The Kunlun Mountains are located between two major mountain ranges. They lack the dangers of the Buzhou Mountains and the chill of the Mangyin Mountains, and are known among cultivators as the birthplace of all immortal sects under heaven.

To the east of the Kunlun Mountains lies an immortal island hidden within a vast ocean, details of which will be available in version 3.0. To the west is the farthest western land, a gathering place for demonic cultivators, universally recognized as the origin of demonic cultivation. To call this place chaotic would be a compliment to its customs and law and order.

The Demon-Slaying Scripture from the origin of demonic cultivation—just thinking about it is exciting.

A side note: Ningzhou, where Wu Zhou is located, is slightly closer to the Buzhou Mountains, so there are more monsters there. Life and property are officially protected, and anyone with household registration can not only join a sect to cultivate but also serve as an official in the court.

The ‘Zhou’ in Wu Zhou also borrows from the fortune of the Buzhou Mountains, hoping the nation will stand as eternally unshakable as the mountains themselves.

As for Jiuzhu Mountain, it is not an extension of the Buzhou Mountains. At best, it’s like the Buzhou Mountains shivered, leaving a wrinkle on the land thousands of miles away.

This relative—Jiuzhu Mountain can’t claim it.

Not worthy!

Five minutes later.

Technique: Demon-Slaying Scripture Lv1 (1/5000)

“Too slow. At this rate, it’ll take at least half a month without eating or sleeping to raise Demon-Slaying Scripture to the second level.” Brian Clark frowned in silence. When he discovered he had an NPC panel, he had a few questions.

Can he do quests? Can he gain experience?

If not, when players arrive, their levels will surpass his with ease. If he can, then what is he—a player with an NPC panel?

And finally, if he dies, will he respawn?

This is really important.

“Maybe I should give it a try?”

Try and you die—Brian Clark decisively gave up on the reckless idea, got up, patted the dust off, and walked toward the backyard.

In the woods, a flash of red darted by. Brian Clark stopped, knowing it was the little fox demon attracted by the Qi-Activating Pill, and called out in the direction it was hiding: “The sect is under renovation, it’ll take about two or three months. Don’t come over during this time—there are nothing but energetic bad men around. If they catch you, your fate will be worse than death.”

“……”

There was no movement in the grass; the little fox demon seemed to have run far away.

“Remember that!”

Brian Clark called out again: “If you’re still thinking about the Qi-Activating Pill, come find me after the sect’s renovations are done. I’ll leave you a back door. Don’t worry, I’m not like those bad men.”

Just a different kind of bad!

……

“What, you say you have a cultivation technique now?!”

That night, James White returned from Dasheng Pass and found Brian Clark. Upon learning that he had officially set foot on the path of cultivation, her face turned frosty with anger.

“Was it David Foster? Did he sell you the technique?”

James White’s eyes glinted coldly, with a murderous light.

Cultivation techniques among immortals aren’t irreplaceable. After all, some are better than others, and there are differences in realms. It’s not unusual to switch to a better one as you progress.

It’s a bit surreal, a little haphazard, but that’s just how cultivation is.

All techniques in the world were created by the founders of sects. Every step forward requires exploration. When these geniuses die young, their techniques are left without follow-up. Later generations either supplement them or choose anew.

The reason James White was angry was because Brian Clark was just starting out and needed a good technique as a foundation, which would directly affect how far he could go in the future.

Would he always shine as a genius, or end up buried in mediocrity?

As for the techniques David Foster put up for sale…

It’s not that James White looks down on David Foster—she simply never considered him at all. Out of the hundred or so people in the entire Emei Sect, not a single one is worth mentioning. If Brian Clark cultivates the technique provided by David Foster, at least half his potential will be wasted.

So angry—she wanted to kill Ding…

No, killing would get her invited for tea by the Huangji Sect.

Still angry—maybe she could break David Foster’s arm to vent.

“Senior sister, calm down, it has nothing to do with Master Foster.”

Brian Clark hurriedly spoke up, saving David Foster’s wives and concubines in the nick of time, and said to James White: “After you left, I pondered the twelve Daoist canons again, sorted them out in my mind, and was amazed by the profoundness of the Daoist scriptures. Then I had an epiphany.”

“An epiphany about what?” James White swallowed nervously.

“I realized a few cultivation techniques most suitable for me.”

Brian Clark scratched his head, a little embarrassed, but he couldn’t help it—it was all his talent’s fault.

Chapter 8 Dasheng Pass

“You realized a technique… several, even?!”

James White’s mouth went dry, and she emphasized: “Junior Brother Clark… don’t joke with me, I’ll get angry!”

“How could I? I’d never lie to you, senior sister!”

Brian Clark looked aggrieved, and recited the Seated Breathing Method in front of James White: “The Dao is wordless, born from the void, containing the wondrous One within…”

As his words fell, James White stood frozen, her usual aloofness gone, her delicate face full of shock.

“Senior sister, I also have another technique, {养气…”

“No need.”

Before {陆北} could continue, James White raised her hand to interrupt. After calming herself down completely, she reached out and took Brian Clark’s wrist.

After a careful examination, James White fell silent again.