Cultivation World
In a cloudy place high in the sky,
The old manager of the cultivation world was finally back on his feet.
He sat on a chair made of cloud, looking at the orb in his hand with an annoyed expression.
He could feel the enormous amount of spiritual energy inside, but what he had access to was like a drop per day from a whole sea…
He sensed a kind of restriction on it—not because of the orb itself, but because he was bound by a mutual contract with the world on one side and the little foreign boy on the other.
It was a weird feeling, one he had never experienced before, because he had always believed he was heaven, the will of the world itself.
But after the little boy appeared out of nowhere, saved the world from invaders, and asked his permission to participate in a contest for the title of Planet Guardian—a role he still didn't fully understand—he felt his own title had changed.
He was no longer the will of the world, but just a manager, someone meant to cooperate with the little boy (or any other candidate) on the path to becoming its guardian.
It was as if he had been living in an illusion all this time, and now, as the little boy grew closer to his goal,
He, too, was stepping out of that illusion, bit by bit.
Frustrated by these new feelings, he waved his hand, and his aura enveloped the outer sect city. With another wave, the capital was also shrouded in his presence.
At the same time, the three elders from the Demoness Sect, who had been gathering information about the events in the capital to decipher the happenings in the outer sect city, suddenly felt that the matter wasn't significant enough to pursue. They dismissed it, thinking:
'Let's leave it to the sect master.'
And just like that, they returned to their own affairs as if nothing significant had occurred.
Inside the capital, the citizens—who had been discussing the great general from the demonic path and the "world cleanup"—unconsciously shifted their conversations to mundane daily matters.
Meanwhile, the members of the Sword Sect, who had been searching for their missing Sword God, thought:
'Maybe he's with the Snow Goddess?
Yes, he must be with her now—the one place we can't reach him.'
And with that, they turned back.
The old manager nodded to himself.
"Alright, these small factors that could trigger the little monster are dealt with."
He leaned back in his chair, slowly closed his eyes, and clutched the orb in his hand…
...
Outer Sect City
Inside the inn, Lady Butterfly—resting on her favorite sofa—suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the sky outside.
She felt an invisible curtain settle over the city.
After a moment of thought, she muttered to herself:
'Heaven's Will is back to work?
That's a good thing…'
The little monster's main support had returned, and that was naturally beneficial for everyone.
Around noon, Rose and Luna returned, the backpack hopping behind them.
Little Mortal, who had finished half of the books, was surprised.
"Why are you guys back so soon?"
Rose, though tired, chuckled.
"Sect Master, when it comes to becoming a cultivator, you can't underestimate your followers.
They all gathered in no time and took the 'Spirit Creatine.'"
Little Mortal felt a surge of pressure.
"But I'm not done yet!
I should be faster!"
He resumed reading at the same frantic pace as before.
Luna said,
"We'll go make lunch, then."
But before she could take a single step, she heard:
"Lunch or spirit lunch?"
Luna, exhausted by all the 'spirit' talk, sighed.
"Spirit lunch, Sect Master. Spirit lunch."
Two hours later, the spirit lunch was ready.
They all sat at the table, waiting for Little Mortal's prayer.
Seeing everyone watching him, he pulled out his notebook, flipped through a few pages, read something, and then tucked it back into his pocket.
It seemed he was searching for something new to say.
"We give our thanks for food in a world where many walk in hunger;
For faith in a world where many walk in fear;
For friends in a world where many walk alone."
The inn workers, hearing his words, felt whoever had written them knew the world intimately.
The three ladies grew curious about his notebook.
Was there a sentence for every occasion in there?
Once Lady Butterfly began eating, the others followed.
Between bites, Little Mortal asked his guardian token:
"Did everyone accept the Terms of Service so I can assist them in their training?"
[Everyone except one person.]
Little Mortal's hand froze mid-air.
A silent gasp came from the shadows of the inn.
Little Mortal asked, shocked:
"Who?
What number?"
Everyone except the Sect Master already knew.
The token answered:
[Follower Number 666.]
Little Mortal shuddered.
"666? What an ominous number!
Where is this follower?"
An arrow pointed to a spot just three meters away—in the corner of the inn.
Little Mortal stared at the shadow where Follower 666 was hiding, disbelief written on his face.
"So close?
An ambush? A rebellion?"
At that moment, exposed, a little girl leaped out of the shadows and bolted for the door.
But halfway there, she abruptly changed direction—as if fearing someone would catch her—and dove out the window instead.
