Cultivation: I Have Studied Abroad in the Modern World
Chapter 149 - 51 Different (4K)_2

Chapter 149: Chapter 51 Different (4K)_2

"I should go too." Seventh Young Master’s eyes gleamed brightly: "After two years of arduous training, I should have reached Foundation Establishment."

"Hmm."

Zheng Fa was a bit puzzled about what Seventh Young Master was trying to say.

"You should be able to do it too." Seventh Young Master’s face brimmed with grand ambition: "Let’s meet then, as cultivators of the Foundation Establishment Stage!"

"...Usually when I use such a passionate tone, I have to at least be talking about the Golden Core Stage."

Zheng Fa blurted out involuntarily.

Seeing Seventh Young Master’s stiff expression, Zheng Fa couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

In the Xuanwei Realm, it was only when he was with a few select individuals that he felt young.

"Zhao Jingfan." Zheng Fa’s expression suddenly became serious: "Do you know what I’m looking forward to?"

"Ah?"

"Nascent Soul encounter."

Seventh Young Master held back for a while before he finally said: "...In my dreams, I wouldn’t dare think so."

After Zheng Fa saw Seventh Young Master onto the boat,

Seventh Young Master suddenly grasped the railing of the boat and shouted towards Zheng Fa: "Nascent Soul encounter!"

Zheng Fa waved at Seventh Young Master from the boat, smiling.

Of course, Nascent Soul is extremely difficult to achieve, even more so for someone like Seventh Young Master whose aptitude isn’t top-notch, but Zheng Fa still hoped that in this world, people like Seventh Young Master

could live a little longer.

The people around were drawn by Seventh Young Master’s shout.

They turned to look at the two of them.

"Uncle, are these Immortal Sect cultivators?" In the crowd, a young man and an old man looked at Seventh Young Master and Zheng Fa. The young man who had been slapped earlier on the boat said in a low chuckle:

"Talking about Nascent Soul? They’re foolishly clueless."

The middle-aged man glanced at him, signaling him not to talk too much in such a public place. They headed toward the workshop, and as they passed by Zheng Fa, the young man turned to look back.

"Immortal Sect cultivators are different from you and me, nephew." The middle-aged cultivator began to speak when they were out of earshot: "Our Holy Sect honors bloodlines; the blood of ancient saints is more noble than that of ordinary people."

"Based on our bloodlines, our cultivation progresses swiftly, but without the Holy Blood Pill, the two of us naturally don’t stand a chance at advancing to Nascent Soul."

"People from the Immortal Sect don’t have such restrictions." Saying this, the middle-aged man sighed: "Our Holy Sect is powerful because of bloodlines but also limited by them. Even the Saint Heir is no exception, which is why they fear these unrestricted geniuses so much."

The young man nodded, looking fearfully towards the distant Jiushan: "But Jiushan Sect has three Nascent Souls, we are but at Foundation Establishment..."

"That’s why the young master won’t come."

"..." The middle-aged man glanced at his discontented companion and said: "Don’t feel bad, isn’t it the same everywhere in the Xuanwei Realm? Jiushan Sect is no different."

The young man pursed his lips.

The middle-aged man chuckled, as if thinking his companion was inexperienced: "In our Holy Sect, those with low cultivation and poor bloodlines serve the talented as slaves or maidservants. Isn’t the Immortal Sect the same? They just wear a cloak of the Righteous Path."

"Alright, Jiushan Sect is indeed not something we can provoke. Let’s not dawdle. Let’s go find where Zheng Fa lives."

They arrived at the courtyard of Zheng Fa’s home.

The middle-aged man laughed upon seeing it: "This place is a mix of dragons and snakes. We just need to be careful and find an opportunity to quickly deal with him. The hard part is how to escape."

The young man also looked around and nodded.

This place was intended for new disciples to reside, surrounded by Jiushan Sect disciples and their families.

Moreover, because of the bustling Jiushan Sect workshop,

many outsiders have come here to stay.

It indeed was a good place for an ambush.

Fearing to delay and encounter complications, the two simply found an inn at the street corner, observing the movements at Zheng Fa’s house through the window of their room every day.

After a day passed.

"Uncle... does Zheng Fa really live here?"

