For the next half a month, Wang Lu and Wen Bao stayed at the Ru Family Inn (shamelessly) and peacefully engaged in their writing work.
After many unsuccessful protests from the Lady Boss, she was too lazy to care about them. Every day, she would cook some radishes and cabbages in plain water to feed these two useless literati, which could be considered as fulfilling her obligation as a teammate.
In this half a month, the disciples of Lingjian School came back to the mountain from all over the Blue River Region. And because the Spirit Creek Town was the only transit station between the mountain and the foot of the mountain, the disciples inevitably met each other.
Compared to a year ago, the disciples who came back from outside seemed to have been reborn. Most of them followed the instruction manual issued by their Master to gain experiential learning, which was a rare experience, and subsequently, they quickly matured. After a year of rapid growth, the self-confidence of these disciples had also doubled. Therefore, when they met and greeted each other, it was inevitable that they would show their sharpness and some friction would arise. Of course, at the foot of the Spirit Sword Mountain, it was not to the extent of fighting, but it was inevitable that they would occasionally quarrel until their faces turned red. After all, in this past year, almost everyone had a fortuitous encounter, and the order that was originally set on the mountain had long been disrupted. This was a good time to reshuffle the cards, and everyone was somewhat dissatisfied.
The Lingjian School was not the kind of sect that had a strict hierarchy, where everyone's position was clearly marked. However, each disciple would have a vague position for themselves and others. Who was stronger than them, who was weaker than them, and what kind of attitude they should have toward these people … Almost all of these were fixed. Although the Lingjian School did not advocate this, this was probably the concept that was engraved in the bones of the people of the Nine Regions, and it was not easy to reverse.
And in this half a month, Wang Lu watched the countless quarrels of these little brats with great interest.
Of course, although they were quarrels, most of them were nothing more than bragging and shooting each other's mouths. Some said that he had defeated a high-level Foundation Establishment demon from a cult last month, some said that he had killed an inner core monster … There were also some who said that he had encountered the favor of a Xudan female cultivator, and that they had been sentimental for a while.
The stories were more exciting than the previous one. Wang Lu just listened silently at the side, but Wen Bao, who was determined to write a peerlessly good book that would shock the world, scratched his ears and cheeks with joy. He repeatedly sighed that there was indeed wisdom among the people. He was just worrying about how to write those cool and domineering stories, but he didn't expect to be able to listen to them endlessly while drinking tea in the hall of the inn …
Of course, apart from listening to the stories, there were also many useful gains. After a year of training, these disciples had also exchanged a lot of information with each other. For example, which Senior Brother or Senior Sister had an amazing fortuitous encounter in some place, which made them feel ashamed of their inferiority, and which Junior Brother had almost been trapped in an ancient tomb. Fortunately, he was blessed by the heavens and didn't die prematurely …
Apart from gossip, there was also comparison. Most of these disciples were overflowing with confidence, and they were not convinced by each other. However, during the exchange of gossip, through constant comparison with each other, they also formed some consensus. That was, in the past year, there were a few people whose gains were indeed far better than the others. In short, they were superhumans. Although they were full of confidence, if they were to face those superhumans, they had no chance of winning.
For example, a certain Successor Disciple who was rushing his manuscript in the inn was a good example. Although he looked amiable, there was nothing special about him, and he spent most of his time at his desk writing. But for some reason, as long as they got a little closer, they could feel a stagnant aura, which made them breathless, and they couldn't help but lower their heads.
Fortunately, the disciples had also gained a lot of knowledge in the past year. After some discussion, they came to a conclusion: this was the legendary temperament of a leader. At the foot of the mountain, many people with high positions of power had a similar temperament, such as emperors, generals, ministers, or the heads of big sects. Therefore, people guessed that Wang Lu had run some organization by himself this year. But no one could guess that before returning to the mountain, Wang Lu already had millions of followers, and the entire grass-roots level of the Great Ming Country was under his control.