As the crowd stood speechless, they heard her shouting:
"BREAKING NEWS! BREAKING NEWS!
Reporter Cherry's identity has been exposed!
One spirit stone f—guh… Mother!
Let me go! No, no, don't take me there!"
Then came a woman's voice, laced with worry:
"Be quiet and don't make trouble for me!
Let me see if I can ask the Sect Master to forgive you!"
A moment later, the inn door opened, and the familiar mother-daughter pair from the gathering day entered, looking apologetic.
"Sect Master, hello.
Sorry to bother you while you're eating."
Little Mortal slapped the table.
"Oh, I remember you!
You're the mother and daughter who said my mustache was fake!"
The little girl jumped behind her mother, hiding.
The woman panicked.
"Sect Master, your mustache is more real than my hair!
Please don't take offense at my daughter's ignorance."
Little Mortal nodded.
"Alright, I'll send her another Terms of Service message. Remember to accept it."
And sent her another one.
The mother thanked him and turned to leave—but both she and Little Mortal saw the little girl's finger hovering over the [NO] button of the new message!
The mother was on the verge of tears. Little Mortal furrowed his brow.
Then, the little girl's hand—her face smug—suddenly twitched and hit [YES] instead.
The mother sighed in relief. The little girl's smile vanished, replaced by shock. And Little Mortal's frown turned into the same smug grin she had worn moments ago.
As the mother dragged her stunned daughter away, the girl shrieked:
"It wasn't me! It wasn't me!
It doesn't count!"
The last thing she saw was Little Mortal waving at her with an evil smile.
The last thing everyone heard was:
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!
GIVE MY SOUL BAAAAACK!"
Her voice faded into the distance.
Inside the inn, Little Mortal checked the agreement status of his followers and nodded in approval.
The crowd now had a new understanding of their little boss.
Did he only show violence toward bad guys?
And with normal people, was he just a mischievous child?
After finishing the meal, Rose asked:
"Sect Master, any other plans for today?"
"Yes. We should start the first training session this evening if we can gather everyone.
No time to waste."
"Sect Master, don't worry about that.
If you want, they can gather anywhere, anytime.
Even I'm excited to become a cultivator!"
"In that case, I'll go back to studying the rest of the books.
I should be done by evening.
Tell everyone to gather at the same place as before.
Just let me know when they're ready so I can join.
And remind them to bring two servings of 'Spirit Creatine' and a shaker filled with water."
With the order given, Rose left to coordinate with the team leaders. Little Mortal returned to his studies.
...
By evening, Little Mortal, having finished all the books, rode his tricycle to the gathering point.
The decorative lights on his former warhorse were gone now; he no longer needed to show off to his own followers.
At the site, nearly ten thousand people stood waiting, exhausted from their daily farm work but with a spark of enthusiasm in their eyes.
The three ladies overseeing the crowd suddenly noticed movement.
First, the men and women were separated.
Then, the children and elderly shifted into distinct groups.
The children moved forward, the elderly to the side, and the adults arranged themselves by height behind them.
Finally, they spaced themselves out, each person claiming two square meters of personal space.
At first, everyone was puzzled.
Then, they realized—the little devil must be here!
By now, rumors of his ability to control bodies had spread across the city, thanks to a certain little news reporter.
Lady Butterfly scanned the area and spotted a distant dot approaching.
She gulped, thinking:
'Is there any limit to his range or the number of targets?
Or can he control anyone he sees, no matter how far or how many?'
Soon, the little figure arrived on his tricycle.
The followers watched him nervously.
Their initial excitement faded as they remembered just who they were following—and the kind of power he wielded.
This disciple of the Sect Master was the sworn enemy of the Black Robes and the elders…
Little Mortal dismounted, hands behind his back, and walked before the crowd.
Seeing their shakers ready, he nodded in approval.
Then he stopped, cupped his hands, gave a slight bow, and said:
"Greetings, everyone."
This time, without his control, they all mirrored his gesture and replied in unison:
"Greetings, Sect Master."
Little Mortal shot a smug look at the ladies, as if saying:
'See that? They're MY followers now!'
The three could only smile in return.
'Yes, we saw. It was… cool.'
Little Mortal pulled out his microphone.
"Alright, everyone. I'm going to use my divine technique to take you to my gym for better communication.
Be ready—3… 2… 1…"
He clumsily formed a hand seal and declared:
"DIVINE TECHNIQUE—LET'S GO TO MY GYM!"