The young man could not restrain himself, asking the middle-aged man beside him.

"I’ve inquired, it’s this courtyard." The middle-aged man was also confused, muttering as he looked at the empty courtyard: "Zheng Fa is quite famous in Jiushan Sect."

"But..."

"Let’s wait another two days!"

"..."

Three days later.

Uncle and nephew stood by the window, looking at each other.

"Uncle, the shopkeeper has been asking me what I’ve been doing in the room all day..."

"...Let’s go to the workshop and ask around again!"

"Then... shall we go watch a drama play?" The young man suddenly suggested, "It’s famous recently and there’s one tonight!"

Seeing the pleading look in his nephew’s eyes, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment and finally nodded.

...

When the uncle and nephew arrived at the theater, the entrance was bustling with people buying tickets.

The young man squeezed through the crowd, barely managed to grab two tickets, and when he turned back to look at his uncle, he found him surveying the surroundings.

"Uncle, what are you looking at?"

"I heard this drama play was concocted by Zheng Fa. It looks like Jiushan Sect has made quite a bit of money from this thing."

The two entered the theater and found nearly ten thousand seats were almost all filled.

The uncle did some quick mental math and muttered to his nephew, "This show, Jiushan Sect must have earned at least three hundred Spirit Stones."

His nephew just nodded, not really taking the statement to heart, his gaze keenly looking around.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, watching his nephew’s expression, knowing that the boy still lacked a steady disposition and just liked the excitement.

Especially since Holy Sect had such strict hierarchies, it didn’t tolerate any recklessness.

This first time outside of Holy Sect, and his behavior was already a bit too much.

Thinking this, his heart softened and he followed his nephew into the theater.

After a while, "Rescue Little Cultivator Pang Qian" began.

The runtime of the drama seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, and afterwards the uncle and nephew left the theater with the crowd, none of them speaking as if they were still immersed in the storyline.

After a long time, the middle-aged man suddenly heard his nephew mutter, "Jiushan Sect is different."

"Hmm?"

"In this drama, the people of Jiushan Sect spent such a huge price to save a Qi Refinement Realm cultivator," the young man whispered, "It’s not the same as our Holy Sect."

The middle-aged man twitched the corner of his mouth, looking at his nephew and feeling a headache coming on...

I know you’re a bit rebellious usually, and us from the Demon Sect don’t talk about loyalty and righteousness.

But... aren’t your views a bit too skewed?

"This is just a play! Based on fictional stories!" he said in a low voice, "It’s fake!"

Hearing this, his nephew fell silent.

Exiting the theater, the two decided to wander around the workshop and also planned to inquire about the movements of Zheng Fa.

The middle-aged man glanced at the throng in the workshop, again sighing, "This workshop is so bustling, it wasn’t like this when we came the other day, it must have been attracted by the drama play — Jiushan Sect is truly raking it in."

His nephew wasn’t interested in these economic affairs but kept looking around, heading wherever the crowd was.

Eventually, they came upon a shop that was particularly busy, with many people crowding at the door, even forming a long line.

There was a sign in front of the shop: "Half a stone per person, no surplus sold!"

Upon closer inspection, they realized it was a spirit grain shop.

"Brother, why is this shop so busy?" the young man curiously asked a cultivator at the end of the line.

"First time at Jiushan Sect?"

"Yes."

"The Yellow Rice here is cheap! It’s said that Jiushan Sect negotiated the price specifically with Qianhe Sect, just so that people can buy affordable Spirit Rice."

...

The uncle and nephew looked at the winding queue.

"We came to see the drama, why don’t we buy some Spirit Rice to take back? It’s good for us to eat, or sell for a profit," the cultivator continued to remark, "It’s just that we can only buy half a stone each, I heard Jiushan Sect disciples have no limits... and there are quite a few people reselling at a higher price, really heartless."

"But what can we do about that?" The cultivator sighed and said, "Jiushan Sect says it’s for the welfare of lower-level disciples, as long as they eat it or sell it to make life a little easier, that’s fine."

Hearing this, the young man looked at his uncle and whispered, "Uncle, Jiushan Sect is different."

His uncle remained silent.

Just quietly standing behind that cultivator...