Chapter 53: Power Cultivation Plan

Facing Facing Cang Luo healed himself while listening to Brother Liang's teachings.

Could I enter the Inner Sect within a year?

Who knows what things will be like in a year? I might not even still be on the Yuanwu Continent then...

Facing Facing Cang Luo didn't take Brother Liang's words to heart, but the others cared deeply, staring at him with envy.

A cultivation disciple of average talent typically took at least three years to advance from Outer Sect to Inner Sect, yet Brother Liang said Facing Facing Cang Luo needed only one more year—how could these average disciples not envy him?

Inner Sect disciples were at least at the Wu Shi realm—what did that mean?

Take military service: a Wu Shi could serve as a Company Commander in the Da Chu army, commanding four Platoon Leaders and a hundred soldiers—a minor officer indeed.

Above the Company Commander was the Battalion Commander, the highest officer of a Garrison, overseeing ten Company Commanders and a thousand soldiers—but one needed at least the Martial Spirit realm to hold that post.

In other words, becoming an Inner Sect disciple meant even if you never advanced further, you could still secure a decent military start.

Besides, cultivation was possible within the military; higher cultivation meant higher rank, though competition was far fiercer than in the sect.

Cultivation resources were earned solely through military merit—by taking enemy heads!

After encouraging the disciples a few words, Brother Liang prepared to leave with Brothers Wang and Liu, saying they'd end training early today, give them a short break, eat well, drink well, and train hard tomorrow.

But... as he left, he casually took a pair of Spear Boar ears and one hind leg.

Facing Facing Cang Luo's eyes widened instantly, fixed on Brother Liang, muttering, "That's what I risked my life for," making the other man visibly embarrassed.

Brother Liang held the Spear Boar ears and hind leg, watching Facing Facing Cang Luo's mouth twitch uncontrollably—neither putting the meat down nor walking away.

How could this man be so unreasonable?

I'm your instructor—I've diligently guided you daily; what's wrong with taking a little something?

Isn't it right for you to show respect to your instructor?

Wait... I don't think I ever taught him anything—he's new...

Finally, Brother Liang, face dark, said to Facing Facing Cang Luo: "Hmm, this meat counts as your monthly task item."

Saying that, he hurried off; Brothers Wang and Liu quickly followed, muttering about where to get some small wine...

As soon as the three instructors left, several disciples immediately surrounded Facing Facing Cang Luo, asking how he'd trained so hard lately and why his progress was so fast.

Facing Facing Cang Luo naturally couldn't tell them he was from Earth and could absorb Yuan energy rapidly—he merely said he'd fought deadly battles with beasts in the Monster Forest, eaten beast cores and beast meat, and absorbed Yuan energy from the forest...

After brushing them off, Facing Facing Cang Luo pointed to the Spear Boar missing its ears and leg: "Can we light a fire here? Let's roast it right now—also let me get to know my fellow senior brothers."

"Of course we can."

It was Zhao Renwu who spoke, pointing to a flat patch of ground a few meters away: "That's downwind—we can light a fire there without disturbing others."

Let's get some wine too—let our senior brothers eat meat, drink, and chat freely, how about it?"

"Good! Senior Brother Zhao's idea is excellent."

"First, to celebrate today's victory; second, to welcome Senior Brother Cang back..."

The senior brothers enthusiastically agreed with Zhao Renwu's suggestion; some even drooled, staring at the Spear Boar with gleaming eyes.

It wasn't just because Spear Boar meat tasted good—it was because beast meat strengthened the body and boosted cultivation.

But most first-stage beasts were inedible—either foul-smelling and tough, or poisonous.

Or they oozed disgusting fluids, worse than ordinary livestock; Spear Boars, with their rich, fatty meat, were extremely rare—how could they not be thrilled?

Zhao Renwu nodded in satisfaction, completely forgetting his recent defeat to Chen Dahu.

At this moment, he directed several junior brothers to skin and gut the Spear Boar, pulled out some silver to send two juniors to Xuantian Town to buy wine—as if the beast were his own offering and this feast his own organizing.

Nearby, Facing Facing Cang Luo noticed Zhao Renwu seemed to be taking over the scene, but he didn't mind—everyone was happy.

The twenty-five disciples from three dormitories laughed and chatted, some processing the beast, others lighting fires, others chatting—everything seemed harmonious, yet Facing Facing Cang Luo noticed something interesting.

Facing Facing Cang Luo realized this small group of fewer than thirty people had split into two factions—no, now three.

One faction, led by Zhao Renwu, was the largest, with roughly sixteen or seventeen members, all obedient to his words.

Another faction was smaller, only five people, all clustered around Zang Feng, doing whatever he did—Liu Xuande and Li Zhanxing were among them.

The third faction had just emerged: Facing Facing Cang Luo noticed several disciples deliberately approaching him, asking after his injuries, showing concern, and being unusually warm.

Facing Facing Cang Luo understood—these were junior brothers seeking a senior's protection.

