Chapter 27: Infinite Yuan Energy

On the morning of May 3rd, Cang Luo was summoned to the Yuanwu Continent for the third day.

Cang Luo woke early, restless from sleep, and upon opening his eyes saw Zang Feng still seated at the bedside, maintaining the same posture from last night’s cultivation.

Has Zang Senior Brother been cultivating all night?

Cang Luo remembered falling asleep after completing seven circuits of the Thunder Qi Technique.

Thinking of this, he quickly checked his Yuan Wheel—and found it still had only three rings.

“No change at all. Normal cultivation methods to absorb Yuan energy are far too slow; even an Earthling’s physique won’t help much. I must get Yuan Stones soon.”

Cang Luo rose quietly, picked up a wooden basin, and prepared to wash up, careful not to wake Liu Xuande and Li Zhanxing, still fast asleep.

Behind the dormitory stood a large water tank; though he didn’t know where the water came from, at least there was water.

Cang Luo slowly opened the wooden door, fearing the creak would disturb them—but still woke one person.

“Don’t mind it. They should be waking up soon,” Zang Feng said, eyes still closed.

“Uh… Zang Senior Brother, you were cultivating all night?”

Cang Luo was curious—how could someone stay awake all night without sleep?

Cang Luo turned to look at Zang Feng and noticed a faint glow beneath his chest, so dim it was visible only because the room was dark.

Was it a technique or some treasure?

Though curious, Cang Luo understood enough not to be so naive as to ask outright.

Zang Feng nodded, halted his cultivation, and the glow beneath his chest vanished.

He opened his eyes and said, “My talent is average. To grow stronger, I must work harder.”

“Zang Senior Brother is right. I must learn from you,” Cang Luo sighed, shaking his head. Clearly, he still wasn’t working hard enough.

“Hmm. Go wash up. Then we’ll head to the Beast Forest together.”

As he spoke, Zang Feng suddenly leapt from bed, strode to Li Zhanxing’s cot, and kicked him awake.

Li Zhanxing scrambled up in panic, grabbing his basin to wash up; Liu Xuande was also jolted awake.

So brutal!

Cang Luo watched Zang Feng’s wake-up method and broke into a cold sweat—he suspected this wasn’t the first time.

Half a quarter-hour later, all four had washed up. Cang Luo, Liu Xuande, and Li Zhanxing each took an iron sword and a backpack.

Zang Feng carried nothing in his hands, yet no one objected—he was the team leader and the strongest, so such treatment was expected.

The iron swords were ordinary, not engraved with any magical arrays.

Cang Luo’s sword had originally belonged to Zang Feng, who said he didn’t need it; Cang Luo gladly accepted it.

Inside the backpacks were dried rations, water, and several sheets of animal hide and hemp cloth for setting up tents.

With everything ready, the four left Xuantian Gate and sprinted toward the Beast Forest.

As they passed through Xuantian Town outside Xuantian Gate, Cang Luo learned something interesting.

Xuantian Town was governed by Xuantian Gate, home to hundreds of thousands, and housed ten thousand laborer disciples of Xuantian Gate; only those who became Warriors could enter the Outer Gate.

Laborer disciples were youths aged fourteen to fifteen who had activated their dantian but had not yet formed a Yuan Wheel—called Martial Apprentices.

On the planet Yuanwu, roughly one percent of humans activated their dantian and became Martial Apprentices upon turning fourteen.

Some of these Martial Apprentices joined sects as laborer disciples.

Others joined the military, learning army techniques and exchanging battle merits for cultivation resources.

Some chose to become retainers for powerful clans or wealthy families…

Yet the chance of forming a Yuan Wheel and becoming a Warrior was only about one in ten; ninety percent of Martial Apprentices would never walk the Martial Path.

That meant the ratio of ordinary people to Warriors on Yuanwu was roughly a thousand to one—one Warrior per thousand people.

Xuantian Gate recruited ten thousand Martial Apprentices annually—ten thousand laborer disciples—not for free, with a ten-silver-tael entrance fee.

These ten thousand laborer disciples lived in Xuantian Town, working and taking a special herbal decoction provided by Xuantian Gate to aid in forming their Yuan Wheels.

Their duties included mining Yuan Stones, managing herb gardens, orchards, vegetable plots, and more.

All these were Xuantian Gate’s assets, and the sect paid no wages—only provided food and lodging.

Only when a laborer disciple successfully formed a Yuan Wheel and became an Outer Gate disciple did they stop working.

Those who failed to form a Yuan Wheel after one year were expelled from Xuantian Gate and sent back whence they came.

This information came from Liu Xuande. Cang Luo found nothing odd about it—until Zang Feng spoke one sentence and made everything clear.

