บท 13: Chapter 13: How Stupid

The Sacred Land of Immortal Gate is said to be the former residence of the founder, Saint Li Luo.

To spread his teachings, Saint Li Luo built a large courtyard in front of his house, where the first group of disciples listened to his sermons and studied the Dharma.

Although it is called a former residence, it is actually a house made of thatched grass.

Next to the thatched house, there is an apricot tree, which is said to have been planted by Saint Li Luo himself and has now grown into a towering tree that reaches the sky.

The tree before their eyes is like a towering giant, with strong and sturdy branches. The bark is crisscrossed with patterns, seemingly recording thousands of years of history. The leaves are lush, forming a green sky above the courtyard. There are also some new green buds on the top of the tree.

This ancient tree has spanned tens of thousands of years, witnessing the fall of countless famous talents, and has lived to meet him now. In the future, it will still be here, meeting more talented newcomers of Immortal Gate.

"After thousands of years, the tree may be the same, but the people change."

Lu Chuan looked at the ancient tree in front of him and sighed.

Seeing scenes that he could never have seen in his previous life on Earth, Lu Chuan was moved and temporarily put aside the idea of questioning whether the system was trying to kill him.

Luo Li was by his side, so he didn't dare to openly open the system.

Luo Li was a person favored by the heavens. If the heavens played a joke on Lu Chuan, it meant that not only he could see the system, but Luo Li could see it too. If that's the case then his adventure in the world of cultivation would come to an end.

"As expected of Senior Brother Lu Chuan. Even a casual remark from you can benefit me greatly."

Seeing the admiring look in Luo Li's eyes, Lu Chuan was confused.

What did he say? Wasn't it just reciting a poem?

"Senior Brother wants to tell me that in the face of eternal things, only by achieving success in cultivation and comprehending the Great Dao can one truly succeed."

Lu Chuan took advantage of the situation and nodded, "You're right."

Elder Wang Song's voice came, "Alright, since you're familiar with the environment, quickly find a place to sit. Don't forget what I just said."

He stood at the entrance of the Sacred Land and used a technique similar to Lion's Roar. He could be heard clearly even from a distance.

Lu Chuan and Luo Li walked to a corner of the courtyard and sat down.

There were no other disciples within a few meters of them. They were all gathered near the Saint's thatched house, thinking that the closer they were to the house, the more insights they would gain.

"You go find another place. Young Master, I have reserved this place."

Suddenly, an argument could be heard.

Lu Chuan and Luo Li were familiar with the owner of one of the voice. There was only one person here who would speak so arrogantly, It was Sima Dong.

"Didn't you hear me, or do you look down on me and not take me seriously?"

"We all entered at the same time, so where does this reservation come from? I won't let you, please find another place."

"You dare to say that, it seems you don't know who I am!

Listen carefully. I, Sima Dong, am the young master of the prestigious Sima family of cultivators, and also the direct disciple of the sect's elder, Nangong Xi.

I'll give you another chance. If you step aside, I won't pursue your rudeness just now."

The young disciple who didn't want to give up his seat had naturally heard of Sima Dong's name. He was notorious in the sect, and everyone avoided talking about him, afraid of getting into trouble.

At this point, he could only reluctantly give up his seat.

Sima Dong proudly sat down. Now he was sitting in the front row, facing Saint's thatched house.

When Lu Chuan saw Sima Dong say this, he glanced at him a few times and thought to himself that Sima Dong really had a short memory.

He, Lu Chuan, was a mid-stage small boss, while Sima Dong was just one of the stepping stones for the protagonist in the early stage. What ability do you have to provoke me?

It seems that I need to remind him again and let him know who the real antagonist is.

Just as Lu Chuan was about to stand up, Luo Li grabbed him.

"Senior Brother, don't be impulsive. Elder Wang Song is still watching. If you make a move, both of you will be expelled. It's not worth giving up the opportunity to comprehend the Sacred Land for someone like him."

Seeing the still open gate and Elder Wang Song standing there, trembling on the verge of exploding, Lu Chuan could only sit back down.

