"Master, the energy crystals are ready," Toram Bach walked up to him and informed him respectfully.
Lu Sheng snapped out of his daze. Red radiance was already gathering within the formation.
'The energy level of the worlds I've arrived in are getting higher and higher. The black energy crystals are starting to run out. I'll need to replace them with energy crystals with higher and stronger energy … However, the best I can buy in the market is the black crystals … I'll visit the Green Branch Sect and see if I can get some high-grade energy resources …'
The thought flashed across his mind. Lu Sheng tapped the air lightly with his feet. His body flew out and landed lightly in the center of the formation.
Red radiance gathered rapidly. With a crack, a gray crack appeared above his head.
Lu Sheng was in no hurry to enter. Instead, he flicked his finger. Two faint yellow specks of light appeared.
The specks of light shot into Bansai and Toram's foreheads at lightning speed.
"Cultivate the cultivation method I've tailor-made for you. I'll check your cultivation base when I return. Don't slack off!" With one last reminder, Lu Sheng leaped up lightly. He instantly transformed into a streak of yellow light and vanished into the crack.
The formation shook violently. Then, with a sudden tremor, the black crystals shattered with a crack.
"This is bad!" Bansai shuddered in fright. "Replenish the energy crystals quickly. Otherwise, Boss might be lost in the space-time vortex if the formation collapses!"
He dashed to the hidden compartment in the wall and quickly retrieved the black crystals.
Toram Bach was shocked as well. She hastily stepped forward to help. The two of them hastily inserted the new crystal into the formation socket on the ground. When they saw the gray crack shake and stabilize again, they heaved a sigh of relief.
"Looks like the black crystals won't be able to satisfy our needs …" Bansai said with a sigh.
Toram was silent for a moment before she slowly said, "We'll see when Master returns. We'll have to work hard for now. I hope the black crystals will be able to hold out for the time being."
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…
"The autumn winds are cold. The weather's getting cold again …"
In a simple and unadorned courtyard, a few maidservants were carefully fanning a person who was lying on a chair in the center.
This person was extremely fat, more than two meters long and one meter wide. Sitting on the deck chair, he looked like a small mountain of meat.
"Come, help me turn over." After the fatty sighed, he raised his chubby hand and asked the maid beside him to hold it.
"Young Master, be careful." The four maids combined their strength and shouted in unison, barely managing to flip the fatty's body to the side.
"Sigh …" Fatty sighed again. "Say, my father is the master of the Green Dew Altar, the number one person in the underworld of the three provinces. My mother is a peerless beauty. Ten years ago, it was said that she had countless suitors. How did I grow up to be like this?"
The maids lowered their heads, not daring to make a sound. He just kept wiping the sweat off his body with a towel.
In the past, they had also heard that there was a maid who had answered the fat young master's question. However, she had accidentally answered and angered him. As a result … no one had ever seen that maid again.
"Sigh … I wonder where my mother is now …" Fatty was used to the maids not answering him. His beady eyes looked at the distant sky, unable to extricate himself from his melancholy.
"If only I could be thinner … Then, I would definitely be able to practice martial arts. That way, I could help Father look for my mother …" Fatty squeezed his chubby face, feeling even more sorrowful.
However, he did not notice that a thin crack had suddenly appeared in the space behind him. A spot of yellow light appeared and disappeared in a flash, entering the back of his head and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
After the yellow light disappeared, the crack quickly faded and disappeared as well. It was as if it had never appeared in the first place.
"Alright, all of you can go out. I want to have a good rest." Fatty waved his hand and said.
"Yes."
The four maids bowed and hurriedly walked out of the courtyard side by side in an orderly manner, leaving Fatty lying in the middle of the courtyard with his eyes closed, as if he was resting.
However, nobody knew that in the depths of Fatty's soul, there was a ball of deep yellow spiritual light that was swiftly fusing with Fatty's own soul.
It was not devouring, and there was no rejection. The two souls were fusing together like water and milk, becoming one in the blink of an eye.
Shortly after, Fatty slowly opened his eyes again. A yellow light flashed in the depths of his eyes.
"Pang Sicheng? The only son of the Green Dew Altar's Master? His father has a high status, but his mother has mysteriously disappeared. Also, this world … What the hell is this world?! "
As soon as Lu Sheng fused with Pang Sicheng's memories, he felt a headache coming on.
This world was vast and boundless. There was no concept of a country in the area where his body resided. The rulers were various sects and organizations of different sizes.
The ruler of the area he resided in was the powerful Green Dew Altar. The Green Dew Altar's Master, Pang Yuanjun, was the father of this body.
Therefore, it was only natural that he was a true member of the Crown Prince's faction in this life. He had all sorts of second generations in one body.
What made Lu Sheng want to complain the most was that this world's martial arts system was extremely crude. Everyone cultivated pure strength techniques.
Martial artists of various ranks were also described in terms of pure strength and weight.
In the martial path cultivation, among the official martial artists, the lowest rank was the Strongman, who had the strength of one bull.
