Who Let Him Cultivate?!-Chapter 1029 - 1028: Each with Their Own Unique Skills

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"How long have these cultivation techniques and visualization charts been hidden?"

"Looks like they’ve been stashed away for thousands, maybe even tens of thousands of years."

Lu Yang held his forehead, wondering how deep the monks of the Western Paradise Temple had buried these things. So much time and still undiscovered.

You all hid them so deeply, did you want people to find them or not?

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"Arhat Fist is swift and ever-changing, emphasizing the release of power through the breath, chanting as loud as thunder, using the voice to bolster courage and the breath to amplify strength…"

The guidance of Tofu Heavenly Venerable came through the sword.

In the field of Arhat Fist, few in the world could match Lu Yang’s expertise. With his guidance, Xin Ding made rapid progress.

Practicing his punches in the courtyard with the boon of his powerful Spiritual Sense, Xin Ding executed each move with precision. In just half a month, he was close to mastering the basics.

"Indeed much stronger than Bodhi Fist." The more Xin Ding practiced, the more he felt the gap between Bodhi Fist and Arhat Fist, worthy to be the supreme fist technique that could certify one’s position as an Arhat.

As Xin Ding immersed himself in practice, a warm current rose from his Dantian, flowing through his limbs and filling him with strength.

"Is the elixir finally taking effect?"

Xin Ding was overjoyed. For his cultivation, under the guidance of Tofu Heavenly Venerable, he had exchanged his own Merit Points for a Lesser Grass Return Elixir. Although it was an elixir that aided breakthroughs, its nature was very mild, and the body would absorb it slowly after consumption.

With his intensive half-month of practice, his body accelerated the absorption of the elixir’s properties, and he finally broke through from the fifth level of Qi Refinement to the sixth level!

His pores opened wide to absorb the Spiritual Energy of heaven and earth to replenish the spiritual essence depleted by his breakthrough.

"If I encounter Senior Brother Xin Cheng now, I could probably knock him down with one punch, I guess." Compared to half a month ago, his strength had improved by leaps and bounds, having obtained the visualization chart of Buddhism’s founder, learned Arhat Fist, and broken through to the sixth level of Qi Refinement.

In the four Servant Monks’ Institutes of the east, south, west, and north, there were few Servant Monks with the Cultivation Level of Qi Refinement Stage Six, meaning Xin Ding truly had the qualifications to compete for a spot in the Martial Monk Institute.

"Qi Refinement Stage Six?"

"Greetings to Deacon Master Zhi Yuan," said Xin Ding as he finished practicing, brought his hands together in a salute, and greeted the Deacon Master whose Dharma name was Zhi Yuan.

"Steady and unarrogant, not bad," Deacon Master Zhi Yuan commended, sighing to himself. If he had had Xin Ding’s temperament, he would not have rushed his own breakthrough and fallen from his realm.

He had been banished to the Servant Monks’ Institute for many years, becoming disheartened and somewhat negligent in his management duties.

But half a month ago, Xin Ding’s victory over Xin Cheng captured his attention. Observing him, he realized that Xin Ding was a rare and promising talent; his temperament was too valuable to be wasted in the Servant Monks’ Institute.

"Keep this string of Buddha Beads safe, they might come in handy during the selection for the Martial Monk Institute," said Deacon Master Zhi Yuan as he removed a string of beads from his wrist.

"Deacon Master, this…" Xin Ding wanted to refuse; those were the Deacon Master’s Buddha Beads, surely not something he could afford.

Even when tallying up everything he had… oh no, that wasn’t right—he had the Yinglong Visualization, the Arhat Fist Manual, and an Immortal Sword.

"Take them. I’m not giving them to you for nothing; I have a favor to ask of you."

"This time, four Servant Monks will be selected to join the Martial Monk Institute. With your current abilities, entering the institute should be no problem."

"However, among these four Servant Monks, there will be rankings, and the one who places first in the selection will get to choose a hundred-year-old herb from the pharmacy. There’s a Spirit Core Grass there that dates back a hundred years; I need you to choose it."

Over these few days of observation, Zhi Yuan’s once dead heart began to stir again, no longer willing to be in decline and intent on returning to the Golden Core Stage. To return to the Golden Core Stage, the Spirit Core Grass was indispensable.

Due to certain reasons, he couldn’t exchange for the Spirit Core Grass himself and could only use the selection opportunity at the Martial Monk Institute to get his hands on it.

"Heavenly Venerate, this…"

"Take it. When you think about it, you’re still getting the better deal; these Buddha Beads have been blessed with Buddhist teachings and are worth slightly more than the hundred-year-old Spirit Core Grass."

"Amitābha," Xin Ding accepted.

