"You are such a strong kid, I believe you can beco a Cultivator easily," an old woman said lovingly to the young man carrying her on his back.
The youth smiled at her remark and walked forward. He seed to be about 20 years of age and was quite handso. He wore weird, broken sunglasses on his face.
"I want to beco a cultivator, but who knows if I can truly beco one?" The youth shook his head. His body was weird and not like the bodies of others in this world, who knows whether cultivation would work on him?
They walked in silence for a while.
The old woman said gratefully, "You don't know how much help this is. My back has been killing and I have to walk up this mountain and back all the ti, it is such a big help you are carrying ho."
"It is nothing, Grandma."
The old woman gave his back so punches but he didn't even seem to care. "You really are sturdy. I weigh so much but you are lifting like I am a leaf. What does your mother feed you?"
The young man smiled. The wind rustled his cole black hair, while two shining blue eyes looked around with studious interest. "I eat chicken and nothing else, but I am still strong. So say I have a divine physique or sothing. That's why I told you I wanted to beco a cultivator. So is your husband really a cultivator?
Can he teach ?"
"Yeah, yeah, that old man is one. A weak one though." The old woman spat to the side. "He can't even lift like you can, so I don't know if he can help you. What was your na again boy?"
"Choi Sung."
"Such a weird na, I can't even pronounce it. Are you not from around here?"
"I am from a distant land."
"No wonder," the old woman said.
They walked in silence for another long while. Choi Sung took in the atmosphere rich with energy and vibrancy with a smile as he walked. Mountain wind, mountain trees, and the usual humidity of the mountain all made him smile.
It was a peaceful world here—a world of cultivators.
"They say a truly strong cultivator can even fly," the old woman said enviously. "I wish it was a man like that who took my hand when I was young. So cultivators don't even age, y'know?"
Yes, the cultivators had another na.
Immortals.
Chi Sung had appeared here after the Hunter World was destroyed, and from then on, he had been trying to find a way to beco a cultivator himself. This old woman was his final lead towards becoming one.
"Grandma, I heard Cultivators are as strong as Demons, is that true?"
The old woman blinked and her eyes turned in thought. "Demons, hmph. They are strong but not much better than cultivators. My husband once said that he killed Heart Demons for breakfast when he was young."
Choi Sung felt his heart tremble.
Yes, most rumors he had always said that a cultivator of the sa tier could easily fight off a demon of the sa tier. I really have to beco one.
Maybe, if he beca a strong cultivator, he could revive his sister.
Choi Sung's expression turned into lancholy as he walked up the mountain, thinking of different things, and soon enough, he reached the mountain top.
There was a humble hut there. Many n in formal martial robes sat around the hut as if waiting. Choi Sung frowned.
"Who are these n, old woman?" he asked, voice rude. "Didn't you tell you live alone?"
The old woman hid her face behind Choi Sung's back, hiding from the n outside her ho.
"I don't know them," she said.
Choi Sung's frown deepened. The n outside the hut all turned and looked toward him.
"Oi, the old woman is here!" one of the n shouted.
They ran towards Choi Sung, quickly surrounding him. The Hunter's blue eyes quickly glanced over all of them. Seven n. Did they have cultivator powers or were they normal n?
"What do you want?" Choi Sung asked. Through his life as a criminal Hunter, he had gained a cunning and confident mind, these people could never intimidate him.
"Yes, yes, what do you want?!" The old woman shouted after him. "Why are you outside my house?"
"You can't escape paying the debt this ti, Old Witch!" a young man shouted. "How many young n are you going to deceive into your devil's hut?"
Another middle aged man spat to the side. "Young fellow, throw that Old Witch to us, she is making you follow her towards her hut, but there is a Spiritual Array inside it and the mont you enter, you will be trapped!"
Choi Sung's face changed and he looked at the old woman on his back. She shook her head innocently.
"She sucks the Yang energy out of n to cultivate, I can feel how disgusting its aura is all the way here." A bald man in Buddhist robes sighed, clasping his hand in a praying gesture. "Amitabha, such a demon. We have to end her today."
Choi Sung didn't move for a second before he suddenly turned.
All cultivators were alerted.
Choi Sung swiftly pushed the old woman away from him and blue fire appeared under the foot of n nearest to him. They slipped on ice and he jumped past them, escaping the encirclent.
The old woman looked at Choi Sung in surprise.
Choi Sung raised his arms and looked at the seven who were surrounding the old woman. "I have no connection to her. I don't know her. I just wanted to help her to et her husband and learn about cultivation."
"Husband?" the Buddhist snorted, his bald head glinting in the sunlight. "This witch has no husband. You were being baited here. This demoness truly is insufferable!"
The old woman stood up and dusted her back.
Her deanor changed.
She said: "An Ice cultivator, I see. Choi Sung, your body truly is tougher than normal, I should have understood that it was not so divine physique but just hidden cultivation. Which sect are you from?" She smirked. "And I couldn't sense a whiff of cultivation in you, you have a good technique to hide your power."
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