Zang Feng said with meaning, “The herbal decoction Xuantian Gate gives laborer disciples must be taken continuously for eleven months to have any hope of forming a Yuan Wheel. Some succeed earlier, but they’re extremely rare.”

Cang Luo instantly understood—it was precisely what made it interesting.

Laborer disciples had to take the decoction for eleven months because Xuantian Gate wanted them to work a full year for free.

How much wealth could this free labor force generate for Xuantian Gate?

Not even counting the ten-silver-tael entrance fee—ten thousand disciples meant one hundred thousand silver taels, or ten thousand low-grade Yuan Stones.

Cang Luo sighed deeply, recalling the Mission Hall and the Treasures Pavilion—suddenly realizing Xuantian Gate was a corporation.

The Chief Supreme Elder was the chairman; the Sect Master was the CEO.

The Institutional Elders were department heads; other Elders were senior executives; the Stewards were middle management; the disciples were employees…

The Beast Forest lay in the northeast of Tongzhou, Chu State, one hundred thirty-five li north of Xuantian Gate.

The Beast Forest was vast, covering nearly a quarter of Tongzhou’s territory.

To the east it bordered the sea; within it ran a mountain range called the Xanyin Mountains.

The Xanyin Mountains extended southward to fifty li beyond Xuantian Gate, where their southernmost end held a Yuan Stone mine, seized by Xuantian Gate and mined by free laborer disciples.

Zang Feng led the three in sprinting, claiming it was “cultivating their body technique”—one hundred thirty-five li covered in under two hours.

And they weren’t even exhausted; though their physical strength was drained, it could be replenished by Yuan energy.

At this moment, Liu and Li sat on the ground, panting as they restored their Yuan energy and physical strength—both had used up nearly all of both.

Cang Luo, however, still had ample Yuan energy; only his physical strength was severely depleted, and he now sat quietly converting Yuan energy back into physical strength.

During the rest, Cang Luo saw a small village ahead.

Calling it a village was an exaggeration—it consisted of only a few simple wooden huts and many tents, with several Xuantian Gate disciples moving about.

“What’s that place ahead?” Cang Luo asked.

Li Zhanxing, still panting beside him, replied weakly, “It’s one of Xuantian Gate’s camps in the Beast Forest.

A resting spot for sect disciples training here. There are dozens of such camps, big and small.”

“I see. Let’s go—I can’t wait to fight some beasts.”

As he spoke, Cang Luo’s physical strength had fully recovered—he was now energetic, full of fighting spirit, and exhilarated.

Because he had just discovered that his satellite possessed an extremely perverted ability—the reason his Yuan energy never ran out.

Cang Luo realized that as his Yuan energy was consumed, it was instantly replenished.

Yes, replenished.

Not absorbed from nature, nor drawn from Yuan Stones.

This discovery stunned Cang Luo—he initially thought it was another cheat ability.

Unlimited Yuan Energy!

Like having infinite mana, able to cast skills freely.

But Cang Luo soon realized this Yuan energy wasn’t created from nothing—he could faintly sense it was being transmitted to him by his mysterious satellite.

As he consumed Yuan energy, the satellite directly sent more into his dantian.

However, this passive recovery could not be used to form a Yuan Wheel—only Yuan energy absorbed through cultivating his technique could serve that purpose.

Though slightly disappointing, Cang Luo was already deeply satisfied.

Why are Garen and Yasuo so overpowered?

Because they have no mana bar!

Cang Luo guessed the satellite’s own energy consumption wasn’t solar—it absorbed Yuan energy from space.

He and the satellite shared some kind of connection, allowing him to access and use certain satellite functions.

Like linking to its camera, or controlling its laser cannon.

Like connecting his phone to Earth’s network, and now this unlimited Yuan energy…

Having reached this conclusion, Cang Luo’s emotions remained turbulent—he was struggling to control his facial muscles, even biting his tongue until it bled.

Don’t laugh. Absolutely don’t laugh. Don’t expose my greatest secret!

Now, Cang Luo desperately wanted to fight a beast—to test his unlimited Yuan energy in battle, to see how else he could use it beyond endurance.

“Recovered so fast?” Zang Feng glanced curiously at Cang Luo and the still-resting Li Zhanxing.

Cang Luo replied calmly, “Yes, nearly fully recovered.”

Zang Feng nodded slightly. “Good. Let’s go. First, find a spot at the camp to set up our tent.”

As he spoke, Zang Feng casually pulled Cang Luo and Li Zhanxing to their feet.

Cang Luo thanked him, and the four walked toward the nearby camp.

Set up camp first, then enter the Beast Forest.