Chapter 1 - The Taoist Fatty (1/2)
Chapter 1: The Taoist Fatty
In the endless vast mountains, there reside hundreds of greater and lesser sects, Mystical Sky Yard is one of the more tyrannic and powerful schools. Although Mystical Sky Yard only has a population of a few thousand, it possesses up to tens of thousands of miles of land in this area, and they are without a doubt, the rulers of these land, any pract.i.tioners who would dare make trouble here would be killed without mercy. Mystical Sky Yard’s reputation is built upon the corpses of numerous foreign pract.i.tioners.
At dusk, when majority of the pract.i.tioners in Mystical Sky Yard were having dinner or practicing, a little Taoist monk around sixteen or seventeen year old suddenly appeared in all the different side yards. The little Taoist monk appears a little chubby on the outside, dressed in a dirty green Taoist robe. Despite having a naturally delicate look, but with his pair of perverted little eyes has completely undermined his efforts to create the temperament of an immortal, which doesn’t make him look like a Pract.i.tioner. Instead, it made him look like an illiterate. In addition, he has an uncomfortable name, Song Zhong, which sounds like ‘Song Zhong’, thus causing everyone to despise him. Anyways, n.o.body calls him by his real name but instead calls him little fatty.
Little Fatty has a miserable background, his parents were elite disciples in the branch sect, but ten years ago, they met with an accident, and pa.s.sed away. The Sect is famous for being cold and heartless, thus without the protection of his parents, his shocking ‘innate talent’ which can be considered as ‘Legendary Trash’ caused his status to take a plunge. From a child who was constantly under the protection and love of his parents, he became a servant who was constantly bullied by everyone.
A person who has an average affinity with all 5 elements has a t.i.tle in the martial arts world, a ‘trash of all trades’. Although he can practise the spells of all elements, unfortunately he can never be outstanding in anything, and will never be able to become a true pract.i.tioner. Even by using countless elixirs to aid his training, there is still no hope for him to be an expert in any way. Under such circ.u.mstances, no school will be willing to waste any of these precious training materials on such a guy.
If not for the prestige of his parents, little fatty would long ago been chased out of the sect, left to perish on his own. But even so, his circ.u.mstances are not good. He cannot even be considered an outer court disciple, he can only be a lowly servant who does odd jobs. He specialises in helping the different side yards clear up their trash during dusk every day.
Even though little fatty is always silly and blur, but he is actually a very strong willed boy, even though he has seen through all sorts of ugliness and kindness from people over the past 10 years, not only did he not give up on himself, but continued to struggle in the face of difficulties. Even knowing that he has horrible talent, he has never given up on practicing.
Every day, other than his job of collecting rubbish, he spends the rest of his time on cultivating, for almost 20 hours a day(1 s.h.i.+chen = 2 Hours). This sort of hard working att.i.tude, even the pract.i.tioners who are considered to be martial art fanatics would be scared if they heard about it. After all, not everybody is able to be a statue, sitting down for a whole 16 whole hours without any form of entertainment nor anybody to converse with, just purely focusing on channelling your Qi. That sort of feeling can make any person alive seat til his brains turn to mus.h.!.+
But, not only has Little Fatty been able to sustain this for 10 years, he firmly believes that as long as he doesn’t stop practising, he will be able to step upon all those who once bullied him before. As the saying goes, ‘The heavens do not disappoint the hard worker’. Alas, in his practise session yesterday night, little fatty had successfully converted all his Qi from HouTian to XianTian and became a true pract.i.tioner.
When mortals are born, they are all considered to be at the HouTian stage. Only by removing all the stench of HouTian and converting it into XianTian are they able to begin practising martial art techniques. If they manage to do it, they will become a pract.i.tioner. Otherwise, they will forever remain as a mortal.
However, in the face of such results, other than laughing bitterly, Little Fatty had nothing to be happy about. This is because those with talents have been able to cross this hurdle before they are 10. Some genius, supplemented by their family’s resources, are even able to achieve this when they’re merely 5 years old or younger! In other words, as compared to Song Zhong, these people have many more years to cultivate.
One must know that cultivating is an act which defies the heavens, it is essentially competing with the heavens for time. If one is unable to achieve any progress before his lifespan is over, what awaits him is nothing but death. Time spent cultivating is very precious, and it directly affects the future of the pract.i.tioner. For people like Song Zhong who needed 16 years to cross the hurdle towards becoming a cultivator, unless he is able to have any miraculous opportunity, he can basically wait to die.
In fact, the reason why Little Fatty is taking this gamble is because he really has such an opportunity which comes from an unknown treasure left by his parents. According to his parents, this treasure came from an ancient cave, and looking at the structure of the cave, the cave owner is likely to possess paramount strength. Chances were that his possessions would be extraordinary. Unfortunately, before Song Zhong’s parents were able to figure what it was out, they were sent out on a mission and never returned. This object was the only article which was left to Song Zhong by his parents.
Little Fatty’s intention was after he had cultivated to the XianTian stage, he would refine this treasure into his Natal Artifact. If he is lucky and it turned out to be a unique treasure, it could be the solution to all his problems. If not, he can only give up the idea of cultivating and slowly await his death.
People are naturally in a good mood when they have a good day. With this happy event, he became more light-hearted in his job since he had something to look forward to. He first went to the Mystical Sky Yard’s Talisman Hall, where disciples of the Sect practises the usage of the talismans. As such, there are a lot of discarded talismans here every day. The Taoist Children of the hall would clear up all these rubbish once the elite disciples leave. Little Fatty’s job now is to sweep up all these rubbish. Compared to the previous jobs of was.h.i.+ng the dishes, cleaning up the place, the work is tougher, because the road to and fro is long.
There are 2 baskets of discarded talismans, as Song Zhong went to the shed in the backyard, he placed his empty basket down in a trained manner, after which he picked up the 2 full baskets of discarded talismans and briskly walked towards the outside.