Confusion rippled through the crowd. Gym? What's a gym?
Then, the scenery around them changed.
They now stood in a vast, unfamiliar space with a high ceiling and strange, unknown machines.
Some were amazed. Others were shocked. A few were terrified.
Lady Butterfly, dragged in with the rest, shook her head in disbelief.
'If anyone calls this the same technique as 'Harmony with All Beings,' I'll slap them.
This little monster's mastery is so advanced that he can manifest an imaginary realm in people's minds!
What kind of concept is that?!'
Little Mortal was about to speak when chaos erupted.
Some shouted "Miracle!" Others babbled nonsense. There were cries, frantic calls for loved ones, and people running toward each other as if reuniting after years apart.
Little Mortal stared at the pandemonium, stunned.
"Did I fail the divine technique?"
He examined his small hands.
"Or did I mess up the hand seals?"
He tried again, performing random seals:
"DIVINE TECHNIQUE—GYM MEMBERSHIP CANCELLATION!"
The scenery reverted to normal—but the chaos only worsened.
Little Mortal shot Rose a helpless look.
Rose, equally confused, rushed into the crowd to investigate.
Lady Butterfly already knew what had happened, but she was too stunned to speak.
'What is this if not a miracle?'
Rose soon returned, gazing at Little Mortal as if he were a god in a child's skin.
"Sect Master… what did you do?"
"I—I didn't do anything! It was them!"
He pointed accusingly at Lady Butterfly and Luna.
The two merely stared back, silent.
Rose shook her head.
"Sect Master… a miracle happened!"
At the word 'miracle,' Little Mortal ran.
The three ladies gaped.
Rose chased after him.
"Sect Master, why are you running?!"
Little Mortal shrieked:
"Didn't you say miracle?!
They're coming!
I have to hide!"
He scrambled onto the backpack, flung open the lid, and jumped inside.
Rose tried to open it—but couldn't.
"Sect Master, who's coming?!
The miracle was because of your divine technique!"
But there was no answer.
Lady Butterfly felt extremely afraid now.
Is something that makes this little monster hide coming?
Was she wrong? Was this miracle someone else's doing?
Afraid, she looked around nervously, but except for the chaotic crowd—which Expert Luna had now joined to calm down—everything else was the same.
After a while, a little head popped out of the backpack.
"They didn't come?"
Rose, seeing the little head, asked, "Who?"
"The miracle makers!"
"I thought it was you, Sect Master!"
The little head looked at her, puzzled.
"Sect Master, you didn't let me explain and just ran away!
When you used your divine technique in that place called the gym, blind people suddenly could see for the first time—and there are around 50 of them in your followers!
So they started running and shouting to find their family members, and those who knew they were blind became excited to see a miracle.
Even those who couldn't hear or talk suddenly became normal, but panicked at the sounds around them!
That's the reason for the chaos that happened.
And after you canceled your divine technique, they became blind and deaf again, so the chaos became worse..."
Little Mortal came out of his backpack and, with an "ehem" sound, tried to pretend nothing extraordinary had happened.
"I knew all along. I just remembered the cage grandmother was sick, so I went to visit her."
Rose bit her lips to control herself and not expose the lie.
Little Mortal, hands behind his back, frowning deeply, walked back to the crowd.
Luna, who was in the middle of the crowd, suddenly saw them obediently returning to their former places and understood that her boss was back in control.
She wondered, what exactly scared him?
Either way, the two noted to themselves:
'If random miracles happen, it's not a good thing.'
Not long after, everyone was brought back to the "gym" with his divine technique.
"After this training session is done, I'll let those blind people go and see their families.
But for now, please mind your manners.
If you have a question, raise your hand and ask.
If not, please be quiet—or else, I'll spank you in public in front of everyone!"
The followers felt the seriousness in his voice and became silent.
For some reason, it was tough for them to take this little guy seriously. It was like they kept forgetting he was here...
'Maybe because he's too small, we're ignoring him?'
Little Mortal cleared his throat.
"Alright, first, let me tell you about our training plan.
First, we break through the limit of 0.9, awaken your root, then we enter Power Level 1 and work our way up to 89.9—like all the other cultivators in the cultivation world."
Then he turned to his followers and said,
"Simple, right?"
But from their blank faces, it was evident no one understood what he said.
What 0.9? What Power Level 1 to 89.9?
Even Lady Butterfly didn't know what he was talking about. She had only seen him once change a number in front of her name to 99.
