Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 284 : Manida Land

Manida Land, the nearest city to Klown City—or now called Belthias City—is a prosperous place, attracting thousands of people daily.

Merchants travel from different parts of the Orion Region under the Empire of the West.

Unlike Belthias, which is bustling with all kinds of businesses, Manida focuses on one: cultivation resources. This specialization brings more cultivators to its gates than any other city in Orion.

Surrounding the city are five mountains that shield it from the sandy expanse beyond. Atop these mountains stand the five cultivation schools of the region. Their architecture reflects their unique philosophies: some favor simplicity, while others opt for grandeur, showcasing their capabilities.

The city hums with its usual activity. For the people, it's just another day—no monster attacks, no conflicts, no fights.

At the very heart of Manida lies a grand mansion, enclosed by pointed metal fences. The garden surrounding the building adds an air of tranquility and peace.

Butterflies flutter across the marble path leading to the entrance.

However, as serene as the exterior appears, one of the rooms inside the mansion is shrouded in a heavy atmosphere.

Sunlight streams through opaque glass, but even its brilliance cannot dispel the oppressive aura in the room.

"Klown is dead?" one of the old men asked, his brows furrowed.

"That's what the message says," another replied.

A rectangular table occupied the center of the room, with twelve men seated around it.

"He and his followers have been killed. They called him 'Our Savior,' but Klown led them to their deaths. He was such a fool," another voice sneered mockingly.

They all wore white hanfu robes that concealed their hands. Most of them had white hair and goatees that reached their chests. Though their appearance exuded age, each man radiated strength and experience.

"We warned him, but he didn't listen," one of them said, shaking his head with a sigh. "He was so full of himself, thinking he could handle those meddlesome Orthodox Cultivators. He didn't even bother to cover his tracks."

"He was new and inexperienced... but we should have eliminated him before it came to this. Who decided to let him act unchecked?"

"Wasn't it Master Luo?"

"Are you blaming me?!"

As the conversation grew heated and voices thundered, the man seated at the head of the table remained calm, silently observing.

He allowed the argument to continue for a few moments before speaking.

"Everyone, quiet down."

Though his voice was low and quiet, it commanded immediate silence.

The old men turned their attention to him. Those who had been on their feet, fingers pointed accusingly, sat back down.

"Now that I have your attention, we need to focus on the main reason we're here," Haoran said, his gaze sweeping across the table.

He looked much like the others, with long white hair, blue eyes, and a straight nose. Yet, despite being over a hundred years old, his face bore no wrinkles.

"Klown's actions will undoubtedly attract attention. By now, an investigation team from the Great Serpent Cultivation School will be on its way to Belthias. They will discover that demons are beginning to make their moves. It's too soon, but it was within our expectations. Klown was a fool—he truly was—and including him was a mistake on our part. This is not good for our Master."

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"So what are you suggesting, Mayor Haoran?" one of the old men asked, his voice tinged with worry.

"Belthias… they already know about the existence of demons," Haoran said, his eyes glinting dangerously. "We must finish what Klown could not."

"But will the Master agree?"

Haoran smirked coldly. "Master wouldn't mind. In fact, he's the one who ordered us."

Suddenly, the heavy atmosphere became even more oppressive. Red smoke emerged from the ground, spreading across the entire floor.

The old men glanced downward, feeling the intense Red Energy. Without hesitation, they stood up and knelt on the ground.

"Welcome, Master!" Their voices echoed in unison as the red smoke converged, taking on a humanoid form. Though its figure was recognizable, its body remained shrouded in crimson mystery. The entity floated above them, exuding an aura of cold authority.

"Welcome, Master," Haoran said, lowering himself onto one knee and placing his hand on his chest. The Mayor of Manida Land City spoke with evident reverence in his tone.

...

Don opened his eyes to see his Master sitting cross-legged under the small roof. Raising his hand into a fist, Don couldn't help but smile as he recalled the technique now imprinted in his mind.

"This is amazing," Don muttered. A complete technique had been stored inside him, and he remembered every detail. Even more astonishing was how he instinctively knew how to perform it, as though he'd been cultivating the technique his entire life.

But he hadn't cultivated before!

"Should I test it out?" Don whispered, anticipation coursing through him. Taking a deep breath, his expression grew serious. Closing his eyes, he spread his senses outward.

The hustle and bustle of the streets outside the restaurant corner faded away. Don could hear his steady breathing, but even that soon disappeared. Despite his closed eyes, he could "see" his surroundings, though they appeared dim. He understood this was because he was spreading his senses, just as described in the technique within his mind.

Following the second step, he began searching for them. In no time, they appeared, one by one, as if awakened by his efforts.

Don could "see" faint particles of Qi around him. They were tiny, like fireflies. He wanted to reach out and touch them, but he knew moving his body would break his intense concentration. Instead of approaching the particles, he drew them toward himself using his senses.

It's working, Don thought with excitement. Now, all he needed to do was inhale the Qi through his nose and mouth, which he promptly did as the first batch of Qi reached him.

The Qi entered his body, guided by the steps of the Simple Breathing Technique. Don directed the energy to follow a specific circulation pattern through his body.

It started at his chest, moved to his shoulders, then traveled down to his hands and feet. The Qi flowed through every part of him, leaving no cell untouched by its purifying presence.

After completing the first circulation, Don eagerly gathered more Qi to absorb. However, as he prepared for another round, he felt a sudden wave of extreme fatigue. The vision of his surroundings shattered, and darkness consumed him.

When Don opened his eyes again, the familiar beggar spot greeted him. The sun peeked through the surrounding buildings, illuminating his corner of the restaurant.

"What happened? Why did it stop?" Don muttered incredulously, unable to hide his confusion.