Chapter 15 Cloudy Mountain

Shangjing.

Yunwu Mountain looks particularly quiet in the night.

As the name suggests, Yunwu Mountain is famous for its clouds and fog. Whenever the sun rises, the mountain is surrounded by clouds and fog, like a dream or a fairyland.

Speaking of Yunwu Mountain, it is not only Shangjing, but I am afraid that people all over the country are familiar with it.

This kind of fame is not because of the unique cloud and fog scenery. In fact, many mountains have such scenery.

Yunwu Mountain is famous for the exquisite villas built on the mountain.

The villas are uniformly three-story high. Apart from being exquisite, there is nothing special, but it can't resist one word: expensive!

There are more than 300 villas built in Yunwu Mountain, and the higher you go, the more expensive it is.

Even the villas near the bottom of the mountain are priced at 5 billion Singapore dollars. Without a certain status, you can't buy them even if you have money.

A villa, the minimum is 5 billion, and everyone who hears it will think it's crazy.

5 billion, even in a place like Shangjing where there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers, not many people can take out so much money at one time.

Of course, no one is a fool, and there is a reason why it is expensive.

Although Yunwu Mountain looks like an ordinary mountain, it is a legendary blessed place for cultivation.

Since the emergence of the other world, there have been various sayings about blessed places for cultivation. All blessed places have one thing in common: rich spiritual energy.

However, most of these blessed places are rarely visited by people and are infested with monsters, and cannot be used by humans.

It is extremely rare to appear in the base city.

Yunwu Mountain is one of them.

A professional organization has calculated that the spiritual energy content on Yunwu Mountain is one-fifth higher than the normal value in the outside world.

At the top of Yunwu Mountain, the spiritual energy concentration there is one-quarter higher than the normal value in the outside world.

For practitioners, four days of cultivation here is equivalent to five days of cultivation in the outside world. Although it seems that there is not much difference, over time, it is a difference in years.

A year ahead is likely to be the difference between excellence and genius.

Even if people do not have martial arts talent, living here for a long time can strengthen their bodies and prolong their lives.

At this time, it was Villa No. 16 halfway up the mountain.

"Go ahead."

In the brightly lit room, the smoke was curling up, and the sandalwood filled the room. On the rosewood marble desk, there were various famous calligraphy works, ten-sided precious inkstones, and various pen holders, giving people a sense of antiquity.

A sturdy figure stood quietly by the window, looking at the brightly lit night scene in the distance.

When footsteps sounded, the figure turned around, but it was an old man.

The old man was wearing a beige Tang suit, and he looked like he was in his fifties. He was very tall, and it was initially estimated that he was 1.9 meters tall. He was very strong, with thick black hair and delicate skin, and there was no trace of time at all.

In front of the old man, a middle-aged man in a gray suit stood respectfully, his body straight like a spear. He flipped through the notebook in his hand and answered:

"There are 47 people in this survey, three of them met the assessment standards, two were evaluated as B, and one was evaluated as A."

"Oh, there is an A this year?"

The old man raised his eyebrows, obviously with a hint of interest.

"Whose family is it from?"

"It's the second young master's, his name is Yang Jingming."

After the man finished speaking, he continued to introduce:

"Yang Jingming, male, 18 years old, senior year, eighth stage of physical training, cultural score: 168, physical score: 295, practical score: 135, total score: 598 points, excellent results, meeting the standards of the nine elite joint schools."

"First time participating in the Awakening Day, refining the eighth-level Howling Moon Wolf."

"Personality assessment: have a clear plan for the goal, strong adaptability."

"Personality defects: impulsive, too extreme."

After the middle-aged man finished speaking, the room fell into silence again. After a while, the old man said:

"The talent is not bad. There are still three months. Bring him back for training. He should be able to enter the Hero Academy. Since he is still named Yang, I am afraid he also plans to return to the family. Bring him back to the family for training as soon as possible."

The old man spoke in a calm tone. He cared about talent. He didn't care about the personality defects mentioned by the middle-aged man.

The stronger the warrior, the more vigorous his blood and the more brave and aggressive he is.

Hunting monsters all year round, wandering on the edge of life and death, few have good tempers. Everyone has character flaws, but they are different. It doesn't matter as long as they are not abnormal.

Being evaluated as A-level is the standard for entering the three major hero academies.

As for B-level, that is the standard for entering the nine elite joint schools.

For many families, it is the beginning of a meteoric rise for their children to be admitted to the nine elite joint schools.