A certain little girl in the front row raised her hand and said,
"I didn't understand."
Little Mortal nodded and, like a patient teacher, smiled.
"Which part didn't you understand, Number 666?"
The little girl—who was being applauded in everyone's minds—said,
"All of it.
What is 0.9? What's 1? What's 89.9?
Where are the names of each cultivation realm?"
Little Mortal was shocked! He looked around and pointed at some random guy.
"You—explain to her."
The guy turned pale.
"S-Sect Master, I-I don't know either..."
Little Mortal looked around and saw everyone trying not to make eye contact with him.
While scratching his head, he turned to Rose.
Rose shook her head, too.
"I've never heard of any numbers for cultivation realms either, Sect Master."
Little Mortal took out his notebook and started searching.
After a while:
"Oh, sorry—cultivators here are still using those silly names for each threshold.
Alright, I'll explain it to you in your way and let you know the equivalent numbers. That way, it's easier to understand."
Then he started explaining:
"The power limit in this world is between 0.1 and 89.9.
And you need to break through the 'butter-neck' at certain thresholds.
0.9 is the first one. 9.9 is the second one."
Then he pointed at the little girl and said,
"Number 666, what's the next butter-neck after 9.9?"
The little girl said,
"19.9."
"Good. Now, if you understand up to here, let me know so I can tell you the equivalent name of each realm with these numbers."
The little girl raised her hand again.
"What is the butter-neck?"
Even Lady Butterfly was wondering what that was.
"At the peak of each realm, you're stuck behind a wall.
That is called the butter-neck.
Do you know why they call it a butter-neck?"
The little girl scratched her head in confusion and shook her head.
"It's because that wall is so easy to break.
Imagine someone with a neck made of butter—is it hard to break it?"
The crowd shook their heads.
But they were thinking:
'Isn't that called a bottleneck?
And isn't that supposed to be hard to break?
Why is it as easy as breaking butter and with another name?'
However, no one dared to say a word. Lady Butterfly even glared at Rose, who was trying not to laugh.
Little Mortal continued:
"At the start, you are Mortals. The level of power in this realm is between 0.1 and 0.9.
You need to have a body with enough muscle mass to handle the awakening process so you can reach the peak of this realm and break through.
We'll be done with this realm in the next four days of our training plan."
Then he looked around and said,
"Any questions?"
The crowd shook their heads.
This part was easy to understand—they already knew they were stuck in the Mortal Realm.
"The next realm is 'Muscle Refinement,' from 1 to 9.9 levels of power.
After one day of rest, you need to work out intensely, sweat profusely, and build pure muscle mass with at most 10% body fat.
I'm going to give you a fat-burning training program, and you'll be done with this realm on days 6 and 7 of our training session.
Any questions?"
They indeed had a question, but only a certain little girl dared to ask:
"Isn't the name of the first realm 'Qi Refinement'?"
Little Mortal didn't even waste time thinking.
"No, it's not."
A certain mother in the crowd felt she might lose her only daughter today.
Little Mortal continued:
"The next realm is 'Favorite Station,' from 10 to 19.9 level of power.
As the name suggests, in this realm, you need to optimize your body condition to its most favorable state.
I'll carry you through this realm personally, so it'll be done on the rest day, day 8.
Any questions?"
The people looked at each other and saw confusion in each other's eyes.
You carry us through the realm? On the day we're supposed to rest? How does that work?
Lady Butterfly was even more confused than they were.
'What is he even talking about?
It's like a completely different cultivation system...
What is Favorite Station?'
A certain little girl raised her hand again.
"Isn't the second realm 'Foundation Establishment'?"
Little Mortal looked at her, speechless.
Then he searched the crowd and found the little girl's mother.
"Do you know who teaches her these made-up names?"
The mother tried her best to give a good answer. The crowd started sweating nervously. What if she points at a random person?
But she said:
"Her late father was good at making random names.
Please don't mind her, Sect Master."
"Oh, so that's how it is. My condolences."
Then he rolled his eyes at the little aggrieved girl and continued:
"Next is 'Gold Coin,' from 20 to 29.9 level of power.
From the name alone, I'm sure you've already guessed it.
Yes, we need to find a golden coin.
I have a brilliant plan to reach the peak of this realm, too, so don't worry about it.
We should be able to do it on day 9."
Lady Butterfly took a deep breath to calm herself down.
'What is this nonsense?
What kind of cultivation system is this?
These are all made-up names!
