Alien Science Cultivation

A silent night passed... As the first rays of morning sunlight shone upon Shadow Peak, each disciple slowly emerged from their trance. Although no noticeable changes could be seen in their bodies, their eyes seemed to reveal a deeper understanding of the laws of nature. Perhaps they themselves were unaware of it, but Elder Yao was certain that these individuals would become the foremost figures of the Qingshan Sect.

"Little guys, don't tell anyone about what happened last night, otherwise you will be expelled from the sect... Oh no... You will be killed without mercy..." Elder Yao said sternly to the disciples with a serious face.

The disciples responded mechanically, their faces filled with confusion as they recalled what happened last night. Elder Yao didn't even glance at them, and didn't bother to explain. He simply raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and in a flash, he confiscated the wine jars and roast chicken from Wang Yan and Wang Wei...

"Where did you two get this wine...? And this roast chicken..."

"In response to Elder Yao, it was given by an uncle..." Wang Yan rolled her eyes and responded softly, but Wang Wei seemed to be still unconscious at the moment, and just nodded in agreement with a confused look on his face.

"Drinking will cause delays... The competition is about to begin, so you better work hard. The wine and chicken will be confiscated first..." Elder Yao said coldly with a stern face, and then without waiting for Wang Yan and Wang Wei to respond, his figure disappeared in front of everyone.

"My wine and...chicken..." Wang Wei seemed to be sleepwalking, looking at the direction where Lao Yao disappeared with the roast chicken and the jar of wine, and shouted softly helplessly.

After a cup of tea... everyone woke up completely and left in twos and threes. Only Wang Yan and Wang Wei were left there, still standing there with confused looks on their faces.

"It's Brother Qiang's little song...huh? I only remember hearing Brother Qiang's little song...and then...and then..." Wang Wei tried to recall what happened last night, but he couldn't remember anything.

"Don't think about it...they both ran away, let's go back...don't tell anyone what happened here, otherwise...haha..." Wang Yan said coldly, and suddenly smiled charmingly, frightening Wang Wei so much that he shuddered and quickly responded: "That's my brother Qiang...! I would betray anyone but not my brother Qiang..."

Wang Wei thought his answer was perfect, but when he raised his head, he saw the vicious woman in front of him with an even more terrifying expression, which made Wang Wei shudder all over again. "That... I mean, it's not that Brother Qiang cannot be betrayed, but Bishop Wang must not be betrayed... hehe..." Wang Wei awkwardly changed his words and then smiled bitterly.

"That's more like it... From now on, just spend more time with your brother Qiang. If there's anything important, just tell me..."

"Ah..." Wang Wei was startled, and after unconsciously glancing at Wang Yan's frosty face, he responded timidly: "Oh... OK..."

After Wang Yan received a satisfactory answer, her body turned into several afterimages in mid-air and disappeared, leaving Wang Wei disheveled in the wind...

"Important things...? Auntie...please tell me clearly what is important...Ah...Pah...Pah...How could I betray Brother Qiang...?"

At this moment, Zhang Qiang was still immersed in the land of tenderness, unable to extricate himself. He just looked at the round ball covering the entire bed in front of him with a puzzled look on his face!

"This is the outdoor sleeping bag on our planet... It can block the sight of most creatures and the detection of energy fluctuations, including the spiritual consciousness of cultivators..." Chen Ying leaned on Zhang Qiang's shoulder and explained gently, her face full of happiness.

"I see... I was really worried that our embarrassing things would be seen by everyone... Then we would become real celebrities in the Qingshan Sect..."

"I don't sense that you are afraid at all, but to be honest... it is still unknown whether this sleeping bag can block the sect master's consciousness... hehe..." Chen Ying murmured with a sweet laugh.

"Master Qingshan... My true self and my clone can rival an early stage Quasi-Saint. Our abilities are truly extraordinary. No wonder Qingshan Sect is known as the number one sect in the world..." Zhang Qiang changed the subject and spoke softly.

"Right... The sect leader's methods seem to be terribly powerful, allowing Lin Ling to reach the Mahayana realm in just over two years. It's incredible... I thought Zhang Wuyou was terrifying enough, but I didn't expect there was something even more incredible..." Hearing Chen Ying's exclamation, Zhang Qiang wanted to explain Zhang Wuyou's situation, but he swallowed the words back. After all, the inheritance and methods of Senior Wangyue, who was at the quasi-saint great perfection realm, were not something that ordinary people could understand.

"Yes... We still know too little about the realm of cultivation..." Zhang Qiang echoed softly.

"Well... let's go to the Sutra Library and take a look. After all, the Qingshan Sect's Sutra Library mainly contains information on cultivation, and it has been developed for many years. The cultivation knowledge stored in it is not comparable to the current Tianji Pavilion..." Chen Ying said softly after pondering for a moment.

