My Two-sided Cultivation: Starting From Collecting Experiences

364 Lotus Flower King!

Qin Huai, standing at a distance, watched the spectacle unfold. “As I thought, this man is alarmingly powerful,” he muttered, his heart still fluttering with apprehension.

Along with the lotus flower, a barely perceptible force cloaked the so-called primitive man, providing an unyielding double layer of defense.

“Brother! Brother, where are you? I can’t hold on much longer!” the man shouted, desperation coloring his words.

But Qin Huai, observing from afar, saw no signs of distress. He understood that the man was still in control.

Despite Wuji Mountain being a top sect of the Nine Dragons sect and the possibility of a connection between them, he didn’t consider such bonds reliable in this chaotic world. At the very least, he needed to gauge the other’s strength and be confident before stepping in to assist.

The beasts’ assault intensified, with a few falling but quickly replaced by others among the group of twenty-odd behemoths. They were resilient, to say the least.

“Curses!” The primitive man growled, his lotus phantom abruptly collapsing.

Twenty-seven lotus petals materialized and encased his body – shoulders, elbows, knees, heart, abdomen, spine – all shielded by floating petals, resembling a suit of lotus armor. Concurrently, his eyes emitted a pink radiance, a terrifying aura radiating from him and the tide of the battle shifted.

Brandishing the lotus spear, the man fended off the encroaching beasts, trading wounds for survival.

Meanwhile, Qin Huai remained composed. “As I expected, he was holding back a great deal. Even a prodigy cultivating the king’s force…”

He had already made his prediction: the primitive man would triumph. Launching himself from a treetop over two hundred meters high, he dove towards the battlefield.

“Boiling blood! Blood dragon form!”

The dragon mark on Qin Huai’s body became visible once more. The fierce wind whipped his robe, roaring like thunder. He clenched his fists, raising them high above his head as if wielding divine hammers.

“Forbidden technique, three beasts!”

Boom!

The ‘hammers’ slammed down squarely on a creature with a long neck akin to a giraffe’s. The grating sound of fracturing bones echoed. The beast’s neck, under the weight of Qin Huai’s blow, broke into three parts. Wailing in agony, it crumpled to the ground.

Though he had expended a significant amount of strength, Qin Huai was still suspended mid-air. He aimed for the other two beasts. Utilizing the white dragon qi to propel himself in the opposite direction, he accelerated.

The wind roared around him like a raging tempest as he descended like a falling meteor, primed for impact. Underneath his feet, dots of white light converged, forming the forbidden technique, poison dragon shock.

The fierce tiger issued a pained roar, its thick fur visibly changing color. From his sleeves, Qin Huai released his poison king’s power, a blood-red, paralyzing fog that quickly subdued the remaining colossal beasts.

Through the dust-filled chaos of the battlefield, Qin Huai exchanged glances with the primitive man, each acknowledging the other with a nod. However, the latter gritted his teeth, harboring a degree of resentment towards Qin Huai.

“Ding! You have collected a [True Lotus Technique Essence (Dark Orange)], [True Lotus Technique] experience points +70,000!”

“Ding! You have collected a [True Lotus Comprehension], [True Lotus Force] +7%!”

The experience points orbs swiftly flew through the dust and the beasts, merging into Qin Huai’s body. A surge of experiences washed over his mind, and he felt his knowledge base expand. His anxiety subsided, reassured that his “golden finger” had not failed.

But it raised a question. What kind of beings were these fifth-level bone pattern realm beasts? His doubts deepened.

After gaining the experience points, Qin Huai’s assault became even more ferocious. With the combined force of two prodigies who had cultivated the king’s force, the twenty-plus giant beasts were quickly eradicated.

The primitive man, breathing heavily, cast a resentful gaze at Qin Huai. “Brother! You made me suffer so much!” He rushed to Qin Huai, his approach resembling a woman scorned.

Qin Huai, maintaining his composure, met his gaze. “In unfamiliar territory, caution is warranted given the fickleness of human hearts. I hope Brother Yuan can forgive me,” he responded, cupping his fists in a conciliatory gesture.

“Forget it, forget it… It’s generous of you to assist,” the primitive man retorted half-heartedly. “Otherwise, even I would have been injured while dealing with these troublesome creatures. And by the way, my name is She Wanshan, not Brother Yuan.”

She Wanshan paused to catch his breath. “May I know your name?”

“I’m Zhou Cunzhong, a humble level-one rogue cultivator,” Qin Huai humbly responded.

“I see, I see… Earlier, you seemed to have incorporated some poison in your moves. Although you restrained your actions, it was clear that you’ve mastered them.” She Wanshan chuckled.

“Brother She is indeed a disciple of a great sect, having such insights into the poison path. Admirable!” Qin Huai maintained his calm facade, inwardly noting She Wanshan’s keen observations during the battle.

This guy actually had the spare energy to observe him, so he was probably not even at his full strength just now. How terrifying…

She Wanshan laughed off the compliment. “Brother Zhou, considering your entry here as a level-one rogue cultivator, your talent and strength must be impressive.”

“I wonder how much Brother knows about this place? I’m new here and lack knowledge of this land,” Qin Huai ventured, desperate for information.

“Me? I just arrived here too,” She Wanshan revealed, a bitter smile on his face.

Qin Huai examined She Wanshan’s attire, his face mirroring disbelief. How could a disciple from a large sect be in such a state?