Primordial Cultivator

After a few more minutes, Shan Zhilan and Jing Feng brought the group to the entrance of the Ivory Hotel.

Throughout the journey, Yang Wei felt like he was threading on hell as he prayed every moment possible.

'Please make the workers change or that they forgot about me,' Yang Wei prayed silently as they entered the Ivory Hotel.

"Hello, welcome to the Ivory Hotel," One of the workers there greeted them.

"Hello, we are here to receive our rooms," Shan Zhilan replied.

"Of course, do you have your reservation number and identification?"

"Here's our reservation number and identification," Shan Zhilan said as she retrieved some documents for the worker.

The worker gladly took the document as she nodded her head.

"This will take a few minutes since we are currently swamped with many guests." The worker explained.

"That's fine, I know it's hard considering the current inflow of people in the Ling City."

Sometime later, the worker proceeded to walk behind the counter as she scanned the document to validate its authenticity.

"Anyway, the worker is probably going to take a while considering the number of people here." Shan Zhilan said as she faced the group.

She then pointed toward an area with seating available as she suggested, "Let's take a rest there since we're probably exhausted from the journey."

The suggestion was met with happiness as the disciples all cheered loudly as they walked toward the seating area to relax.

Although none of them had mentioned it, the journey to the Ling City was pretty difficult.

After all, the flying treasure that the Swift Feather Wind Sect has isn't really comfortable.

As everyone began to relax, Jing Feng noticed Yang Wei was purposely sitting in a pretty discreet area.

"Why are you sitting here?" Jing Feng asked as she walked toward him.

"N-Nothing, I just felt like this area would be better than the other seat." Yang Wei laughed awkwardly.

"Are you sure? You have been acting really weird."

"I-Is that so? Nah, I'm sure you're overthinking things, Jing Feng."

"Whatever you say then…" Jing Feng mumbled as she took a seat next to him.

Sometime later, the worker came back as she handed the document back to Shan Zhilan.

"Hello, we have confirmed your reservation and your identities." The worker said as she showed multiple room keys.

"These are the room keys to the room you have reserved. Also, please make sure not to lose it because it will cost a lot to get a new one." The worker warned.

Shan Zhilan nodded her head.

"Thank you for your help," Shan Zhilan said as she took the room keys from the worker.

Right when they were about to head up and go toward their room, the worker suddenly noticed Yang Wei.

Her face was ambiguous as she waved her hand.

"It's you," The worker said as she pointed at Yang Wei.

"I didn't expect you would come back so soon and even managed to have another woman besides you." She then said as she looked at Jing Feng up and down.

Meanwhile, Yang Wei's face had turned ashen white as he cursed the worker silently.

'Did you really have to expose me in front of everyone?' Yang Wei cried inwardly as he tried to play it down.

"Haha, you must have mistaken me for someone else. This is my first time here in the Ivory Hotel," Yang Wei said.

"Did I really mistake you for someone?" The worker began to doubt herself as she glanced at Yang Wei one last time.

Yang Wei nodded his head as he quickly urged the group to begin walking to their reservation room.

"Mhmm, you might have mistaken me and we are exhausted from our journey, so please excuse us as we want to rest in our room." Yang Wei said.

With Yang Wei's urging, the group didn't linger on the topic much longer as they wanted to get the best room for themselves.

The rooms were divided by gender so all the women decided to live in one room while the men would split the rest by themselves.

Yang Wei didn't care much about getting the best bed as he calmly walked toward one and laid down.

The other disciples didn't stop him either way as they knew about his strength.

Not to mention, Yang Wei had a good relationship with the elders in the sect, so messing with him doesn't do them well.

Thus, they allowed Yang Wei to do whatever he wanted.

Time slowly passed by, and everyone soon fell asleep from their long journey.

However, Yang Wei was still awake as he glanced at his surroundings.

Noticing that the others were fast asleep, Yang Wei entered the Pagoda.

"Senior Fan Ping, I have arrived." Yang Wei said as soon as he stepped inside the training ground.

Fan Ping appeared out of thin air as he nodded his head.

"Good, then are you ready for an arduous training session?" Fan Ping asked.

Yang Wei nodded his head.

"I'm ready," he said with his fist clenched tightly.

"Alright, then here's the first wave," Fan Ping said as he snapped his finger.

A loud rumbling sound occurred and Yang Wei could feel the platform shake for a few moments.

The shaking continued for another few seconds before three mysterious shadows appeared.

"These shadows all have their cultivation at the 1st stage of the Core Formation." Fan Ping announced.

"1-1st stage of the Core Formation?" Yang Wei raised an eyebrow as he became dumbfounded.

He was only at the Peak 7th Stage of Foundation Core yet Fan Ping was telling him to fight three Core Formation ranks.

"Hmph, didn't I say this training is going to be arduous?" Fan Ping scoffed coldly as he flicked his hand.

"Or did you mean to ask me to increase the difficulty more? I can easily send in a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator for you to fight instead." He added.

Yang Wei quickly shook his head as he retrieved his spear, Lightbane.

"Nah, I'm good with these enemies, Senior Fan Ping. I think these three Core Foundation Realms are the perfect training for me to fight against," Yang Wei said with a smile.

Who was he kidding?

He may have killed a Nascent Soul Realm cultivator before but that was because he was hiding in secret and that they were also exhausted.

He was sure that Fan Ping wasn't going to send out an exhausted or nearly depleted spiritual qi Nascent Soul cultivator for him to fight.

Thus, Yang Wei would rather choose the latter and fight against the three Core Foundations Realm.

"Since you have said it yourself, then begin." Fan Ping said as he gave free reins for the shadows.

The shadows quickly identified Yang Wei as an enemy to eliminate.

Without hesitation, the shadows all activated their movement technique as they decided to attack Yang Wei from all sides.

'Damn it, as expected of these dirty shadows,' Yang Wei clicked his tongue as he expected them to do that.

"Take this," Yang Wei shouted as he activated his movement technique and launched toward one of the shadows.

Since there was no way he could fight all three at once, he could only target one of them at a time while dodging.

Explosions occurred everywhere as Yang Wei struggled to deal any significant damage to the shadows.

Not only were the shadows extremely durable, but they were also extremely agile, making it even more difficult for Yang Wei to land a proper hit.

Time slowly passed by, and sweats could be seen dripping down on Yang Wei's forehead.

"Haa Haa, just what is their weakness?" Yang Wei panted heavily as he clenched tightly on his Lightbane.

Meanwhile, Fan Ping sighed softly in the sky as he shook his head.

'Am I rushing things too much?' He wondered silently.

"Sigh, it seems like this training is going to take longer than I expected…" Fan Ping mumbled as he could sense the shadows had begun to power up even more.

The difficulty of this training was not fighting them, but killing them extremely fast.

Since Yang Wei had failed to kill a single shadow, the shadows had now begun to increase their cultivation base and strength.

A dreadful aura could now be seen emitting from the shadows and Yang Wei could only smile bitterly at this development.

"It seems like this is the best I can do now huh…" Yang Wei mumbled as he fought to his limit.

There was no way he would give up without mustering all of his strength and techniques.

A few hours had gone by and Yang Wei was finally defeated at the hands of the three shadows.

Yang Wei plopped to the ground while his back was soaking wet with his own sweats.

"Damn it," Yang Wei bit his lips as he slammed the ground.

He had been utterly defeated and humiliated by the three shadows without being able to do anything.

"Have you decided to give up?" Fan Ping asked as he made the three shadows retreat backward.

Yang Wei clenched his fist as he stood up.

"Never, we go again!"