A person with this temperament, even if his cultivation base was poor, it couldn't be much worse. Not to mention that Wang Lu had always been known as a experiential learning expert. Whether it was the Immortal Path or the sky-breaking journey in the Small Clear Sky Peak, it made people firmly believe that in this year's experiential learning, his harvest was absolutely not small, and it was very likely that he would break through the limit of people's imagination … Not to mention that even if there were many controversies when he entered the mountain, he was still a genuine Successor Disciple, so there was no need for them to look for trouble with him.
However, even Wang Lu, who was recognized as a superhuman by the disciples, couldn't be ranked first.
"If you want to say the first, it should be the Successor Disciple Liu Li."
This was the sentence that Wang Lu heard the most during his stay at the inn for more than half a month.
As for why the woman nicknamed Little Liu Li could have such an amazing achievement …
"Why? Because she single-handedly killed the twelve Blood Cloud Demons in the Blood Cloud Gorge. Those twelve demons were all peak Foundation Establishment and even Xudan Stage characters, yet they were beaten by her, a Foundation Establishment girl, until they wailed like ghosts and howled like wolves. They didn't even have the power to fight back … It is said that even the Shengjing Sect was shocked by this fight. "
"Yes, yes, a few years ago, there was a Qiong Hua Fairy in Shengjing Sect, who claimed to be able to fight against a Xudan Stage cultivator with low-level Foundation Establishment cultivation. Then she proudly announced it to the world, as if she was the leader of the younger generation. But now, it seems like she's nothing special."
"Alas, Foundation Establishment, Xudan Stage, how do they fight …"
As the disciples discussed, they sighed. However, the nearby Wang Lu, who was quietly listening, actually thought it was funny.
It's just a mere Xudan Stage, what's there to shout about? My Wisdom Sect can casually pick out more than ten Xudan Stage Elders, and when they fail to do their job and get slapped in the face by me, how many of them would dare to defect to other sects? Didn't they honestly accept it and then sigh with emotion at the grace of the ruler?
The Nine Regions was too vast. Even the relatively remote Blue River Region was simply boundless for Qi Cultivating Stage and even Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators. There were countless cultivators in this land, and they all have different spirit root aptitude, wisdom, perception, core method, and treasures … Even if they were in the same stage, the difference in strength could be ten times or even a hundred times, which basically had no reference value.
Even if they were all Xudan Stage cultivators, the Lingjian School's Xudan Stage cultivators, even the most good-for-nothing one, could easily defeat more than ten Xudan Stage cultivators like Ye Chuchen! Not to mention others, just take a certain public official, Mu Xiao, as an example. He was a standard Xudan Stage cultivator, neither strong nor weak. However, that Qiong Hua Fairy of Shengjing Sect absolutely could not contend against him with her low-level Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation base.
Stage could not represent strength, and apart from that, there was no universal, concise standard to measure a cultivator's strength. This problem was widely discussed among the disciples of Spirit Sword Sect. When the disciples quarreled with each other, they often fell into chaos. For example...
"Last month, I defeated a high-level Foundation Establishment Stage beast cultivator, what qualifications do you have to be rampant in front of me?"
"What's so great about high-level Foundation Establishment Stage? Junior Sister Zhao Youxin and I jointly defeated four high-level Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators, which is twice as many as you, okay? "
"Your high-level Foundation Establishment Stage is not good enough, yet you still have the nerve to show off? I'm a famous beast cultivator! "
"My side is not weak either. Even if my cultivation base is a bit superficial, my magical tool is the real deal!"
"My side's demon tool is not weak either …"
"But my side is two against four!"
"Nonsense, as long as our Lingjian School's Yin and Yang Sword Array is used properly, our strength is more than doubled. On the contrary, when those crooked cultivators cooperate with us, their strength is less than ten percent. Your so-called two against four is actually only two against five!"
"Less than ten percent your mother!"
"Your mother!!"
Then, there was endless biting and biting. The debate quickly escalated to personal attacks. Then, before they almost came to blows, the Lady Boss grabbed them by the neck and threw them out, one in each hand.
When they crawled back with their faces covered in dirt, they found that Wang Lu, who was sitting in the corner, stood up.
"I'll say."
