Shang Jing.
At night, Mount Yunwu seemed particularly quiet.
As the name implied, Mount Yunwu was famous for its clouds and mist. Every time the sun rose, the entire mountain would be surrounded by clouds and mist, making it look like a dream or a fairyland.
Speaking of Mount Yunwu, not only Shang Jing, but also the whole country was familiar with it.
Its fame was not due to the unique scenery of the clouds and mist. Such scenery was actually very common and could be found in many mountains. What was famous for was the exquisite villas built along the mountain.
The villas were all three stories high. Apart from being a little more exquisite, there was nothing special about them. However, they could only be described with one word: expensive!
There were more than 300 villas on Mount Yunwu. The higher one went, the more expensive they were.
Even the cheapest villa near the foot of the mountain cost 5 billion New Dollars. Without a certain status, one might not be able to buy it even if they had the money.
A villa cost at least 5 billion. Anyone who heard this would think that they were crazy.
5 billion. Even in a place like Shang Jing with many crouching tigers and hidden dragons, there were not many people who could take out that much money at once.
Of course, no one was a fool. There was naturally a reason why it was expensive.
Although Mount Yunwu looked like an ordinary mountain peak, it was a legendary cultivation paradise.
Since the appearance of the other world, there had been various cultivation paradises. All of them had one thing in common: they were rich in Spirit Qi.
However, most of these paradises were rarely visited by humans or infested with monsters. They could not be used by humans.
It was extremely rare for them to appear in a base city.
Mount Yunwu was one of them.
A professional organization had calculated that the Spirit Qi on Mount Yunwu was 20% higher than the normal value of the outside world. At the top of Mount Yunwu, the Spirit Qi concentration was 25% higher than the normal value of the outside world.
For cultivators, cultivating here for four days was equivalent to cultivating for five days in the outside world. Although it did not seem like much of a difference, after a long time, the difference would be measured in years.
A year's lead could be the difference between an outstanding person and a genius.
Even people without martial talent could live here for a long time to strengthen their body and prolong their life.
At this moment, in villa 46 halfway up the mountain.
"Speak."
Inside the brightly lit room, green smoke was curling up in spirals, and the smell of sandalwood filled the room. On the large rosewood marble table, there were all kinds of famous people's calligraphy, ten sides of treasure inkstones, and various kinds of brush holders. The room gave people a sense of antiquity. A sturdy figure stood quietly by the window, looking at the brightly lit night scene in the distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, the figure turned around. It was an old man.
The old man was wearing a beige Tang suit and looked to be in his fifties. He was very tall, roughly 1.9 meters tall. His physique was very strong, and his thick black hair and delicate skin showed no signs of aging.
In front of the old man, a middle-aged man in a gray suit stood respectfully as straight as a spear. He flipped through the notebook in his hand and replied, "This time, there were 47 people in the survey. Three of them met the assessment criteria. Two of them were evaluated as B, and one was evaluated as A."
"Oh, there's even an A this year?" The old man raised his eyebrows, obviously interested.
"Which family are they from?"
"It's Second Young Master's. His name is Yang Jingming."
After the man finished speaking, he continued with his introduction. "Yang Jingming, male, 16 years old, third year of high school, eighth stage of body cultivation. Cultural class score: 168. Physique score: 295. Combat score: 135. Total score: 598 points. Excellent results, meeting the standards of the Nine Elite Universities."
"The first time I participated in the Day of Awakening, I refined an eighth-grade Howling Moon Wolf."
[Personality evaluation: Firm and persistent, has a clear plan for his goals.]
[Personality flaw: Too extreme, ruthless personality.]
After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the room fell into silence. After a while, the old man said, "His talent is not bad.
There are still three months left. If we bring him back and nurture him, he should be able to enter the Hero Academy.
Since he still has the surname Yang, he probably has plans to return to his family. We should bring him back to the family and nurture him as soon as possible. "
The old man's tone was calm. What he cared about was talent. He didn't care about the personality flaw mentioned by the middle-aged man.
The stronger the martial artist, the more vigorous their Qi and blood were. At the same time, they were braver and more ruthless.
They hunted demon beasts all year round and lingered on the edge of life and death. Not many people had a good temper. Everyone had personality flaws, but they were different. It didn't matter as long as they didn't have a perverted personality.
Being evaluated as an A class was the standard to enter the three Hero Academy.
As for the B class, that was the standard to enter the Nine Elite Universities.
For many families, if their children could enter the Nine Elite Universities, it was the beginning of a meteoric rise. For most families, they were seedlings worth nurturing. However, for the Yang family, which was a clan of Glory City, they were only considered to have good talent.
