Who Let Him Cultivate?!

Seeing Lu Yang trapped in a cell, she cheered up, “Lu Yang, have you finally landed yourself in trouble and getting the punishment you deserve?”

Lu Yang: “…. Can’t you wish me so something good for once?”

“Alright then, I wish you a successful sentence reduction.”

Lu Yang took a deep breath and reluctantly explained, “I’m actually practicing magic skills, I just encountered a minor setback.”

“What kind of magic skill are you practicing?” Fairy Eternity was curious. What kind of magic could imprison oneself in a cell?

“Draw the Ground into a Prison.”

“I see.”

As they were talking, a large hand suddenly appeared and pulled Lu Yang out of the ground. It was Ji Hongwen.

Senior Brother Ji had been watching as Lu Yang buried himself in the ground, constructing a cell with mud.

Senior Brother Ji was utterly confused. Did the magic I taught have anything in common with the magic you learnt, lad?

Oh, they have the same name.

That’s even more ridiculous!

Meeting Senior Brother Ji’s perplexed gaze, Lu Yang innocently blinked his eyes.

“Senior Brother Ji, can my ‘Draw the Ground into a Prison’ spell be saved?”

Senior Brother Ji calmly nodded, “The Saint advocates equal teaching for all. As long as the method is right, there’s no student that can’t be taught. I can definitely teach you!”

Lu Yang was overjoyed. See, Senior Brother Ji was the reliable one.

“Show me your results again. This time, draw a circle around me. Let’s see what’s wrong.”

“Okay.”

Lu Yang recalled his state just now when he was casting the spell, and drew a circle around Senior Brother Ji with his hand.

The circle was perfect and followed the principles of a round shape.

Then Senior Brother Ji felt a sudden heaviness in his body and found himself in a dungeon.

Senior Brother Ji: “…”

He blinked in bewilderment, failing to understand what had just happened.

As a Unification-stage cultivator, he could easily resist being imprisoned if he wanted to. However, in doing so, he wouldn’t be able to understand how Lu Yang learned the spell incorrectly.

Senior Brother Ji often teaches on behalf of the Fourth Elder, making him somewhat of a teacher.

As a teacher, he should be able to teach his students.

Before he can effectively teach the students, he needs to fully understand them.

Senior Brother Ji tapped on the dirt pillars and found that the dungeon was sturdy enough to hold a mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. It could be considered a method of combat.

However, he still didn’t understand where Lu Yang went wrong.

Senior Brother Ji broke out of the cell: “Try it again.”

Lu Yang once again used his hand as a pointer and put Senior Brother Ji back into the cell.

Senior Brother Ji kept burrowing in and out of the ground like a mole. After dozens of times, just as Lu Yang was about to perform the spell again, Senior Brother Ji halted him.

“I know where the problem is.” Senior Brother Ji nodded solemnly, his eyes deep.

Lu Yang was overjoyed and eagerly asked Senior Brother Ji what was wrong.

“The problem is that I shouldn’t be teaching you.”

“Huh?”

Senior Brother Ji sighed in his heart. It wasn’t that he wasn’t upholding the Saint’s idea, it was that he was incapable of understanding Lu Yang.

He even suspected that it wasn’t that he couldn’t teach Lu Yang, but even the Saint himself would fail to do so.

“Man Gu, Jingzhou, the two of you remember to practice more.”

“Yes.”

After practicing for so long, Meng Jingzhou gradually grasped the trick of ‘Draw the Ground into a Prison’, significantly improving his success rate. As for Man Gu, was still drawing circles without entrapping anyone.

Having said that, Senior Brother Ji drifted away, leaving behind the trio of circle-drawers.

“It’s over, Senior Brother Ji gave up on you.” Meng Jingzhou chuckled at Lu Yang.

“Draw the Ground into a Prison!” Furious and embarrassed, Lu Yang quickly drew a circle around Meng Jingzhou who let out a cry as he was imprisoned.

Breaking out of the prison, Meng Jingzhou started fighting back by trapping Lu Yang in a circle: “Draw the Ground into a Prison!”

“Draw the Ground into a Prison!”

“Draw the Ground into a Prison!”

“Draw the Ground into a Prison!”

“Draw the Ground into a Prison!”

“Damned beast, you’ve caused boundless murder and countless aggrieved souls. Watch as I suppress you in a dungeon forever!”

“Bare-headed monk, it’s yet to be seen who’ll suppress who today. I’d like to see whether you can escape from the circle this demon lord has drawn!”

“Take this!”

“Take this!”

The two of them practiced the newly-learned spell in real combat, visibly improving their proficiency.

Only Man Gu was single-minded, repeatedly drawing circles on the spot.

They battled till the end, running out of mana power and calling a mutual truce.

Both of them sat on the ground panting heavily. While fighting, they had been shouting their spells until their throats went dry. They formed a water ball in the air using the last of their magic and drank heartily.

“Senior Brother Man, I’ve finally found you.” A figure walked into the bamboo forest, reaching Man Gu.

“Li Haoran?” Lu Yang recognized the newcomer.

“So Junior Brother Lu and Senior Brother Meng are also here.” Li Haoran greeted.

“Senior Brother Man, I’ve modified the big hammer you entrusted me to. It’s ready now.”

“So soon, quick, quick, quick, let me see.” Hearing about the upgraded version of his weapon, Man Gu was impatient and excited.

Without saying more, Li Haoran took out a giant iron hammer, as tall as a person, from his Identity Jade.

The hammerhead section of the giant iron hammer looked like a huge red agate, which gave a heavy impression. In the sunlight, it shimmered brightly. The handle was changed to pure white, matching Man Gu’s white Confucian robe perfectly.

“Not bad, not bad.” Man Gu weighed the hammer, swinging it a couple of times, the sound of the wind indicated its weight. He was very satisfied.

The crucial function of playing “Words of the Saint” during battle was also retained by Li Haoran.

Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou wore strange expressions: “Junior Brother Li, are you sure this is an iron hammer?”

“Yes.” Li Haoran confidently nodded.

Meng Jingzhou complained, “Yes, my foot! This isn’t an iron hammer at all, but a jumbo lollipop. Man Gu was even licking the hammerhead just now!”

Li Haoran explained his reason for the modification. “Originally, Senior Brother Man suggested adding protrusions at both ends of the hammer. Considering that he is a Confucian cultivator, I proposed to him, saying that swinging around a heavy iron hammer is ungraceful behavior and contradicts people’s impressions of Confucian cultivators.”

“Yet Senior Brother Man likes to fight with an iron hammer. So, I came up with a compromise – turn the hammer into a jumbo lollipop. It’s more popular. During battle, it can be a weapon, during leisure hours, it can be a snack. Carrying a giant iron hammer on the street can even attract children, thereby increasing its popularity with the public. It’s a win-win!”

Indeed, no weapon could be more popular than a giant lollipop.

Lu Yang: “…”

It’s over, I actually think that what Li Haoran said makes some sense. Have I been influenced by Fairy Eternity?

Man Gu added, “Moreover, the lollipops made by Junior Brother Li are 20% cheaper than those in the cafeteria.”

Only then did Lu Yang remember that the cafeteria business was also a product of the Refining Peak. You Li Haoran wouldn’t be trying to set up a lollipop shop in the cafeteria, are you?

“It’s not a matter of being cheaper or not… never mind, as long as you’re happy.” Lu Yang, too tired to complain, gave up.

“Hmm?” Lu Yang heard someone messaging him.

“What is it?”

“Eldest Senior Sister is back. She wants me to return to Sky Gate Mountain.”