As soon as Wang Lu spoke, the lobby of the inn quieted down. Although his ranking was not the highest in the list of superheroes, at this time and place, he was undoubtedly the most important. Moreover, his leadership aura was so intimidating that no one dared to disobey him.
"Don't you think you're stupid? You clearly know that it's not reliable to judge strength by cultivation base, but you still cling to it to discuss strength every time. "
Questioned by Wang Lu, the disciples muttered for a while. Finally, someone said in a low voice, "There's no other way. Apart from cultivation base, the other conditions are even more unreliable. Right now, there's no particularly reasonable strength evaluation standard."
Wang Lu snorted. "Stupid, if there's no standard, then create one yourself. What's so difficult about that?"
The disciples looked at each other. They only felt that Wang Lu's words were original, yet ridiculous.
"How, how do we create it?"
Wang Lu sighed and looked at the disciple who asked the question with disdain. Then, he walked to the center of the lobby, found a table, and took out a pen and paper.
"It's very simple. First, we'll set a standard value."
"Standard value?" The disciples asked curiously as they quickly gathered around.
Wang Lu nodded and explained, "First, we'll design a cultivator who's mediocre in all aspects. For example … "
As Wang Lu spoke, he drew a small person on the paper.
The disciples asked in confusion, "Who is this?"
"This is Little Ming."
"... Little Ming?"
"Yes, Little Ming is an ordinary cultivator that can be seen everywhere in the Immortal Cultivation World. His cultivation base is at the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, and his spiritual root is a seventh level mixed spiritual root. As a ninth level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator, he has a low-rank core cultivation method, three middle-rank magical tools, and more than ten low-rank panaceas … That's about it. This kind of cultivator is probably the most common in the Nine Regions, right?"
The nearby disciples discussed for a while and all nodded their heads.
Indeed, although compared to the disciples of the Lingjian School, he was very shabby, but the disciples who were used to the suffering of the common people had already deeply realized that shabby was the common situation in the Immortal Cultivation World. Little Ming looked down and out, but in fact, there were many people who were even more down and out than him. Many cultivators who were barely able to reach the Foundation Establishment Realm, because their spiritual roots were too poor, their lifespan was almost up, and all of their abilities were in a period of decline. They could not be compared to the young cultivator on Wang Lu's paper. In addition, although middle-rank magical tools were not rare, having three was already very good, and having more than ten low-rank panaceas was the icing on the cake …
Wang Lu said, "Then, we'll set Little Ming as the standard value. In other words, a standard ninth level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator should look like this. Then, we'll set a cultivator, for example, this is Little Gang. "
With that, Wang Lu drew a little person, which looked ninety percent similar to Little Ming.
"Little Gang is also a mediocre cultivator that can be seen everywhere in the Nine Regions. It's just that, unlike Little Ming, he is an eighth level Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator … As for his cultivation method and equipment, I won't list them in detail, but the principle is the same. So, if Little Ming and Little Gang fight, basically, Little Gang's chance of winning is more than eighty percent. No problem, right? "
One by one, the disciples nodded their heads. Although they were in the same realm and only had a difference of one level, the other conditions were basically the same. Therefore, this one level difference was very fatal. Taking into account all kinds of random factors, Little Gang's chance of winning was more than eighty percent.
Wang Lu smiled and picked up his pen to make some changes to the information on Little Ming's drawing. "Then, let's assume that Little Ming doesn't have a middle-rank magical tool, but a high-rank magical tool. What do you think?"
The disciples were stunned by the question and immediately began to discuss it. And the result of the discussion was...
"Then, the chance of winning is about fifty-fifty."
Wang Lu nodded his head. "In other words, Little Ming, who has a high-rank magical tool, has the qualification to challenge those who are one level higher than him. Then …"
Wang Lu picked up his pen and added a few strokes to the ninth level Foundation Establishment Realm on Little Ming's information panel. It became: ninth level Foundation Establishment Realm + 1.
After he finished writing, Wang Lu put down his pen and smiled. "This is the principle. I don't need to explain the rest, right?"
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