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The Servant Monk Institute was divided into four courts: east, south, west, and north. Xin Ding belonged to the East Servant Monk Court, which was universally acknowledged as the weakest of the four.

All the servant monks drew lots to enter the ring and fight, vying for the four spots available in the Martial Monk Institute and battling it out to see who would come in first.

Xin Ding stood out among the servant monks, as his Qi Refinement Level 6 was enough to sweep away a large number of his peers with ease.

Xin Cheng also advanced to Qi Refinement Level 6, but unfortunately, faced with the powerful Spiritual Sense of Xin Ding, he was defeated once again.

Xin Ding fought his way through, breaking into the top eight. Having just advanced to Qi Refinement Level 6, he was considered the weakest among them, and given his origins from the East Servant Monk Court, no one had much faith in him.

Xin Ding’s opponent was a servant monk from the West Servant Monk Court who had practiced at Qi Refinement Level 6 for a year and had a good chance of entering the Martial Monk Institute.

The victor of their confrontation would earn a place in the Martial Monk Institute!

"Senior Brother Zhi Yuan, I didn’t expect you would come to such a place. In the past years, you have never cared about the selection for the Martial Monk Institute,"

another monk, clad in the same attire as Zhi Yuan, approached. It was Zhi Xing, the Manager of the West Servant Monk Court.

"What, could it be that you think this kid named Xin Ding can beat someone from our West Servant Monk Court?"

"We’ll know after the trial." Faced with Zhi Xing’s provocation, Zhi Yuan remained unshaken.

Zhi Xing let out a cold laugh, said no more, and reveled in the thought of Zhi Yuan, once a lauded genius who made it onto the Earth List, being misled by beauty, failing a rash advancement, and being relegated to the same treatment in the Servant Monk Court.

Zhi Xing was about to watch the fight, eager to see how Xin Ding would lose and what Zhi Yuan’s reaction would be.

But when he looked toward the ring, the battle was already nearing its end, and Xin Ding sent his opponent flying out of the ring with a punch!

The East Servant Monk Court erupted in cheers!

Finally, someone from their court would enter the Martial Monk Institute!

How could it be over so quickly? He had only exchanged a few words with Zhi Yuan!

"You gave him the Buddha Beads!?" Zhi Xing was beside himself with fury, unable to believe that Zhi Yuan would make such a rash bet.

He saw Xin Ding wrapping the Buddha Beads around his hand, employing the Bodhi Fist with Buddha Light emanating from each strike, making the opponent from the West Servant Monk Court utterly unable to compete.

According to the rules, one could only use their possessions during the competition, and borrowing was forbidden, meaning that those precious Buddha Beads that even he coveted now belonged to Xin Ding!

"Material possessions, how could one not give them away?"

"You!"

Following Xin Ding’s match, the other three fights concluded in turn, with each victor securing their place in the Martial Monk Institute.

"It looks like it’s you four then. How fitting that someone from each of the four Servant Monk Courts has made it." A monk from the Martial Monk Institute came to manage the proceedings, and after noticing the Buddha Beads in Xin Ding’s hand, he cast a deliberate glance toward Zhi Yuan, standing not too far away.

Was that fearsome figure who once ranked in the top ten of the Earth List finally waking up?

"According to the rules, you four will fight on the ring, and the last one standing will be the first of the Servant Monk Institute."

Being first in the Servant Monk Institute meant not only selecting herbs from the pharmacy but also, more importantly, receiving a significantly larger share of the institute’s resources once inside the Martial Monk Institute.

Lu Yang stretched lazily; he hadn’t yet had to use his Arhat Fist up to this point. Facing the remaining three servant monks should be no trouble at all.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Of course, it will be our Senior Brother Xin’an from the West Servant Monk Court. Originally, Senior Brother Xin’an was unremarkable, but his Cultivation Level surged unexpectedly a year ago, and he has now reached Qi Refinement Level 7!"

"But can Cultivation Level represent everything? In the end, it might be our Senior Brother Xin Chen from the South Servant Monk Court. They say his cultivation talent used to be extremely poor, always at the bottom of our court.

Then one day, it was as if he had opened a Spiritual Acupoint, changing his formerly timid behavior overnight, and he defeated the related parties of our court, becoming the Eldest Senior Brother in one fell swoop."

"It must be our Senior Brother Xin Ping from the North Servant Monk Court. Everyone says he has awakened his latent Formless Physique, which makes him invincible within his class and capable of challenging those beyond his level. Senior Brother Xin Ping had even defeated cultivators in the late stages of Qi Refinement Level 6 while he was in the late stages of Qi Refinement Level 5.

To get the first-place reward, even though the Martial Monk Institute tried to recruit him, he didn’t go directly but chose to participate in this competition!"

Lu Yang: "..."

Why did these three opponents sound so formidable?