Cultivation Starts from Farming

Xu Ping and Duan Shuang descended in their Escape Light, revealing their forms.

Raising their eyes, they saw the majestic mountain gate, inscribed with the two ancient characters "Yunxiao", with a Sword Intent soaring into the sky, and a Dao charm naturally formed.

The disciples guarding the gate all had vigorous auras and impressive cultivation, methodically receiving the various cultivators who came to attend the meeting, displaying the demeanor of a great sect.

"The Yunxiao Sect... truly a leader among the Outer Sea Human Race." Xu Ping nodded slightly.

The ability to organize such a large alliance meeting speaks volumes about its strength and prestige.

At this moment, a familiar figure in a white robe with cloud patterns approached with a radiant smile.

"Brother Xu, Fairy Duan, what a long journey you’ve had!"

Fellow Daoist Sikong greeted with hands cupped, his demeanor much more enthusiastic and solemn compared to the Ancient Demon Hall.

"You’re too polite, Fellow Daoist Sikong." Xu Ping and Duan Shuang returned the courtesy politely.

After a few pleasantries, Sikong Ziyan’s expression turned serious, "Brother Xu, the patriarch and various seniors have been waiting in the ’Hall of Heroes’ for quite some time now."

"Oh, waiting for me?"

A barely noticeable peculiar look flashed in Xu Ping’s eyes.

To have a group of Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators waiting, this treatment is indeed extraordinary.

Xu Ping remained outwardly calm, humbly saying, "What virtue or capability does Xu Mou have to trouble the seniors to wait, truly makes me apprehensive."

"Please, Fellow Daoist Sikong, lead the way quickly, lest the seniors grow impatient."

"Brother Xu, please follow me." Sikong Ziyan said no more and led the way forthwith.

The three passed through several rows of strictly restricted corridors, arriving in front of a grand hall constructed entirely from a type of warm, white jade.

The hall gate stood towering, inscribed with the three ancient characters "Hall of Heroes", with vigorous brushwork, faintly flowing with Sword Intent.

In front, four Late-Stage Golden Core cultivators stood solemnly, their auras deep and their gazes sharp, like statues.

Upon seeing Sikong Ziyan and Xu Ping arriving, the four glanced over and nodded slightly, not obstructing them.

However, one of them stepped forward, courteously saying to Duan Shuang, "Fairy, the hall is where the patriarchs discuss important matters, please accompany me to an adjacent hall to rest."

Duan Shuang looked toward Xu Ping, and Xu Ping gave a slight nod.

Even though Duan Shuang had just formed a Nascent Soul, in such settings, she indeed had not yet the qualification to enter.

Understanding this, she softly said to Xu Ping, "Xu Lang, I’ll wait for you," and then followed the cultivator away.

Sikong Ziyan also paused outside the hall, saying to Xu Ping, "Brother Xu, please enter on your own, I will wait here."

Evidently, even though he was a true disciple, without a summons, he too could not enter this hall.

Xu Ping’s expression returned to one of calm as still waters, taking a step into the heavy hall doors.

The interior scene of the hall was unexpectedly simple and spacious, unlike the splendor he had imagined.

Apart from the giant stone pillars supporting the hall’s roof, there was only the central open space, with Spirit Wood chairs emitting a light fragrance placed every few feet, numbering about sixteen to seventeen.

At this moment, ten of these chairs were already occupied by cultivators of various postures, yet all with auras vast like the ocean abyss.

At the very moment Xu Ping stepped through the hall doors—

Ten gazes, substantial as if material, instantly focused on him.

No mana was used, nor was any Divine Sense pressure released.

Yet, the invisible aura of these ten beings, standing at the pinnacle of the Outer Sea Cultivation Realm, the spiritual wills naturally nurtured by wielding great power over countless ages, seemed to converge into an invisible mountain, towering over Xu Ping.

The air seemed to freeze.

This was not intentional difficulty but rather a tacit... probe.

To test this newly risen, rumored to possess late-stage battle power, yet whose background was mysterious Loose Cultivator, to see if he truly had the qualification to stand as their equal in discussions concerning the survival of the Outer Sea.

Even a top mid-stage Nascent Soul Cultivator under the focus of these ten gazes might find their mind quivering, their Dao heart unsettled, possibly even stumbling, showing an ugly flaw.

However, Xu Ping only paused slightly, his expression unchanged.

His Divine Sense lightly undulated like a breeze over a hill; the immense spiritual pressure that could crush an ordinary mid-stage Nascent Soul was instantly and quietly nullified by him.

Xu Ping continued forward calmly, arriving at the center of the great hall, cupping his hands respectfully yet confidently towards those ten Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivators, his voice steady and clear:

"Junior Xu Ping greets the seniors."

In that instant, the tense atmosphere within the hall eased considerably.

The eyes of the ten Late-stage Nascent Soul Cultivators all simultaneously flashed with a hint of surprise.

This youth... such powerful Divine Sense.

The silent exchange just now, they were keenly aware.

Xu Ping resolved it with such ease, and even the reverberation of Divine Sense was so pure and condensed, far beyond their expectations.

In terms of Divine Sense strength alone, this youth might rank in the middle among their ten.

Couple this with his record of slaying a late-stage Ancient Demon... this person’s overall strength might already be on par with a true Late-stage Nascent Soul Great Cultivator.

"Young Friend Xu, you are too modest."

The elderly man sitting in the chief position among the ten was the first to speak, his voice gentle as a breeze in spring,

"We are merely a few years older, having idly spent some time, while the Young Friend is indeed a formidable young talent, making us old-timers blush with shame."

This elder wore a simple coir robe, his face lean, hair and beard all white, his eyes gentle, with no discernible mana fluctuations from his body, like an ordinary old man next door.

But Xu Ping dared not be negligent in the slightest, and instead, his vigilance heightened to its peak within.

The Patriarch of Yunxiao Peak - Yun Weifeng.

The outer sea’s human race’s only recognized Nascent Soul Perfection Great Cultivator.

Nascent Soul Perfection is not an independent major realm, but still part of the late-stage Nascent Soul.