Global Demon Transformation.

Chapter 15 Yunwu Mountain

Shangjing.

The misty mountains appeared exceptionally serene under the night sky.

As its name suggests, Yunwu Mountain is famous for its clouds and mist. Every morning at sunrise, the mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, creating a dreamlike and fairyland-like scene.

Speaking of this misty mountain, it's not only familiar to people in Beijing, but probably to people all over the country.

This fame doesn't stem from the unique cloud and mist scenery; many mountains actually possess similar views.

Yunwu Mountain is famous for its exquisite villas built along the mountainside.

The villas are all three stories high. Apart from being a bit more refined, they are nothing special, but they can't be overstated by one word: expensive!

There are more than 300 villas in Yunwu Mountain, and the price increases as you go higher up.

Even villas near the foot of the mountain cost 5 billion Singapore dollars, and without a certain status and position, one cannot buy one even if they have the money.

A villa costing at least 5 billion would seem insane to anyone who heard that.

Fifty billion—even in a place like Beijing, where hidden talents abound, there aren't many who can come up with that much money at once.

Of course, nobody's a fool; there's a reason why things are expensive.

Although Yunwu Mountain looks like an ordinary mountain peak, it is a legendary blessed land for cultivation.

Since the emergence of other worlds, there have been various sayings about blessed places for cultivation. All blessed places have one thing in common: they are rich in spiritual energy.

However, these blessed lands are mostly located in places rarely visited by humans and frequented by monsters, making them unusable by humans.

It is extremely rare for them to appear in the base city.

Yunwu Mountain is one of them.

Professional organizations have calculated that the spiritual energy content on Yunwu Mountain is one-fifth higher than the normal value in the outside world.

At the very top of Cloud Mist Mountain, the concentration of spiritual energy is a quarter higher than the normal level outside.

For cultivators, four days of cultivation here is equivalent to five days of cultivation outside. Although it may seem like there is not much difference, over time, the difference becomes a matter of years.

Being a year ahead can very well be the difference between being good and being a genius.

Even those without martial arts talent can improve their health and prolong their lives by living here for many years.

Villa No. 16 is located halfway up the mountain.

"Go ahead."

Inside the brightly lit room, wisps of smoke curled upwards, and the air was filled with the scent of sandalwood. A large rosewood and marble table was piled high with various calligraphic works by famous figures, ten precious inkstones, and different kinds of brush holders, giving the room an antique feel.

A burly figure stood quietly by the window, gazing at the brightly lit night view in the distance.

When footsteps sounded, the figure turned around, revealing an old man.

The elderly man was dressed in a beige Tang suit and looked to be in his fifties. He was extremely tall, estimated to be 1.9 meters, and had a very strong physique. His thick, black hair and smooth skin showed no signs of aging.

Before the old man stood a middle-aged man in a gray suit, his posture as straight as a spear. He flipped through the notebook in his hands and answered:
"This survey involved 47 people. Three met the assessment criteria, two were rated B, and one was rated A."

"Oh, there are still A's this year?"

The old man raised an eyebrow, clearly showing some interest.

"Whose family is it?"

"It belongs to the second young master, his name is Yang Jingming."

After the man finished speaking, he continued his introduction:

"Yang Jingming, male, 18 years old, senior high school student, physical training level 8, academic score: 168, physical fitness score: 295, combat score: 135, total score: 598, excellent performance, meeting the standard of the nine elite joint schools."

"The first time I participated in Awakening Day, I refined an eighth-tier Howling Moon Wolf."

"Personality assessment: Has a clear plan for goals and strong adaptability."

"Personality flaws: impulsiveness, excessive extremism."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the room fell silent again. After a while, the old man spoke:

"His talent is quite good. There are still three months left. If we bring him back and train him, he should be able to get into the Hero Academy. Since he still uses the surname Yang, he probably also plans to return to his family. We should bring him back to the family for training as soon as possible."

The old man spoke calmly; he cared about talent, and he didn't care about the character flaws the middle-aged man mentioned.

The stronger a martial artist is, the more vigorous their blood and energy are, and the more courageous and ruthless they become.

Having spent years hunting monsters and teetering on the edge of life and death, few have a good temper. Everyone has personality flaws, just in different ways. As long as it's not a personality disorder, it's fine.

Being rated A is the standard for entering the three major hero academies.

As for Grade B, that's the standard for entering the nine elite joint schools.

For many families, their child's admission to one of the nine elite joint schools marks the beginning of a bright future.