For most families, it is also a seedling worth focusing on, but for a glorious family like the Yang family, it is just a talent.

Although the two B-levels are talented, they are not qualified for him to ask.

The middle-aged man obviously knew this, so he didn't say much.

"By the way, I remember that Thirteen also has an illegitimate child? It seems to be eighteen years old?"

After a while, just as the man was about to walk out of the door, the old man suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man stopped and flipped through the notes in his hand:

"Lin Feng, male, 18 years old this year, 7th level of physical training, cultural score: 189 points, physical score: 212 points, practical score: 150 points, total score 551 points, above average, not qualified for admission to the nine elite joint schools."

"First time participating in the Awakening Day, failed to awaken."

"Personality assessment: precocious and steady, excellent perseverance."

"Personality defects: slightly withdrawn, not sociable."

"Comprehensive assessment C level!"

After speaking, the man stood there and waited quietly.

"C-level, what a pity."

The old man shook his head and said with a slightly regretful tone: "Lin Feng! Is it the mother's surname?"

"He can reach the seventh stage of physical cultivation without the assistance of resources. His strength is not bad, but he did not inherit Thirteen's soul cultivation talent, and he cannot refine demon spirits. He is not worth cultivating."

After speaking, the old man waved his hand:

"Go out and bring those three boys back. As for the others below B-level, they are not worth cultivating. The person in charge of evaluation can call them back."

"Yes!"

The man nodded. He knew what it meant to call them back.

In a big family like the Yang family, there are many illegitimate children or illegitimate daughters who are not accepted by the family because of the romanticism of the family members or other reasons.

When these children grow up to eighteen years old, the family will send special personnel to assess and evaluate them. Only those who reach B-level or above can return to the family.

Those with poor qualifications will be completely abandoned by the family from today and no longer paid attention to.

He did not have any emotional fluctuations in this regard. He reported such things once a year and had long been accustomed to it.

…

The dark night seemed to be painted with endless thick ink on the sky, without even the glimmer of stars.

At two o'clock in the morning, the temperature suddenly turned cold. In his sleep, Lin Feng frowned and looked a little uneasy.

In a daze, a cold current suddenly surged from his chest, becoming colder and colder, as if there was ice there, freezing him.

At this time, his ears seemed to be blocked by water, and the sound of his heartbeat echoed in his ears.

"Here it comes again!"

Shivering all over, Lin Feng immediately woke up from his sleep, his eyes clear, without a trace of sleepiness.

He first lit a candle. The candle's light was very weak and would not attract the attention of the monster. Lin Feng first checked whether the door was locked, and then he felt relieved.

Lin Feng took off his shirt. His muscular body didn't look very strong, but his figure was as smooth as a cheetah. Every inch of muscle gave people a feeling of the hardest stone. He stood on the ground almost naked in only a pair of boxer shorts, looking down at his chest.

On Lin Feng's abdomen, a fist-sized shadow quietly appeared, becoming clearer and clearer, like a dark shadow struggling constantly.

"Damn nightmare, so many times in one night."

In the silent night, Lin Feng cursed with a gloomy face.

Today, on the awakening day, he cast the seal of evil, which caused serious blood loss in his body. After chatting with his mother, Lin Feng did not practice as usual. After washing, he went back to the room to sleep.

Because in sleep, the body will recover faster.

But what he didn't expect was that almost every hour, a violent and cold mood would suddenly appear in his mind, making him toss and turn, and finally wake up.

Insomnia caused him to be in a bad mood and irritable.

"We have to refine it quickly!"

Looking at the struggling figure in his abdomen, Lin Feng couldn't help but feel a little cold in his heart.

Although he couldn't see inside with his current strength, he could feel that the seal of the evil seal had begun to loosen.

The blood-colored cage made of blood and spiritual power was gradually disintegrating, and I'm afraid it won't last long.

"It must be refined within two months, otherwise the consequences will be serious." Lin Feng looked solemn.

Originally thought that even if he couldn't refine this nightmare, at most he would lose a part of his blood essence, and he could make up for it with some time and energy, and it wouldn't endanger his life.

But now he found that he was wrong.

Very wrong!

At this time, the dark and deep shadow in his abdomen was stained with a trace of strange blood lines, and those blood lines wandered in the shadow's body.

At this time, the nightmare had been assimilated by his blood.

At this time, he couldn't easily split it.

This means that if he can't refine it or drive it out of his body, there is a risk of being refined by the nightmare.