And how did it start with four days of training, and now in higher realms, it's only one or two days?'
Rose was looking the opposite way, tears in her eyes, both hands on her mouth.
Luna was flabbergasted on the side. But she was the calmest, like an expert—because she believed her boss could do what he said, even if it were nonsense. There was no room for negotiation.
But a certain little girl couldn't take it anymore. She shouted at the top of her lungs:
"Golden Core! It's Golden Core!"
Little Mortal furrowed his brow.
"First of all, I said raise your hand before speaking.
Second of all, was your late father a 'Sect Master'?"
The little girl, seeing him turn serious, answered timidly:
"No."
"Do you see any Sect Master around here?"
The little girl, again, answered timidly:
"Yes—you."
"So, if someone asks you,
'Who knows better when it comes to knowledge about cultivation realms—your father or the Sect Master?'
Who do you choose? Hmm?"
The little girl, again, answered timidly:
"The Sect Master."
Little Mortal nodded.
"Be quiet, then."
And he continued:
"The next realm after golden coins is—"
Then he stopped, turned to Rose, and said:
"Assistant Rose, both of your parents were Sect Masters, and it seems some people doubt my knowledge here.
How about you say the name of the next realm to them?"
Rose was taken aback, but she heard herself saying:
"The next realm is 'Nonsense Soul.'"
Little Mortal nodded.
Lady Butterfly shook her head—she didn't even need to think to know why Rose said a random name...
"Indeed, 'Nonsense Soul'—that's from 30 to 39.9 level of power.
From the name, you can tell this one is completely nonsense.
Why? Because you can't have an extra soul in you, so it's nonsense soul.
How to advance in this realm? Easy!
Just believe it's nonsense, and you can go straight to the peak of this realm.
So it'll be done on the same day as 'Gold Coin'—day 9.
Any questions?"
Lady Butterfly, with tears of sadness on behalf of the senior generation of the cultivation world in her eyes, looked at the sky and muttered to herself:
'Look, fellow Daoists—someone here is saying there's a way to break through Golden Core and Nascent Soul realms in one day.'
At this point, no one knew if he was serious or messing around.
But even Lady Rose was saying the same thing as him, so...
They all knew he could control anyone's body if he wanted—but only the three ladies knew he could force them to speak, too.
The only question in their minds was:
'What are these everyday breakthroughs he's talking about?
By day 9, we're officially big shots?'
The little girl, who didn't know what the realm after Golden Core was, looked at him suspiciously.
Little Mortal didn't ask if they had questions. These were higher realms, and no one in this crowd could understand them anyway.
So he continued with the next realms:
"The next realm after that nonsense is 'Defense Formation,' from 40 to 49.9 level of power.
This realm is where you work on your defense.
You need a body with high endurance and one that is invulnerable to physical attacks. Teamwork with your teammates is crucial here.
There'll be martial arts training on this day with a professional coach.
It might take two days, so it'll be days 10 and 11."
Lady Butterfly, while crying outside, started crying inside too, and muttered to herself:
'It's called Soul Formation...'
But it wasn't over. The little boy started explaining the next realm:
"Next is 'Return to Home,' 50 to 59.9 level of power.
At this level, you need to return home.
As you can tell from its name, it's straightforward—go back to your hometown, and you can feel your power go up to 59.9. Easy.
That day, I'll take you on a tour myself. Day 12 should do for this realm."
Lady Butterfly, with double sadness:
'Return to Void... It's Return to Void... And it takes decades...'
"Next is..."
This time, he turned to Luna:
"Expert Luna, please explain this realm to them."
The followers became excited. Expert Luna was going to explain? And until now, every single realm was beneath her?
The clueless Luna, who was calm inside and outside, started explaining:
"The next realm is 'Taboo Destruction,' 60 to 69.9 level of power.
For this realm, we need to destroy a taboo.
What is a taboo to destroy, though?
It can be a monster, an unorthodox belief, or things that aren't supposed to be in the world—things whose existence can harm the world.
Fulfill this condition, and you can naturally reach the peak of this realm."
Little Mortal nodded in approval—at himself (cough)—at Expert Luna and continued:
"We can reach the end of this realm with a single cleanup.
This is where we start a war with the cultivation world. We win, the taboo will be destroyed, and that's it.
Easy. That's day 13."
The followers, who were numb from all these left-and-right breakthroughs, suddenly came back to their senses.
'Wait, what?
It was so easy until now, but we suddenly need to go to war against the whole world?'
