What do you mean I'm a cultivator?-Chapter 18

The first two days of travel passed without incident. The caravan moved steadily through the winding mountain paths, the covered wagon creaking softly with each turn. Jiang Cheng alternated between meditation and brief observations of his fellow disciples.

Though there wasn't much to learn, he had gotten a good grasp on their characters.

Fang Lin was a woman of few words, and like Cheng, she just meditated to pass the time.

Liu Wei and Zhang Kun, had not stopped speaking once since they had left the sect, eager to catch up and talk for all the time they couldn't when working, to the annoyance of Cheng.

The rest of the disciples would occasionally chirp in the conversation, leaving Cheng And Fang Lin to be the only ones not to speak.

As time passed, the mountain terrain grew increasingly treacherous. Jagged rocks jutted out at odd angles, and the mist seemed to thicken with each passing hour, creating an eerie landscape that swallowed sound and blurred horizons.

On the third night, everything changed.

The attack came suddenly, without warning. The first sign was a low rumbling that Jiang Cheng initially mistook for distant thunder.

But then the ground beneath them trembled, and dark shapes burst from a big boulder in the distance, the boulder now having a opening, like a cave.

Rock wolves.

Unlike the jade moles they had been prepared to encounter, these were something else entirely. Roughly the size of large dogs, but composed seemingly of living stone, they moved with a fluid grace that defied their mineral composition.

Well, mostly material composition, as at the end of the day, unlike earth elementals, rock wolfs, and by proxy jade moles, or any other similar creature was originally a animal.

Perhaps this pack had made this place their home, as deeper in the cave they had sealed there must have been a stockpile of Qi rich materials.

Instantly, every disciple shot out of the carriage they were in, standing still, waiting for the wolves to come closer.

They were around sixteen of them, but more than likely, they'd need to deal with only half of them.

The disciples moved with practiced efficiency, albeit their inexperience showed, as all but Fang Lin had taken no more than five missions.

She was more experienced, With her being just shy of the late stage Qi condensation.

Jiang Cheng drew his own sword, sensing the wolves' approach. These were not ordinary beasts. if they were normal wolves, or any other animal, Jiang Cheng himself would more than suffice. In fact, Late stage Qi condensation cultivators would probably be able to wrestle a bear to submission without the use of any Qi, relying on their cultivation base's improved body.

The rock wolves charged with a speed that was far faster than a typical wolf, despite their stony composition. Each wolf was around the fifth stage of Qi condensation, Or the equivalent of it, as monsters went by a different system that Cheng hadn't gotten around to reading yet.

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Their bodies were covered in a tough rocky hide that made them far more resilient than ordinary beasts.

Fang Lin was the only to truly shine. Her movements were a blur of precision and deadly efficiency. Two rock wolves lunged at her simultaneously, their rocky forms shifting into razor-sharp edges.

In a series of fluid motions, she dispatched both wolves with calculated strikes. One with a piercing qi-enhanced blade, and the other with a sweeping arc that shattered its stony form, slamming it to the ground.

Evidently, not only had she fought monsters many times before, she was well read on martial arts, as expected of such a Young cultivator in the tenth realm. Of course, those standards were only for the outer sect, as more than likely, someone her age and younger, was already in the foundation establishment realm.

Such was the unfairness of knowledge and materials. Hell, for all Jiang Cheng knew, there was probably a way to pass down knowledge directly, making the inner sect disciples master swordsmen, or cultivators in days, skyrocketing their cultivation speed.

As Jiang Cheng himself, he was in his first real combat situation, and panic threatened to overwhelm him. This was different than the scuffle between him and.... What was his name again?

Right. Liu Wei. Unlike that scuffle, he knew that these two wolves wanted nothing but to rip him apart, and eat his dantian.

Unlike Liu Wei, who just wanted to teach who he thought inferior a lesson, These rock wolves were only concerned about making him their meal.

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That aside, currently, Two rock wolves had made him their target, their movements unpredictable. One lunged from the front, while the other attempted to circle around his flank.

His training in the sect and countless hours of meditation crystallized into action.

Despite his inner turmoil, Cheng's movements remained controlled. He parried the first wolf's attack, his sword meeting its rocky hide with a shower of sparks, His Qi flowing in it, making sure it would hold.

The second wolf's approach forced him to pivot, using a defensive stance he had practiced once or twice, but never used in real combat.

He was scrambling, his breath catching in his throat, but somehow managing to avoid their attacks.

The wolves were relentless, their rocky bodies reforming after each strike, their qi flowing through them, shifting the rocks of their hide as it empowered them, a instinctual usage of Qi.

Jiang CHeng had also done the same, His Qi flowing in his body. From his Muscles, to his ears, eyes. Everything had Qi flowing through it, enchasing their capabilities.

This was the first time he had truly utilized his full extend of the Qi residing in his dantian, and he had to admit. It felt great.

Natural even. It sparked a new interest in Jiang Cheng. he didn't want to just read and cultivate anymore. He wanted to know how to flow His Qi properly. Unleash devastating attacks, just like Fang Lin.

He wanted to crush these monsters for daring to Attack him. But he was getting ahead of himself. Right now, the priority was to survive.

Liu Wei and Zhang Kun fought side to side, their coordination evident from years of knowing each other. Li Mei's intricate braids whipped around her as she fought defensively, her qi flowing through the spear she had picked as her mission weapon.

Wu Ling, the disciple who had just broken through to the sixth realm, proved the most vulnerable. A rock wolf's bite tore into his arm, its stony teeth breaking through his unstable qi defenses. He managed to pull back as Fang Lin came to his resque, immediately applying bandages to stem the bleeding, his face pale with shock and pain.

Just as Jiang Cheng felt he might be overwhelmed, Pushing more and more Of his Qi, moving it faster, He felt like he was getting somewhere, despite the pressure. But Fang Lin stepped beside him.

With a single fluid motion, she dispatched the two wolves attacking him, her blade cutting through their rocky forms with practiced ease, as well as the ground, carving a slash. Clearly, the attack was devestating, as Jiang Cheng felt like he would have gotten cut in half, if he was attacked with it, the slice likely breaking the sword, and leaving him into two different halves.

"Stay focused, Junior." she muttered briefly, before moving to assist another disciple.

By the battle's end, nearly half the wolf pack lay defeated. The survivors retreated, melting back into the rocky terrain from which they had emerged. The disciples stood panting, their inexperience evident, but they had survived.

Deng Bo, the caravan leader, surveyed the scene with a weathered eye, letting a small exhale, likely letting the stress evaporate out of him. "Truly, you young heroes are The best the Sect has to offer." he praised, trying to curry favor, making sure no one of them felt like her thought of himself higher than them, clearly knowing how to handle sect disciples.