Then came the Martial Masters, who had the strength of ten bulls. Then came the Martial Grandmasters, Martial Venerables, Martial Kings, Martial Emperors, and the most powerful Martial Monarchs.
The division of ranks was extremely crude. Everyone was purely cultivating their Qi and Blood Power. However, the Qi and Blood Power in this world could be cultivated to a ridiculous level.
"Sigh …" Lu Sheng had read many web novels when he was on Earth. Now that he thought about it, he felt that it was very appropriate. Wasn't this the division of ranks in those novels?
At first, he thought that it was just something someone made up. Now, it seemed like such a world really existed!
He shifted his position with great effort so that he could lie more comfortably.
'Let me see, what is this Pang Sicheng's karma and wish?'
Lu Sheng's spirit moved slightly and slowly dived into the depths of his soul. This was a world with a one-to-ten time flow. It was obvious that the energy level of this world was the strongest among all the worlds he had descended into.
'Apart from the Empress Wa World, I'm afraid this world is the space closest to the Heavenly Devil World …' Lu Sheng focused on Pang Sicheng's karma.
The karma was very simple. There was only one line.
Find his mother, and the family would be reunited.
As a combination of second generations, Pang Sicheng lacked nothing. He lived in luxury, and even if he wanted to cultivate martial arts, he had his father to guide him.
Therefore, the only thing he wanted to do was to find his mother, and the family of three would be reunited and live happily ever after.
Another surprising thing was that this body's father was a fierce and ambitious overlord of three provinces. Now, he was fighting everywhere, conquering the world, and trying to unify the martial arts world.
The so-called martial arts world was the rich and fertile land between the Tangmen Pass in the east and the Jiuhe Mountains in the west.
Countless factions of various sizes occupied this land. The strongest among them were the Three Sects and Sixteen Sects.
The Green Dew Altar was ranked among the top of the Sixteen Sects.
His father, Pang Yuanjun, could be said to be one of the best among Martial Emperors. His Ten Killings Art was extremely domineering. Whenever he attacked, blood would definitely be shed.
'Unfortunately, Pang Sicheng was afraid of pain. He didn't choose to cultivate the cruel Ten Killings Art at all. Instead, he cultivated the Straggling Star Path Toad Method. Although it's also a Martial Emperor Realm martial path, this mystic technique is much weaker than the Ten Killings Art … '
Lu Sheng felt that it was a pity. He sensed the threads of force flowing in his body. This force did not have a physical form. It was unlike spiritual power and other pure energies that could be seen.
It was merely an invisible force that was attached to his flesh and blood, circulating and vibrating continuously.
"Young master." Suddenly, a man in green martial arts attire appeared at the entrance of the courtyard. He knelt on one knee and greeted respectfully.
"What is it?" Lu Sheng replied lazily, using Pang Sicheng's previous tone.
"The young city lord of Seven Peaks City is here."
"The young city lord of Seven Peaks City?" Lu Sheng's mind jolted slightly. He quickly recalled Pang Sicheng's previous memories.
Zhong Xiu, the young city lord of Seven Peaks City, was also his father, Pang Yuanjun's first personal disciple. He was also the big brother who took care of his previous self the most. However, his identity was a little secretive. Outsiders did not know about it.
"Invite Big Brother Zhong over." Lu Sheng tried to straighten himself, but he was too heavy. Even he found it difficult to do so.
Even if he had some martial arts skills, Pang Sicheng was too lazy. That bit of skill was not enough to support his own weight.
The man in martial arts attire responded softly. He vanished in the blink of an eye.
Soon, a tall, thin man walked slowly into the courtyard with his right hand behind his back.
The man's face was cold and handsome. He had a natural air of indifference and coldness about him. His right hand had been injured before. Hence, he liked to keep it behind his back.
Lu Sheng slowly raised his head to look at this person.
"Is Father not coming home again?" Lu Sheng gathered his memories. He immediately recalled his old routine.
"The main altar master is attacking the Feng Family Villa. The Northern Blade King is stubborn and won't surrender. He won't be back anytime soon. The old man asked me to pass a message to you. He wants you to go to the Feng Family Villa soon. There's something for you there. "
"I'm not going," Lu Sheng said decisively.
Pang Sicheng and his father, Pang Yuanjun, were not on good terms. Pang Yuanjun was a tyrannical person. Even when facing his only son, he would do whatever he wanted. He did not care about Pang Sicheng's feelings at all.
Pang Sicheng had initially rejected martial arts partly because of his rebellious mentality. Pang Yuanjun had pushed him too far back then.
"Oh, you …" Zhong Xiu shook his head and said with a hint of helplessness. "Apart from this, there's something else I want to tell you. If you run into someone called Zhuang Xiesheng near Clear Dew City, avoid him as much as possible."
"Oh?" Lu Sheng was stunned. This was the first time he had heard of something like this.
In the past, no matter where he went, it was always others who avoided him. This time, he was the one who avoided others.
"Why is that?" Lu Sheng asked the moment he thought of it. Pang Sicheng was like this in the past. Hence, he had no qualms about it.
Zhong Xiu was silent for a moment.
"Master has his reasons. Just remember it. It won't do you any harm."
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