But this time, the little girl didn't ask the questions everyone wanted to ask. She just looked at the little boy with no emotion on her face.
It was as if somewhere along the way, her brain couldn't process the information any further.
Lady Butterfly clenched her fist in frustration and thought:
'Isn't the taboo you want to clean up in your cage?
So the 'Dao Integration' realm is already in your pocket, too?'
Little Mortal asked the crowd:
"Do you want me to continue?"
All the followers nodded together, as if they were in sync.
They all felt the same at this point:
If you're going to suffocate underwater, who cares if it's near the surface or at the deepest part?
Tell us! Let us know about all the realms to the end!
We want to know how many days it takes to become one of the top experts in the world!
Little Mortal saw their excitement and nodded.
"Next realm is 'Google Translation,' 70 to 79.9 level of power.
In this realm, you need to work on your knowledge so you can learn a mother language that helps you translate all other languages.
I'll teach it to you myself, and it'll be done on day 14."
The followers didn't even want to know what Google was...
Lady Butterfly, back to crying twice as hard inside and out, muttered:
"Tribulation Transcendence... It's Tribulation Transcendence, and it has nothing to do with language."
Little Mortal excitedly explained the last realm:
"And the final realm—the realm Lady Butterfly was in not long ago—is..."
Then he looked at Lady Butterfly, as if saying, 'You say the name!'
Lady Butterfly wiped the tears from her eyes and said it before he could control her body:
"Mahayana."
She didn't want the name of this realm to be disrespected, even if it meant risking her life.
Little Mortal paused for a moment but said:
"Exactly!"
Lady Butterfly sighed in relief—at least this last one—
But Little Mortal didn't let her have a good ending.
"The final realm is 'Mama Mia,' from 80 to 89.9 level of power.
In this realm, you need to go through something called Heavenly Tribulation—it's just some lightning, so it doesn't matter to us."
Lady Butterfly felt sad, even a little angry, as if all her beliefs were being questioned.
So she asked:
"Why?
Why doesn't it matter?"
The crowd of followers could hear the sadness in the words of this big shot. Even they felt sad for her for no reason...
"Why?
Because we're going to pass it all together.
The only thing we need to do is show fear toward the Tribulation when it starts and say this all together:
'Mama Mia!'
If you can say it with enough fear and respect toward the world and Mother Nature, you'll be gifted spiritual energy, and your power will go up to 89.9 on the same day as the previous realm.
Day 14."
Then he turned to his followers, smiled, and said:
"And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the path to the peak of power in this world—and the final day of your training session under me and my team.
Any questions?"
The followers' mouths were slightly open, gazing at him in dumbfounded silence.
Questions?
Fourteen days to the top?
Lady Butterfly was muttering to herself:
'I said Mahayana... But you changed it...'
Even Rose, who was familiar with all these realms, couldn't laugh anymore...
The whole cultivation world would be embarrassed if he helped ten thousand people reach the peak of the Mahayana Realm in fourteen days...
A certain little girl finally raised her hand:
"Sect Master, what is the number of your power?"
The whole crowd suddenly became silent. The ladies beside him looked at him with interest.
That was everyone's question. He was beating up everyone around here—so how powerful was he?
But the answer disappointed them.
"That's classified information."
The little girl gritted her teeth and said:
"What about the black-robed boss from the human trafficker organization?"
This time, he answered:
"89.9."
The followers gasped in shock!
The guy he broke the leg of—the one he knocked out with a single punch—was at the peak of this world?
The little girl gathered her courage and asked another question—one everyone applauded her for:
"W-What about Fairy Butterfly?"
The little boy said:
"99.9."
The crowd's eyes widened in shock. They were astonished by Rose's grandmother!
She was already higher than the peak?
How does that even work?
Rose looked at her grandmother suspiciously.
"Sect Master, aren't cultivators with this level of power in the Immortal World?"
"Yes. If the world could open a passage for them to the Immortal World, it would kick them out the moment they reached level 90.
But it can't at the moment."
"Why?"
"Remind me later to tell you. It's a waste of time to say it now.
My followers don't care about these things—they're here for spirit root awakening!"
Then he turned to the crowd and shouted:
"Am I right, everyone?"
Everyone answered together:
"Sect Master is always right!"
And he looked at her with a smug smile, as if saying:
'I know what's in my followers' minds!'
Rose could only add this question to the others she had to ask later...
Little Mortal clapped his hands and said:
"Alright—Day 1 of our training starts now!"