For most families, he would be a promising talent worth nurturing, but for a prestigious family like the Yang family, he was merely considered to have decent talent.

Two B-level individuals, while talented, were not worthy of his attention. The middle-aged man clearly understood this, so he didn't say anything more.

"Oh right, I remember Thirteen also had an illegitimate child, right? He's about eighteen now, isn't he?"

After a while, just as the man was about to leave the room, the old man suddenly asked.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped and lightly flipped through the notebook in his hand:
"Lin Feng, male, eighteen years old this year, physical cultivation level seven, academic score: 189, physical fitness score: 212, combat score: 150, total score: 551, his score is above average, but he does not meet the admission requirements of the nine elite joint schools."

"First time participating in Awakening Day, failed to awaken."

"Personality assessment: Precocious and steady, with excellent perseverance."

"Personality flaws: Slightly withdrawn and unsociable."

"Overall assessment grade C!"

After saying that, the man stood still and waited quietly.

"Grade C, what a pity."

The old man shook his head, his tone slightly regretful, and asked, "Lin Feng! Does he take his mother's surname?"

"To reach the seventh level of body cultivation without the aid of resources is quite impressive, but without inheriting Thirteen's soul cultivation talent, he cannot refine demon spirits and is not worth cultivating."

After speaking, the old man waved his hand:
"Go out and bring those three kids back. As for the others below B-level, they're not worth training. The person in charge of the evaluation can call them back."

"Yes!"

The man nodded; he knew what being called back meant.

Large families like the Yang family often have many illegitimate children who are not accepted by the family due to the promiscuity of their members or other reasons, and who end up living outside the family.

When these children reach the age of eighteen, the family will send special personnel to conduct an assessment, and only those who achieve a grade of B or above can return to the family.

Those with poor aptitude will be completely abandoned by the family from today onwards and will no longer be given any attention.

He showed no emotional reaction to this; he reports on such matters every year and is used to it.

……

The night was pitch black, as if an endless expanse of thick ink had been painted across the sky, without even the faintest glimmer of starlight.

At two o'clock in the morning, the temperature suddenly turned cold. In his sleep, Lin Feng frowned and looked somewhat uneasy.

In a daze, a cold current suddenly surged from my chest, growing colder and colder, as if there were ice blocks there, about to freeze me solid.

At that moment, it felt as if water was blocking my ears, and the sound of my heartbeat echoed in them.

"here we go again!"

With a shiver, Lin Feng immediately woke up from his sleep, his eyes clear and no longer sleepy.

He first lit a candle. The candlelight was very dim and would not attract the attention of the monster. Lin Feng checked that the door was locked before he felt relieved.

Lin Feng took off his shirt. His muscular physique didn't look particularly strong, but his movements were as fluid as a cheetah's. Every muscle in his body gave the feeling of the hardest stone. Wearing only a pair of boxer shorts, he stood almost naked on the ground, looking down at his chest.

On Lin Feng's abdomen, a shadow the size of a fist quietly appeared, growing clearer and clearer, like a dark shadow struggling incessantly.

"Damn nightmares, they keep coming back to me all night."

In the quiet night, Lin Feng cursed with a gloomy expression.

Today, on Awakening Day, Lin Feng used the Sealing Evil Seal, which caused severe blood loss. After talking with his mother, Lin Feng did not cultivate as usual. After washing up, he went back to his room to sleep.

Because the body recovers faster while you are asleep.

But to his surprise, almost every hour, a violent and cold emotion would suddenly appear in his mind, making it difficult for him to sleep and eventually waking him up.

Insomnia caused him to be in a bad mood, irritable and easily angered.

"We must refine it quickly!"

Looking at the struggling figure in his abdomen, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a chill.

Although he is not strong enough to see inside the body with his current strength, he can sense that the sealing seal has begun to loosen.

The crimson cage, constructed from blood and spiritual energy, is gradually crumbling and will likely not last much longer.

"It must be refined within two months, or the consequences will be severe." Lin Feng said solemnly.

I originally thought that even if I couldn't refine this nightmare, at most I would lose some of my essence and blood, which I could make up for with some time and effort, and it wouldn't endanger my life.

But now he realizes he was wrong.

That's completely wrong!
At this moment, in his dantian, the dark and deep shadow was stained with strange blood lines, which wandered around the shadow's body.

At this moment, the nightmare had already been partially assimilated by his blood.

At this point, he could no longer easily divide it.

This means that if one cannot refine it or expel it from the body, there is a risk of being refined by the nightmare.

(End of this chapter)