Primordial Cultivator



BOOM!

BANG!

KACHA!

For the past few minutes, only the sound of Yang Wei's bone-cracking could be heard inside the Pagoda.

Fan Ping had pulled no punches back and had utilized the best of his techniques to attack Yang Wei.

Yang Wei, who could only be in the defensive position, was completely helpless in the current situation.

The strength and experience in their gap were far too vast. It would be a miracle if Yang Wei could even escape unscathed from Fan Ping's strike.

"Senior Fan Ping, can you stop it already?" Yang Wei asked aloud while keeping his guards up.

"You have been attacking for the past few minutes and I still don't understand why you're doing this." He added.

Alas, it was like his words were never spoken aloud since Fan Ping continued to launch a barrage of attacks at Yang Wei.

Gritting his teeth, Yang Wei could only try to use his spiritual qi to create a temporary barrier to parry the strong attack from Fan Ping.

'At this rate, I would exhaust all of my spiritual qi and become a fish at the chopping part.' Yang Wei exclaimed inwardly, hoping to find a plausible solution to his dilemma.

All he did was ask for help to solve a crisis, yet he was now being targeted by Fan Ping.

Who would have thought that asking someone for help is equivalent to asking for a beating?

Time slowly passed by, and Yang Wei had finally exhausted his capacity of the spiritual qi within his core.

"Damn it, aren't you just bullying the weak!" He shouted aloud in frustration.

Despite blocking Fan Ping's strikes repeatedly, there was a limit on how much he could do as a mere Foundation Core Realm.

He panted heavily as he glanced at Fan Ping who calmly hovered down from the sky.

"Weak!" Fan Ping spat out. 

"As a cultivator, you have failed miserably this time. If I were an enemy, then do you think I would have even given you a chance to prepare?"

Yang Wei remained silent as he stood still and got reprimanded by Fan Ping.

Fan Ping was teaching him a valuable lesson today and he would be a fool to try and argue back. 

"First of all, when you know the disparity between your strength and mine, then you should have never tried to fight head-on. Instead, you should have found some loophole and used the environment to your advantage." Fan Ping said.

He then pointed at a hidden barrel that was laid on the grass field.

"Did you see that barrel? If you were focused on your surroundings, then you could have grabbed that barrel and activated it to create a mist that would temporarily blind my eyesight." 

'When was that barrel there?' Yang Wei wondered silently. 

He had increased his spiritual perception throughout the fight and he had never detected the hidden barrel before.

Meanwhile, Fan Ping sneered coldly as he flicked his finger at Yang Wei's forehead.

"The second mistake is that you rely too heavily on your spiritual perception. Let me remind you something, Yang Wei. The cultivation world is never a simple world that is filled with simplicity." Fan Ping explained.

And he continued, "The hidden barrel over there is concealed with a formation and you can only see it with the naked eyes. Hence, your spiritual perception is naturally unable to detect it."

"I see…"

After hearing the explanation from Fan Ping, Yang Wei finally realized why he had suffered such a major defeat.

Unlike in the past where Fan Ping would summon some automatic cultivators for him to fight directly, this time, Fan Ping is forcefully making him think critically in a fight.

However, Yang Wei was still confused at one point.

"But why are you training me now when I'm asking you to lend me a hand to deal with someone?" He asked.

"You ignorant kid!" Fan Ping shouted aloud and started to bash Yang Wei once again.

This time, Yang Wei was completely powerless as his face had quickly turned purple from the numerous bashing.

Fan Ping was extremely insidious that he continuously targeted only at his face and nowhere else.

"Stop bullying me!" Yang Wei screamed in anger as he could feel the throbbing pain on his face.

It was like someone was using a paper shredder, grinding through his face. 

"What did I even do wrong this time to infuriate you?" He asked, hoping for a clarification. 

Fan Ping shrugged his shoulders.

"Nothing, I just feel like bashing you once in a while and using it as a way to knock your ego down a notch. The journey of your cultivation path has been way too smooth lately, and you needed some obstacles." 

"S-S-Shameless old man! You just wanted to beat me up as an excuse to vent your frustration, aren't you?"

"And so what if I am? What are you going to do about it?"

Yang Wei gnashed his teeth and wished to beat Fan Ping into a pulp.

Alas, he wasn't even on par with his skills, so he could only resign his fate of being a punching bag today.

Having stored up enough anger, Yang Wei no longer wished to stay in the Pagoda and was about to leave.

However, before he left, Fan Ping threw a talisman toward him.

"That talisman contains a 1/100th of my true power. If you use it wisely then you can deal a significant amount of damage at Yi Renshu." Fan Ping said before vanishing from thin air.

Yang Wei proceeded to return back to the outside world as he inspected closely on the talisman.

The talisman was glowing in a golden light and from the aura it exuded, Yang Wei could confirm that the power contained in the talisman was at least somewhere in the Xiantian Stage.

Clutching it tightly, Yang Wei knew exactly how to utilize this talisman to the maximum benefit.

He began to search around the room and looked for some black clothing that covered the entire body except for the eyes.

"Time to disguise as a mysterious expert and wreak havoc." Yang Wei curled his lips upward in a wicked manner.