Primordial Cultivator

"Stop crying already." Yang Wei hissed.

Zhu Wenqian had teary eyes as she pouted like a sad child.

"Why can't I cry? You stole all of the Dragon Soul Grass from me." She complained.

Yang Wei shrugged his shoulders.

"You reap what you sow."

"B-But what exactly did I reap? All I know is that old fogey probably did something to you and made you chase after him."

Yang Wei remained silent for a few moments.

Although he understood Fan Ping's motive in lying to him about not knowing how to leave this area. He still felt a bit cheated in this whole ordeal.

Yang Wei had trusted Fan Ping yet in turn, Fan Ping used his trust and lied to him.

"You don't have to worry about that. This is my business with him." Yang Wei said.

Zhu Wenqian wrinkled her brows, clearly disappointed and resentful at him.

"Fine, don't tell me anything." Zhu Wenqian crossed her arms before moving closer to Yang Wei.

"However, give me that one chewed Dragon Soul Grass at least." She pleaded.

Yang Wei pondered for a while.

Time slowly passed by and Yang Wei was still thinking, leaving Zhu Wenqian on the edge of a cliff.

"Please, I beg you, Yang Wei." Zhu Wenqian pleaded as she grabbed his arms and showed a cute expression.

"Didn't you say you want me to recover faster? That Dragon Soul Grass is extremely nutritious and can heal my body." She added.

After a few seconds went by, Yang Wei finally nodded his head.

"Fine, but this is the only exception. Next time, if you dare to cahoot with others to go against me, then watch how I'll deal with you." Yang Wei warned as he retrieved the chewed Dragon Soul Grass.

He then handed it over to the much delighted Zhu Wenqian.

"R-Rest assured, Yang Wei. I will never collaborate with that old fogey again." Zhu Wenqian said as she began munching on the Dragon Soul Grass.

Yang Wei nodded his head.

"I'll take your words for it," he said and left Zhu Wenqian shortly after.

Sometime later, Yang Wei glanced at a seemingly nothingness air with a solemn expression.

"You can reveal yourself already, Senior Fan Ping." Yang Wei said as he crossed his arms.

"There's no point in hiding any longer. Although I can't see you, I can sense your presence and aura around me." He added.

Sometime later, a gush of wind brushed past Yang Wei and a figure could be seen.

"Keke, not mad anymore?" Fan Ping laughed cheekily as he floated mid-air.

At the same time, he made sure to keep a distance from Yang Wei. Just in case that Yang Wei would suddenly launch an attack on him.

'Sigh, if it weren't because you're the successor and that I can't accidentally harm you… I wouldn't have to be so afraid.' Fan Ping cursed silently as he glanced at Yang Wei.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei held a solemn expression.

"Tell me the truth, Senior Fan Ping." Yang Wei said as he crossed his arms.

"Did you know the method to leave this place from the beginning?" He asked.

Now that the cat's out of the bag, Fan Ping found it pointless to try and lie any longer.

Fan Ping nodded his head.

"Indeed, I already knew how to leave and enter this area from the get-go." He replied.

Yang Wei wrinkled his brows, seemingly in conflict on what to do.

"Why? Why did you hide it from me?"

"Cause I find this to be a good opportunity for you to train."

"Good opportunity?"

Yang Wei raised an eyebrow.

How was it any good at being trapped in an unknown location and being chased by multiple Killer Bees?

Fan Ping sighed softly when he saw the expression of Yang Wei.

With a bit of a disappointed gaze, Fan Ping hovered toward Yang Wei.

"Did having sex with two gorgeous women blind your goal and determination?" Fan Ping asked.

And he continued, "The reason why you got here in the first place is that you wanted to become stronger. This area here is the perfect training ground for you."

"T-That's…"

As Yang Wei tried to respond to Fan Ping's words, he became stumped since he realized he had nothing to back up his claims.

Yang Wei lowered his head in shame as he wondered why he was being eager to leave a great place that could allow him to become stronger.

"Y-You're right, Senior Fan Ping." Yang Wei said after calming down. "I've been trying to become stronger ever since I started the path of a cultivator."

Fan Ping nodded his head.

"To become strong, one must always sacrifice something to achieve it. Strength is never a freebie where you can just obtain it simply because you said so. It's through hard work and dedication to achieve." Fan Ping explained.

After a few more discussions, Fan Ping bid farewell to allow Yang Wei to recollect his thought process.

Yang Wei was left alone in a vast field as he questioned his motive.

Sometime later, a shadow could be seen approaching Yang Wei sneakily.

The shadow made a chopping motion toward Yang Wei's neck.

However, before it could land, Yang Wei's figure vanished and appeared behind the shadow.

"What are you doing, Zhu Wenqian?" Yang Wei asked as he smacked her head lightly.

Zhu Wenqian grumbled in anger when she failed to sneak attack him.

"How did you manage to get behind me?" Zhu Wenqian asked, seemingly in confusion on why she couldn't react in time to dodge his attack.

Yang Wei shrugged his shoulders.

"No comment," he replied.

Zhu Wenqian clicked her tongue in an unamused expression.

"Hmph, and here I was going to offer you some Saint Blood to learn my clan's ultimate secret technique." She scoffed coldly as she turned around and started leaving.

Yang Wei took a few minutes to ponder her words.

"S-Saint Blood… secret technique?" Yang Wei mumbled before realizing what Zhu Wenqian had meant.

"W-Wait up, Zhu Wenqian." He shouted loudly and started chasing after her.