms of Body Refining. However, the master of this secret technique has not been able to break through to the Nine Realms of Body Refining. Therefore, it is still a mystery whether the Nine Turns to the Infinite can eventually allow people to successfully cultivate to the Nine Realms of Body Refining.
"I just saw someone throwing a punch up there, and I guessed it was you." Yang Wuque said with a smile, happy for Mu Changsheng's breakthrough.
"This Eternal Monument is truly a great treasure." Mu Changsheng exclaimed. With this Eternal Monument in the sect, the disciples gain insights every day, and it is impossible for them not to become stronger.
"The Eternal Monument is good, but it also depends on one's understanding." Yang Wuque shook his head slightly, and then said: "You have already made some breakthroughs in your fist intention. It will be difficult to improve in a short period of time if you continue to comprehend it. After all, the shackles of your cultivation are still there. Come down the mountain with me. You and I haven't fought for a long time."
"Okay." Mu Changsheng's face turned bitter when he heard the word "fight" and he said in a weak voice.
After the two men came down the mountain, they found an uninhabited mountain and started fighting.
"Bang bang bang..." After a round of fighting, Mu Changsheng was defeated again as expected. However, with the breakthrough of Mu Changsheng's artistic conception, the number of moves he could maintain increased a lot. Now he can fight with Yang Wuque for more than a hundred moves.
"Yes, it seems that you have not fallen behind in your practice these days." Yang Wuque commented, but a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. As Mu Changsheng's cultivation level gradually increased, the time he could last under him also became longer and longer. Perhaps it would not be long before Mu Changsheng would be able to defeat him completely.
"There is always someone better than you, so naturally, I dare not slack off." Mu Changsheng is humble and does not dare to be proud. Even though he has become a disciple of Lingshan Sect and even though he has broken through to the Nascent Soul Stage, he still feels deeply weak and lacks a sense of security.
"Always keep this in mind, and you will definitely achieve something. I hope you will not forget your original intention and keep a kind heart in the future." Yang Wuque advised.
"Disciple will remember this." Mu Changsheng replied respectfully with his fist clasped.
Then, Mu Changsheng took the initiative to ask: "Sir, you should have been to the Sutra Repository Peak these days, right? Do you have any inspiration to create your own secret technique?"
Yang Wuque did not answer directly, but asked: "You have now reached the Nascent Soul stage. If I ask you to create a secret technique now, do you have any inspiration?"
Mu Changsheng was speechless. He understood the implication of Yang Wuque's words. He was in the Nascent Soul stage and Yang Wuque was in the Spirit Transformation stage. The gap between them was not that big. Since he himself could not create a secret technique, the difficulty for Yang Wuque would not be easy either.
Now, Mu Changsheng truly felt what it meant to have little hope. For a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm to create a secret technique to change his destiny, the hope was so small that it could be ignored. This was simply not a task that a cultivator in the God Transformation Realm could accomplish.
Mu Changsheng was very sad, but Yang Wuque looked calm. He had already accepted the reality and took out a storage bag and handed it to Mu Changsheng.
Mu Changsheng took the storage bag, took a look at it, and was immediately shocked, because the storage bag contained a full thousand gold and silver coins worth of sect contribution value.
"Take it. It takes two thousand contribution points to exchange for an eighth-grade secret technique. With mine, you should have just enough. You don't need to worry about me. I still have most of the top-grade spirit stones you gave me before. Plus, I grow some spiritual creatures on my own mountain, so I can be self-sufficient." Yang Wuque said with a smile.
"No." Mu Changsheng firmly refused. After forcibly returning the storage bag to Yang Wuque, he said: "Sir, this move is really putting me in an unkind and unjust situation. If I take this thousand contribution points today, and you fail to create a secret technique and pass away in the future, I will regret it for the rest of my life."
"You idiot, this is a hopeless matter, why waste these contribution points?" Yang Wuque scolded.
"Even if there is really no hope, sir, you should not give up. Anyway, I will not accept this contribution value no matter what." Mu Changsheng still said firmly. This was the same as his decision not to ask Lu Si for contribution points again. It was a matter of principle and there was no room for negotiation.
Afterwards, Mu Changsheng bowed to Yang Wuque and said, "I still have to go to Wangu Peak to comprehend the realm of talisman and formation. Take care, sir."
After saying this, Mu Changsheng turned around and left without waiting for Yang Wuque's reply, heading towards Wangu Peak.
Yang Wuque stood where he was, without stopping Mu Changsheng, with a complicated expression on his face, muttering: "I am not alone in my path."
At the foot of Wangu Peak, Mu Changsheng resolutely stepped onto the mountain trail of Fu Dao and refused the one thousand contribution points. Instead, his thoughts became clearer and his perception became deeper. In a short moment, he could clearly feel that his Fu Dao had made a breakthrough.
"This is the way of talismans and their meaning!" Mu Changsheng sighed with satisfaction. His understanding of the way of talismans became deeper and deeper. This feeling was so wonderful.
Then, Mu Changsheng relied on Fu Yi's breakthrough and continued to climb the mountain.
After reaching the maximum distance, Mu Changsheng sat cross-legged and continued to comprehend the grand meaning of this path.
After several days, Mu Changsheng opened his eyes on his own initiative and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, this artistic conception is only best the first time. The more you become familiar with it, the less effective it will be."
Mu Changsheng still needs to practice, and is not willing to spend a lot of time on the Eternal Monument for the time being. When he has cultivated a clone in the future, he can send the clone to stay here permanently to comprehend the artistic conception.
So, Mu Changsheng walked down the mountain along the path, but he did not leave Wangu Peak. Instead, he changed to a mountain trail, which was the formation trail.
As soon as he stepped into this path, Mu Changsheng's ideas surged like a spring, and his understanding of the way of formations instantly expanded a lot. This was also largely related to the experience in formations that Taoist Master Nan passed on to him.
Therefore, it only took Mu Changsheng two days to make a breakthrough in the art of formations.
After getting what he wanted, Mu Changsheng returned to Wangu Peak and announced to his parents that he would go into seclusion to practice from that day forward.
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Spring goes and autumn comes, grass grows and birds fly, and in a blink of an eye, Mu Changsheng has been in seclusion for a year.
One day, Wang Tianhua came to the door of Mu Changsheng's cave and said in a voice transmission: "Is Junior Brother Mu here?"
Mu Changsheng in the cave opened his eyes, stood up and went out to greet the guest: "Greetings, Senior Brother Wang."
Wang Tianhua saw that Mu Changsheng was full of energy and his aura was much stronger, so he guessed that Mu Changsheng must have been practicing in seclusion for a long time, and immediately asked: "Is it possible that I didn't disturb Junior Brother Mu's practice?"
"No, it's just daily practice to improve my magic power." Mu Changsheng said with a smile, and then asked: "Brother Wang, do you have a mission here?"
The sect has a rule that disciples must accept a mission issued by the sect every three years. Mu Changsheng has been a disciple for more than two years now, and it is time for him to take on the sect's mission.
"That's right." Wang Tianhua nodded and said, "There just happened to be a sect mission that suits you, so I came to ask if you're willing to go."
"I wonder what the mission is?" Mu Changsheng asked again.
Wang Tianhua explained in detail: "It is a mission to guard the Tianshui Realm branch. Two of our junior brothers have already completed their term of guarding the Tianshui Realm, so we need two more people to take over their mission. According to convention, this kind of mission is usually assigned to disciples below the Tribulation Realm. The term of the garrison mission is three years, and after the three years are up, they will be rewarded with 100 contribution points."