Although the two B class had good talent, they weren't qualified for him to ask. The middle-aged man obviously knew this, so he didn't say much.
"Okay, I got it."
The middle-aged man replied.
"By the way, I remember that Thirteen also has an illegitimate child, right?
How old is he this year? "
After a while, just as the man was about to walk out of the room, the old man suddenly asked.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped and flipped through the notebook in his hand. "Lin Feng, male, 16 years old this year, seventh stage of physical cultivation. Culture score: 189 points, physique score: 212 points, combat score: 150 points, total score: 551 points, above average score, did not meet the admission requirements of the Nine Elite Universities."
"First time participating in the Day of Awakening. Failed to awaken."
"Personality evaluation: Firm personality, precocious and steady."
"Personality flaw: Slightly eccentric, unsociable."
"Comprehensive evaluation: C class!
After saying that, the man stood in place and waited quietly.
"C class, what a pity."
The white-haired old man shook his head and said with a slightly regretful tone, "Lin Feng!
Is it related to motherhood? "
"To be able to reach seventh stage of physical cultivation without the help of resources, his strength can be considered not bad. However, he didn't inherit the soul cultivation talent of Old Seven and is unable to refine a demon spirit. There's no value in nurturing him."
After saying that, the old man waved his hand. "Go out and bring back those three brats. As for the others below B class, there's no value in nurturing them. The person in charge of the evaluation can be called back."
"Yes!"
The man nodded his head. He knew why he was called back.
For a large family like the Yang Clan, due to the dissolute nature of the family's children or other reasons, they weren't accepted by the family. There were many illegitimate children wandering outside. When these children grew to 16 years old, the family would send out specialized personnel to evaluate them. Only those who reached B class and above could return to the family.
Those with poor aptitudes would be completely abandoned by the family from today onwards and would no longer be paid attention to.
Regarding this, he didn't have any emotional fluctuations. This kind of thing was reported to him every year. He had long been used to it.
… …
In the dark night, it was as if boundless ink was smeared on the horizon. There wasn't even a glimmer of light from the stars.
At 2 AM in the morning, the temperature suddenly turned cold. In his sleep, Linfeng's brows were tightly knitted. His expression was somewhat uneasy.
While he was in a daze, a cold current suddenly gushed out from his chest. It was getting colder and colder, as if there was a block of ice there that was about to freeze him.
At this moment, his ears seemed to be blocked by water. The sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.
"It's here again!"
With a shiver, Linfeng immediately woke up from his sleep. His eyes were clear and there wasn't a trace of sleepiness.
He first turned on the light and checked that the door was locked. Only then did he feel relieved.
Under the dim light, Linfeng took off his shirt. His well-built body didn't look very strong, but his body was as smooth as a cheetah. Every inch of his muscles gave people the feeling of the hardest rock. He was only wearing a pair of boxers, standing on the ground, almost naked, looking down at his chest.
In Linfeng's abdomen, a fist-sized shadow quietly appeared. It was getting clearer and clearer, like a pitch-black shadow that was constantly struggling.
"Damn nightmare, is it that thirsty?
So many times in one night. "In the quiet night, Linfeng's face was gloomy as he scolded.
Today was the day of awakening. Using the Evil Sealing Technique caused a serious loss of blood in his body. Not long after eating, after a simple conversation with his mother, Linfeng washed up. He didn't cultivate as usual. Instead, he returned to his room and fell asleep.
Because in sleep, the body's recovery speed is faster.
But what he didn't expect was that almost every hour, a violent and cold mood would suddenly appear in his mind, causing him to toss and turn and finally wake up.
Insomnia caused his mood to be very bad. He was irritable and irritable.
"I have to quickly refine it!"
Looking at the constantly struggling figure in his abdomen, Linfeng couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his heart.
Although with his current strength, he couldn't see inside, but he could feel that the Evil Sealing Technique has begun to loosen.
The blood-colored cage that was built by blood and spiritual energy was gradually disintegrating. He was afraid that it wouldn't last long.
"I have to refine it within two months. Otherwise, the consequences will be serious." Linfeng's expression was dignified.
Originally, he thought that even if he couldn't refine this nightmare, at most he would lose a part of his blood essence. With some time and energy, he could make up for it. It wouldn't endanger his life.
But now he found out that he was wrong.
He was ridiculously wrong!
At this time, in his abdomen, the pitch-black shadow was already stained with traces of strange blood lines. These blood lines wandered around the shadow's body.
At this time, the nightmare had already been partially assimilated by his blood.
At this time, he couldn't easily separate it.
This meant that if he couldn't refine it or expel it from his body, there was a possibility that the nightmare would refine it.
Things were already out of his control.