In that moment, Facing Facing Cang Luo suddenly conceived an idea.

A hero needs three helpers—shouldn't I cultivate my own power? After all, one person is weak; many together are strong.

Think of Chen Dalong and Chen Dahu—they had power, a gang, with their boss being Ouyang Lie, a Martial General at the ninth level, someone who wanted to kill me!

Facing Facing Cang Luo looked at the group, thinking he must cultivate power early—especially now, when everyone was just beginning cultivation, with similar cultivation levels and backgrounds, the perfect time to build trust.

If I offer them benefits and help now, I'll surely win their hearts.

Though I'm penniless—with no connections, no cultivation resources—they're no better off; all commoners, their only advantage being a few years younger than me.

But I have the satellite as my external aid—I can take them into the Monster Forest for training.

With the satellite's monitoring, we can safely find lone beasts and heavenly treasures, then leave the forest fully stocked, nothing lost.

Occasionally reveal the power of Meiti Shengong and my infinite Yuan energy, slowly demonstrating my abilities, gradually building brotherhood, earning their trust, making them loyal to me...

Thinking this, Facing Facing Cang Luo called out to the two disciples Zhao Renwu had sent to buy wine; they stopped, glancing at him, then at Zhao Renwu.

Zhao Renwu walked up to Facing Facing Cang Luo, slightly puzzled: "Senior Brother Cang, do you need them to buy something?"

At this moment, he switched his address to Facing Facing Cang Luo—from "Senior Brother" back to "Junior Brother."

In his mind, though my cultivation is one stage lower than yours, I'm six years younger.

By age, isn't my talent far superior to your old disciple? Even if your cultivation is one stage higher now—how long will that last?

In the long run, how can you compare to me, Zhao Renwu?

Not only Zhao Renwu thought this way—his dozen or so followers thought the same; even those who hadn't thought of it understood after his cousin Zhao Renli hinted.

Facing Facing Cang Luo shook his head, pointing to five Outer Sect disciples sprinting over hundreds of meters, each carrying large sacks—leading them was a fat man—and smiled: "I've already arranged the wine."

"Arranged?"

Zhao Renwu frowned in confusion, following Facing Facing Cang Luo's finger to see five people running toward them, each carrying two sacks; from afar, the clinking sounds of metal inside the sacks could already be heard.

These were the sounds of wine flasks clashing—there were clearly many of them!

As the figures drew nearer, Zhao Renwu's long, slender eyebrows suddenly knitted together in mild surprise: "Wang Fuhai?"

"Oh? Brother Zhao knows Wang Fuhai?"

"Yes, I know him—but he doesn't know me. His family runs a trading house in Danyang Commandery with considerable wealth; otherwise, how could he himself have reached Warrior Stage 8?" Zhao Renwu sneered.

Facing Facing Cang Luo nodded silently, hearing a hint of resentment in Zhao Renwu's tone.

But that was normal—back on Earth, he too had often wondered why he wasn't a rich second-generation heir, why he could only spend his life as a lowly laborer.

Fortunately, he had been reborn; since he couldn't be a rich second-generation heir, he'd make his descendants one.

No—make them Warrior second-generation heirs!

Thinking of the future, Facing Facing Cang Luo grew more resolute. Watching Wang Fuhai and the others lumbering toward them, he noted their speed was surprisingly fast, their bulky bodies showing no hindrance.

Of course—this was a world of cultivators, where power came from Yuan Qi, not muscle mass.

Soon, Wang Fuhai and his four companions finally appeared before the group.

"Brother Cang, I didn't arrive too late, did I?"

Wang Fuhai greeted Facing Facing Cang Luo, then squinted around aimlessly until he spotted the boar being skinned and eviscerated, at which point he sighed in relief.

Then, Wang Fuhai and the others untied the ten sacks they had brought.

Pots, pans, bowls, chopsticks, cleavers—all present; several processed chickens, ducks, and other common livestock; a modest amount of melons, fruits, and vegetables; dozens of jars of fine wine...

Facing Facing Cang Luo froze, staring blankly at the ingredients. My god, what the hell is this guy planning to do with all this?

A barbecue party?

The others were equally stunned, whispering among themselves: What's this guy's relationship with Brother Cang? Why is he spending so lavishly?

The most expensive items were the dozens of wine jars—altogether, these goods must have cost at least one or two hundred taels of silver.

Li Zhanxing walked over to Facing Facing Cang Luo in astonishment: "Brother Cang, when did you become acquainted with this wealthy man?"

"Uh... just now."

Facing Facing Cang Luo rubbed his stubble, gazing at Wang Fuhai with shining eyes—he hadn't expected Wang Fuhai to be such a wealthy man; he'd have to cultivate this connection well.

After all, building a faction required substantial financial backing...

After a moment's thought, Facing Facing Cang Luo beamed warmly: "Not late at all—we were waiting for Brother Wang! Come, come, let me introduce you..."