Zhang Qiang didn't respond immediately, but simply leaned sideways toward Chen Ying. Then... from within this high-tech sleeping bag, bursts of laughter and laughter emanated...

An hour later, Zhang Qiang, transformed into a middle-aged man, quietly arrived at Wang Wei's dormitory. He released his spiritual sense and, with a gentle sweep, took in the entire room. Wang Wei sat cross-legged on a cushion, his face etched with worry. Anyone who saw him could sense the heaviness of his heart.

Zhang Qiang was startled by this scene, a look of surprise crossing his face. Although he hadn't spent much time with Wang Wei, he remembered Wang Wei, a disciple from a cultivation family, as someone who always wore a smile on his face, as if he could handle anything with ease. Of course, the only time he showed fear was when facing Wang Yan, but that was normal. After all, every new student in the Qingshan Sect was more or less afraid of Wang Yan, with the exception of Zhang Qiang and Chen Ying.

"Knock knock...Wang Wei..." Zhang Qiang didn't care too much about Wang Wei's mood at the moment. He raised his hand and knocked on the door a few times, shouting loudly.

"Qiang... no, uncle..." Wang Wei shuddered at first, then quickly responded. A moment later, Wang Wei stood up, opened the door, and tried to force a smile on his face, inviting Zhang Qiang into the house.

As soon as Zhang Qiang entered the room, his eyes swept over the isolation barrier set up in the room, and he couldn't help but jokingly said, "Oh, it seems that we really underestimated your family. This barrier is not simple... In my opinion, even the formation hall of Qingshan Sect probably can't refine a barrier of this level..."

"Brother Qiang... what's your level of cultivation?... why do you seem to be able to spot this restriction at a glance?" Wang Wei asked, filled with curiosity. Zhang Qiang naturally didn't want to tell Wang Wei the truth. Besides, even if he wanted to, he couldn't explain his current strange state of cultivation.

But Wang Wei seemed to be getting more aggressive, and then he said, "My grandfather once said... this restriction can only be perceived by the divine consciousness of a Divine King Realm or above. This restriction is on the same level as my family's treasure, the Red Blood Formation! It's just that this restriction is a bit useless, so Grandpa gave it to me, the only disciple in the clan who joined the sect... And Brother Qiang, could it be that...?"

Zhang Qiang was speechless as he listened to Wang Wei's unfounded speculation. He was about to interrupt him, but then he felt something was amiss. So he replied softly, "Just tell me what you want to say... As long as it's within my capabilities and I can help, I won't refuse..."

As Zhang Qiang finished speaking, Wang Wei suddenly knelt in front of Zhang Qiang and said with a pleading look on his face: "Brother Qiang... please save my family..." Although Zhang Qiang had a vague feeling in his heart before, he did not expect that the situation would be much more serious than he expected.

"Stand up and tell me... Tell me in detail what happened..." Although Zhang Qiang's words were brief, there was a sense of sincerity between the lines.

Wang Wei hesitated for a moment, then slowly stood up and slowly explained the reason.

It turns out that, in addition to those renowned holy places and major sects, the Eastern Region is also divided into twenty-four states. Each state is home to several aristocratic families, and as they vie for various interests, conflicts inevitably arise between these families. Disagreements often lead to violent brawls, and killings are commonplace.

The aristocratic family of cultivators Wang Wei belonged to also suffered a similar fate. Their home state was Qianchuan, and among the surrounding states, their family was considered the largest and most powerful. Despite this, they still allowed their talented disciples to join the major sects and schools. This was partly to secure their protection, and partly to avoid the risk of annihilation for the entire family. From this, one can imagine how frequent and terrifying the conflicts between these families were...

This time, because Wang Wei's grandfather tragically died in the horrific battle between the Yin and Yang realms, the family suddenly lost its most powerful force. Seizing this opportunity, other noble families united with masters from neighboring states and converged aggressively, poised to annihilate the Wang family in one fell swoop. Most infuriatingly, these noble families were cunning. During the Yin and Yang war, they didn't send a single soldier, preserving their own strength. Wang Wei's grandfather, the strongest warrior in the state, led his clan into the Yin and Yang war out of a sense of duty and responsibility, but was ultimately slain by a ghost clan leader.

To prevent the spread of news of Grandpa's death, the family hadn't informed the remaining disciples since his passing. However, the truth eventually spread, and the news of Grandpa's death eventually reached other clans. It wasn't until today that Wang Wei's father sent word to the remaining disciples, hoping that their family would receive protection from the various sects they belonged to. Of course, the rewards would be substantial...