133 Honey, Quickly Enter My Bowl (1/2)

There was no light and no wind. Boundless darkness immersed everything, near and far, as if the world had plunged into a limitless bottle of ink, brewing in the eternal silence.

Here was the Savage Land, the western mountain, under the black tide.

At the foot of the western mountain at the Savage Land, every ten days, there must be a day where the black tide arrived. Under the black tide, all living beings would cease to live. Under the blue dome of heaven and above the earth, all living beings would accept its baptism, and not one would be spared.

Under the earth within the mountains, and in the rivers and lakes, each creature huddled in fear waiting for the end of the black tide.

In a nameless cave in the Western Mountain, a young cultivator was wielding a sword, guarding at the mouth of the cave. The plain looking sword was held pointing forward, one end at the mouth of the cave, the other end stabbing the thick ink-like black tide.

A moment later, the arm holding the sword began to tremble. A “humming” sound came out of the sword and, as if there was some creature roaring within that black tide, the cultivator then withdrew the sword and turned away.

The black tide spread in, trying to follow that cultivator into the cave. However, the light from the fire within the cave was quite brilliant, which caused the cultivator’s sword to glitter. The black tide hesitated for a moment and then retreated from the cave.

Thus, the cultivator put down the sword, and his eyes shifted toward the golden flame within the cave. The fire didn’t come from firewood nor oil, but pieces of glittering jade. A piece of fist-sized jade of this kind would be able to ward off the black tide with its flame for a few hours. And in this cave, there were two or three such jades.

“But, we’ve nearly collected all of the bright jade in the vicinity. After this black tide is over, we need to move.”

That cultivator said, paused, and then continued, “Actually, I think I can try to streak once.”

His voice has just fallen when his sword let out a humming sound, and a cold female voice rang in his ear, “If you don’t want to die, then don’t look for trouble, why don’t you understand this?”

“It’s not as if I didn’t look for trouble once or twice in this western mountain. In short, I am still alive.”

“You’ve already lost your left arm, yet you still want to show off?”

“Yeah, I am missing an arm, so I can’t easily stroke my ‘sword’ in this Savage Land. Therefore, later on, I have to depend on you to masturbate me.”

The sword’s hum suddenly turned grating, which shook the whole bright jade and the fire. The cultivator hastily apologized, “Sister Autumn, Sister Autumn, I was wrong okay, don’t scream at me.”

The sword was still buzzing, but the sound was getting smaller, yet the woman’s voice was still angry and somewhat stifled. “Move away your foot first.”

The cultivator immediately lifted away his foot that just stepped on the sword, and said with a smile, “I’m sorry, my body’s instinctive reaction is really fast.”

“You, this guy, are really something. I’ve never seen a person as happy as you in the Savage Land.”

“The basic quality of a professional adventurer is to be optimistic.”

With that, that cultivator leaned his body against the rock wall as he quietly sat down and began to circulate his breathing according to the Method.

Needless to say, this was Wang Lu and his Sword of Mount Kun’s sword spirit, Autumn Beam. Although Nine Regions was vast and boundless, a cultivator who prided himself as a professional adventurer was perhaps only this one and no others.

Currently, Wang Lu had spent more than three hundred nights at the western mountain.

Less than one year ago, his Master had duped him and sent him into this Savage Land without any reason nor explanation. However, with their tacit understanding as the Non-Phase Master and disciple, Wang Lu didn’t need an explanation.

He knew that this was something similar to the experiential learning because it happened when he had just reached the fifth level Qi Cultivating Stage and ready to begin training the Non-Phase Sword Qi. Usually, every skills or technique of Non-Phase Method had to be trained in some marvelous or strange way, and this was probably the weird method of training that his Master set out for him.

After he had fallen from the Gate of the Savage Land, sure enough, Wang Lu found a letter in his mustard seed bag, which he didn’t know when she put it in.

In the letter, Wang Wu didn’t say much, probably she was just too lazy to waste the ink. In the letter, she just told Wang Lu that this was the Savage Land, which was also the place where he would cultivate at. To survive here, he needed to pay attention to the points below. However, even those points were not written in details by her. She didn’t even write the vital information about the bright jade, and just simply mentioned about the black tide.

However, for a professional adventurer like Wang Lu, this information from Wang Wu was already enough; Wang Lu already had a certain understanding about this Savage Land.

This understanding came from the previous year’s experiential learning. That experiential learning was compulsory for each and every disciple of the Foundation Establishment and below. At the time, because they were still below the Foundation Establishment, the three Successor Disciples also have to descend the mountain for the experiential learning.

However, when the experiential learning actually commenced, the Successor Disciples who went down the mountain was just Wang Lu and Liu Li. In that experiential learning, Liu Li succeeded in reaching the Foundation Establishment Stage, and her battle in the Blood Cloud Gorge was world renown. Meanwhile, Wang Lu had established the Wisdom Sect with millions of followers. Although that kind of thing couldn’t be kept quiet forever, it also let many people admire him. These two persons’ experiential learning achievements already made many people sigh in admiration towards the Successor Disciples. However, among the three successor disciples on the mountain, the one with the most prestige was always the Sect Leader’s Successor Disciple, Zhu Shiyao. However, she didn’t participate in that experiential learning.