The task at hand is more important. Afterward, he will definitely find an opportunity to deal with Sima Dong harshly.

"Sit properly! Sacred Land cannot allow you to act recklessly. The comprehension begins. Anyone who doesn't sit down will be kicked out."

All the disciples obediently sat down and began their own comprehension.

"Senior brother, shall we start as well?"

The Dao Rhyme condensed by Saint's former residence has a certain quantity. If they comprehend it too late, they will miss out on the insights they should have gained.

Seeing everyone around entering a meditative state, Lu Chuan summoned the system.

"Come out and explain. Were you persuaded by Luo Li? Are you trying to kill me or something?"

Lu Chuan admitted that if Luo Li were to dress in women's clothing, even without makeup, with his nearly perfect face and delicate temperament, he would be an enchanting beauty.

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"Host, you've misunderstood. I definitely stand on your side. We have a shared destiny. If you were to be killed by Luo Li, I would be restored to factory settings.

Let me explain. The amount of Dao Rhyme condensed in this Sacred Land is best in moderation for ordinary people. Absorbing too much will lead to death, while absorbing too little will result in limited comprehension.

But you, as the host, are different. You possess the Chaos Immortal Physique. Although your cultivation is only at the Foundation Building Stage, in terms of comprehending the heavens and earth, you are at least at the level of a Land God Immortal.

The amount of Dao Rhyme condensed in this Sacred Land can only be considered as appetizers for you.

Time is of the essence. Host, quickly meditate and cultivate, and complete the task as soon as possible."

After listening to the system's explanation, Lu Chuan chose to believe what the system said and began meditating.

Lu Chuan operated the circulation of qi in the microcosmic and macrocosmic orbits, which felt different from his previous cultivation outside. There was a mysterious feeling.

It seemed that an external force was surging into his body from the Baihui acupoint (top of the head), helping him circulate spiritual energy.

With each circulation, his meridians became stronger and his dantian expanded.

If the Dao Rhyme had a form, Lu Chuan's situation would be like a vacuum cleaner, continuously absorbing the Dao Rhyme in this Sacred Land. Others, on the other hand, were only absorbing it bit by bit, with differing speeds.

Time passed minute by minute.

Outside of Sacred Land, the elders were curious about what was happening inside, which made Wang Song so angry.

Wang Song roughly explained the incident of Sima Dong taking someone else's position. When the elders heard that the protagonist of the story was the beloved disciple of Elder Nangong, they didn't dare to comment.

Elder Nangong saw an opportunity to impress Lin Qingxue and said excitedly, "The cultivation world is a place where strength speaks. If disciples are well protected every day, they will still be bullied and humiliated outside the sect. This kind of competition within the sect helps the disciples grow."

"Elder Nangong, you know how to talk. In my opinion, this is just bullying the weak and throwing your weight." Elder Wang Song coldly snorted.

The other elders silently agreed with Wang Song in their hearts.

Wang Song was the Grand Elder of the Hope Immortal Gate, standing above ten thousand people. He wasn't afraid of any cultivation families or sect elders targeting him.

Who could target him? He was on equal footing with the Sect Master, calling each other brothers.

"How dull." Lin Qingxue, who was under the shade of a tree, commented.

Her immediate superior and the woman she had long pursued were both involved in this. Elder Nangong felt a bit at a loss but still forced himself to say, "Regardless, Sima Dong will definitely not disappoint in that position. He will become the disciple who has persisted the longest in Sacred Land in the history of the sect."

"That's not necessarily true," Wang Song disagreed.

Among the disciples who entered the Sacred Land this time, there are many talented individuals.

Sima Dong is a talented individual, but when it comes to which disciple in Sacred Land has the most comprehension, it should be Lu Chuan.

In the past six months, whenever he met with his senior martial brother Zhang Zhenhai, he would always boast about Lu Chuan. He even said he wanted to arrange a marriage between Lu Chuan and Wang Yueyan. It made him almost allergic to the name Lu Chuan.

How stupid.

As long as he, Wang Song, is still alive, he will protect his daughter's purity.

What kind of stinky man wants to get close to Wang Yueyan? They have to be able to defeat him first.