The Exorcism Began in America.

「One month later,」

Chu Feng stared at the towering city walls that reached into the clouds, his face dumbfounded. Could this really be the work of humans?

But then, recalling this must be a supernatural world, he nodded in sudden understanding. How could his own world, still struggling in a bizarre revival, compare to such a high-rank world as this one?

Below the towering city walls was an equally vast city gate. Neatly dressed pedestrians passed through, giving Chu Feng, in his out-of-place tattered clothes, curious glances before shaking their heads.

"Where did this beggar come from?"

"Has there been a disaster near Red Peng City?"

...

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Chu Feng helplessly looked down at his own ragged clothes.

This damn system, not providing any help at all!

However, perhaps it was due to the difference in worlds or some magical property of that fruit. He had walked for so long; if it had been his original world, he guessed his body would have long been in terrible shape!

Now, to be able to stand firmly at the city gate, it indeed gave him an almost unbelievable feeling.

There were no guards at the city gate, just a faint membrane of light separating the inside of the great city from the outside.

Chu Feng followed a group of people from a distance and finally passed through the light membrane into the majestic city.

He wondered what the light membrane was really meant to defend against...

Plus, there might be some special rules within this great city.

The closer he got to the city, the more streaming lights he saw. However, after entering the city, he couldn't see any at all!

Walking on the antique streets and listening to the hawkers around him, Chu Feng had a sudden idea and took out a red fruit with potent poison from inside his clothes.

Now, this was the only fruit he had. As for the others, he had buried them in a hole half a day ago.

He had proven through practice that the red fruits indeed possessed potent poison.

Such toxic items should naturally interest the medical houses in the city.

After all, he had found less than five of these red fruits on his way here, which showed how rare they were.

"Red Tongue Fruit?"

An old man in a dark robe, with white hair and a long beard, looked at the fruit in his hand. Then, he glanced at Chu Feng, who had the appearance of a beggar, his eyes filled with surprise.

He found it hard to imagine how this beggar managed to get his hands on this toxic object!

After contemplating for a moment, the old man quietly uttered, "Ten taels of silver."

"Deal!" exclaimed Chu Feng without hesitation upon hearing the offer.

This was the fourth medical house he had inquired at, and they were offering the highest price.

Taking the cloth bag from the old man, he weighed it in his hand, nodded to the other party, and then turned to leave.

The old man, however, stroked his beard, contemplating the retreating figure of Chu Feng with a thoughtful expression.

As far as he knew, the only place around Red Peng City where one might find traces of Red Tongue Fruit was the Red Soil Wasteland to the south.

But there didn't seem to be anyone who would dare to go there rashly...

「...」

After obtaining his first earnings, Chu Feng made some purchases and finally restored his appearance to that of an ordinary person.

Next, it was time to find a Sect to join!

He wondered about the aptitude of his body this time, hoping he wouldn't be barred even from the Sect gates...

The first year, Chu Feng, relying on the ten silver taels obtained from selling the Red Tongue Fruit, finally managed to gain a foothold temporarily in Red Peng City. He began to look for ways to obtain information about the world's Cultivators.

Fortunately, the cultivation civilization in this world seemed to be extremely prosperous. Right outside the great city was a cultivation Sect—the Red Sun Sect.

The second year, as Chu Feng waited for the grand disciple-recruitment ceremony of the Red Sun Sect outside Red Peng City, in order not to waste time, he temporarily joined an ordinary martial arts school to learn the basics of cultivation knowledge and simple Body Refining Methods.

After a long period of learning, he could finally understand a little of the meaning of the words in the "Rending Palm" scripture in his mind.

But perhaps due to the low level of the martial arts school, even the instructors there had never heard of some of the slightly more obscure text.

The third year, the once-every-three-years disciple-recruitment ceremony of the Red Sun Sect finally began.

"Chu Feng!"

Hearing the shout from the stage, Chu Feng directly ignored the odd looks from the surrounding young men and women and strode toward the stone platform in front of him.

"Hmm... your aptitude is passable! However, you are indeed a bit too old..."

Looking at the elderly man in a blue robe who was shaking his head and the somewhat regretful tone of his voice, Chu Feng's heart immediately skipped a beat.

Damn system, can't you be reliable just this once!

"With your aptitude, you don't meet the standards for an outer sect disciple, but you are more than sufficient for a servant disciple. If your Cultivation becomes strong enough in the future, you may also enter the outer sect!"

After speaking kindly, the old man smiled faintly and glanced to the side. A disciple who had been waiting for a long time immediately stepped forward to lead Chu Feng away.

"Dad, that person is so old, can he really pass?"

In the crowd, a girl in a yellow shirt looked at the person beside her with a puzzled face.

"Don't ask too much, this is not something you need to know right now! Also, once you join the Sect, you must not have any interaction with that young man!"

The middle-aged man in a black robe looked seriously at his daughter and warned her solemnly.

"Ah?"

The girl in the yellow shirt was stunned. She hadn't expected her usually kind father to warn her so sternly and was somewhat dumbfounded.

The middle-aged man in the black robe didn't pay attention to his daughter's reaction but instead turned his head to look at the two figures fading into the distance, gently shaking his head.

"What a pity!"

「...」

The fourth year, Chu Feng, who had joined the Red Sun Sect, finally received orthodox Cultivation Techniques along with the other servant disciples.

Luckily, perhaps Elder Huang, who had hosted the recruitment ceremony, wasn't wrong: Chu Feng's aptitude this time was indeed passable.

In just half a month, Chu Feng had already felt the first strand of True Yuan being born within his body.

The fifth year, with True Yuan flowing through his body like a small stream, Chu Feng discovered something amiss during an accident.

The outer sect disciples who had joined the Sect at the same time as him hadn't yet cultivated any True Yuan. Instead, they seemed to be tempering their bodies, apparently practicing Body Refinement.

He naturally didn't believe his aptitude could surpass that of these outer sect disciples, but this bizarre situation had occurred nonetheless.

Recalling also that servant disciples were never able to learn Swordsmanship, Palm Techniques, or other combat methods...

A sense of foreboding suddenly surged in his heart.

The sixth year, having now confirmed that he truly was in danger, Chu Feng began planning to escape from the Red Sun Sect.

The seventh year, outside the Red Sun Sect.

Looking at Elder Huang, still clad in a blue robe, and the cowering servant disciple behind him, Chu Feng let out a long sigh.

Circulating all the True Yuan in his body, he suddenly struck out with a palm. The biting palm wind reached Elder Huang but dissipated like a gentle breeze, merely stirring the hair on his forehead.

"Oh? This isn't a Palm Technique from our Red Sun Sect..." The indifferent voice contained a trace of surprise. Then, he shook his head again.

"Regardless, it doesn't matter! In your next life, remember—"

"Being a bit more foolish isn't so bad!"