Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)

“Ever since I arrived in the Extreme North, I’ve been concealing my cultivation and identity, teaching fist techniques at a martial arts school. I follow a routine, working from sunrise to sunset every day.”

Meng Jingzhou was delighted. From what Old Lu has shared, this place is very safe. “Does that mean you haven’t had to fight at all since coming to the Extreme North?”

“Uh, I wouldn’t say I haven’t fought at all. There was one battle.”

“One battle’s not too bad. Who was the opponent?”

“Four great demon kings and a beast tide consisting of countless demon beasts.”

“Are you sure you came to the Extreme North to temper yourself in the mundane world...?”

“That’s not important. Come, come, I’ll take you to our martial arts school. Running into great demon kings and the beast time was just an accident. The martial arts school is where I truly temper myself in the mundane world.”

“I did hear you were at a martial arts school,” Meng Jingzhou said. Senior Brother Dai mentioned that Old Lu sent a message through his death, saying that he was at a martial arts school in Muxue City in the Extreme North.

“Our martial arts school is called ‘Tiger Roar Martial Arts School.’ It’s part of the Tiger Roar Sect.”

Lu Yang led Meng Jingzhou to the entrance. The gatekeeper, Little Huo, was diligently guarding the door, keeping outsiders out.

“Old Meng, let me introduce him to you. This is Little Huo, our martial arts school’s gatekeeper.”

Huo Huashen looked listless. He had spent all of last night arranging a defense layout for the Tiger Roar Martial Arts School. But the moment he heard Lu Yang say “Old Meng,” he perked up.

The only person Lu Yang would call “Old Meng” is Meng Jingzhou, the eldest young master of the Meng Family!

At the moment, Meng Jingzhou’s cultivation was fluctuating at the Fusion Stage. He saw through Huo Huashen’s cultivation level and was somewhat taken aback.

A Divine Transfiguration cultivator as a gatekeeper?

He pushed open the door. Ten-thousand-year Coiled Dragon Wood?

“This is Teacher Xue Shilou.”

“Fellow Daoist Xue, this is Meng Jingzhou. You’ve probably heard of him.”

Xue Shilou froze for a moment, then cupped his fists and bowed earnestly. “Greetings, Fellow Daoist Meng.”

Meng Jingzhou returned the greeting, growing even more bewildered. An Apex Divine Transfiguration cultivator as a teacher? This small martial arts school is full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Just what kind of expert is this Tiger Roar Sect Leader?

“This is Murong You, the sect leader of the Tiger Roar Sect.”

Meng Jingzhou stared at Murong You for a long while, utterly dumbfounded. Golden Core Stage?

“Isn’t there something wrong about your cultivation?”

Murong You let out an “oh” and rose with an intrigued smile. He circled Meng Jingzhou with his hands behind his back, sizing him up. “Little Lu, your friend is not simple. He can tell that I’ve been concealing my cultivation.”

He stopped before the two, his calm expression tinged with a hint of pride. “Indeed. Although I’ve always claimed to be at the Great Perfection Foundation Establishment Stage to outsiders, the truth is that I’ve long reached the Basic Golden Core Stage. I didn’t expect you to sense the faint wisp of Golden Core aura I let slip!”

The look of astonishment on Lu Yang’s and Meng Jingzhou’s faces greatly satisfied Murong You.

“Little Meng, I see you’re also at the Basic Foundation Establishment Stage. Would you like to be a teacher here for a while?” Murong You asked before Lu Yang could bring it up.

Murong You was an old fox. He could piece things together without everything being spelled out. Little Meng must be like Teacher Xu, here to accompany the amnesiac Little Lu as he gradually recovers his memories.

“Ah? Me as a teacher?”

Lu Yang agreed on Meng Jingzhou’s behalf. “Excellent eye, Mister Murong. I was just about to bring this up myself. The students are progressing rapidly, and it’s hard for me to teach them alone. It’s perfect for Old Meng to help share the load.

“My brother’s fist technique is truly impressive. He’s never met his match since his debut.”

“That’s wonderful then. Teacher Meng, you will receive the same monthly stipend as Teacher Xue—five spirit stones a month. How does that sound?”

“Fine...”

After Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou left, a glint of shrewdness flashed in Murong You’s eyes.

“Little Lu says he’s blessed with immense fortune, and it turns out he isn’t wrong. In less than two months here, the martial arts school has gained three Foundation Establishment cultivators, a Level Three Qi Training gatekeeper, and even a new door.”

~~~

Meng Jingzhou thought it over and decided that five spirit stones a month was pretty good. In the past, my money came from selling my blood, which isn’t exactly something I want people to know about. This time is different. I’m earning money with my own skills.

“Old Meng, there’s something I want to discuss with you.”

“What is it?”

“I have a student. His academic performance is decent, but he suffers from a cold constitution. I was wondering if you could give him a drop of your blood to help warm him up and expel the chill.”

Meng Jingzhou. “...”

Even with a monthly stipend of five spirit stones, this young master still has to sell his blood?

As the two chatted in the courtyard, a snowy white figure vaulted over the wall. It shook its head, its mane fluttering behind.

“Senior Horse!”

The old horse was pure white, blending seamlessly into the snowy landscape. He cast a smug glance at the two but made no comments.

Just then, shouts came from outside the wall, and Huo Huashen trotted over.

“Teachers, I heard a horse jumped into our martial arts school?” Huo Huashen had heard it from his subordinates patrolling the perimeter and rushed over to check. It was said that the white horse was incredibly agile; even twenty Nascent Soul cultivators couldn’t stop it from leaping over the wall.

“It’s nothing. The horse came with Old Meng. They’ll both be staying at the martial arts school for a while.”

Huo Huashen scanned the courtyard and proposed, “I see we don’t have a stable here. How about I build one? Rest assured, teachers. It’ll definitely be nice and comfortable!”

“We’ll have to trouble you then.”

“It’s no trouble at all. That’s the least I can do.”

After Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou left, Huo Huashen let out a whistle. A group of figures clad in black appeared. They carried bricks and timber over the wall, calling out “Big Boss” in unison.

“You all know what to do, right?”

“Yes, we do! We have to build the best stable in the shortest time!”

“Good. Remember, don’t let anyone find out!”

“Yes!”

The old horse scraped the ground with his hoof, revealing wild grass frozen into ice crystals. He took a bite and swished his tail. The grass in the Extreme North truly tastes different from anywhere else.

~~~

In class, Lu Yang gave a grand introduction to Teacher Meng, a master of fist techniques.

During the break, Meng Jingzhou pulled Lu Yang aside.

“You’re telling me that kid named Gong Che has cold energy inside him and needs my blood to expel it?”

“Yes. Is anything the problem?”

“To hell with you! Sure, this kid had cold energy before, but now that he practices this so-called Tiger Roar Fist every day, it’s almost all cleared out. A few more days, and it’ll be completely gone!”

“Well, better to get rid of it sooner rather than later.”

“And what’s with your students? One has human blood mixed with a trace of jiao-dragon blood that’s slowly awakening, one is actually a cultivator, and one possesses terrifying mental power and keeps muttering to himself.”

“That’s because you don’t understand. Although we often refer to everyone as ‘the masses,’ implying that they are ordinary folks, in reality, how could people all be exactly the same? These students are just ordinary people with a bit of individuality. Don’t overthink it.”

Meng Jingzhou blinked, feeling that Lu Yang made some sense. “Is this your insight from tempering yourself in the mundane world?”

“It’s a story I just fabricated on the spot to hoodwink you.”