20demayo Chapter 1175: The Long Road of Cultivation
Chapter 1175: The Long Road of Cultivation
Chapter 1175: The Long Road of Cultivation
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The wilderness teemed with danger, and they had to steer clear of sixth-level and higher spirit beasts.
At this pace, it would take Braydon Neal and the little fool at least a year to reach the ancient city.
Yet, this journey served as a unique form of cultivation—a rigorous and demanding training.
Although there were no direct competitions with peers, Braydon’s adversaries were the spirit beasts lurking in the wilderness.
Each encounter was an opportunity to refine his skills.
As night descended upon the wilderness, Braydon and Luke excavated a cave on a small hill, sealing its entrance.
The wind picked up with the onset of night, and the spirits of various spirit beasts came alive in the darkness.
Many of these creatures preferred to hunt under the cover of night to sate their hunger.
Braydon assumed a cross-legged posture, closing his eyes to engage in cultivation.
The little fool, however, opted not to cultivate.
Instead, he kindled a bonfire, using a wooden stick to roast a succulent piece of meat dripping with oil.
Unquestionably, it was snake meat that he had obtained earlier.
He spread the snakeskin across the cave floor, creating a comfortable bed. Leaning back on it, he crossed his legs and enjoyed the roasted meat in large, hearty bites—a solitary feast.
Braydon opened his eyes, casting a glance at his younger brother.
“Oh!”
Despite Luke Yates’ aversion to cultivation, he was now within Braydon’s watchful gaze, unable to slack off.
Braydon also discerned that the little fool approached cultivation differently from others.
Sitting cross-legged, unwavering like a mountain, Braydon focused on his cultivation.
In contrast, the little fool scratched his ears and cheeks, looked around, and occasionally let out a fart.
“Close your eyes and meditate. Didn’t I teach you that when you were young?” Braydon suggested calmly.
“Brother, I haven’t eaten my fill yet. I can’t settle down,” Luke replied honestly.
Braydon was left speechless. “That piece of snake meat weighed at least five pounds. You ate it all. Are you still not full?”
“No!”
The little fool replied honestly that he was not yet satiated.
Maintaining his composure, Braydon rose and left the cave.
“Brother, where are you going?” Luke inquired anxiously.
“Stay here obediently!”
In a flash, Braydon departed.
An hour later, he returned holding a massive deer leg, likely weighing over a hundred pounds.
He also tossed over a beast core the size of an egg—a fifth-level spirit beast’s core.
As for the snakeskin on the ground, the little fool left it behind, seemingly considering it too bothersome to carry.
Braydon and Luke resumed their southward trek.
Throughout the journey, they stuck close to each other.
Whenever they encountered spirit beasts of the sixth level and above, they maintained a considerable distance.
Spirit beasts below the sixth level were slaughtered by Braydon.
Luke already had hundreds of beast cores on him.
After forty days, they had covered 2,300 miles but were still a substantial distance from the ancient city.
In a desolate region, the vegetation wilted, turning the landscape into a realm of death.
Not a hint of life lingered within a thousand miles.
Emerging from the wilderness, a pair of beleaguered brothers crawled out of the jungle.
The first young man, despite his tattered clothes, exuded a calm demeanor. His sleeves were torn, revealing his arms.
Meanwhile, the companion trailing behind him was caked in dirt—his disheveled hair resembling a bird’s nest, his face smudged with black ash, and a faint stench emanating from him.
These two figures were Braydon and the little fool.
The wilderness was rife with danger!
Over the past forty days, the duo had weathered numerous battles—over a hundred to be precise—against formidable spirit beasts.
Their adversaries were powerful.
On some occasions, they rested in caves at night, only to be discovered by spirit beasts, leading to chases by more than ten sixth-level spirit beasts. Braydon had to employ the eight pinnacle techniques and sustained severe injuries. Yet, they persevered and fought their way out.
Practically every day held a perilous encounter in the wild.
As a result, their clothing had long been shredded!
Typically, the brothers would forage for spirit herbs and fruits to stave off hunger.
However, they dared not start fires to roast meat.
Fifteen days ago, they had been hunted by an eighth-level spirit beast.
A close call that nearly cost Braydon his life!
The three ancestors within the little fool did not intervene.
It seemed they had left it to the little fool and Braydon to handle spirit beasts below the ninth level.
An eighth-level spirit beast could overpower a peak supreme pinnacle.
How could Braydon and Luke stand a chance?
Without external assistance, victory seemed implausible.
Braydon had been able to defeat a supreme pinnacle in the Alpha Empire by absorbing the power of the Alpha Empire’s national fate, essentially making him a quasi-emperor.
However, this was the Ruins World.
Braydon’s cultivation was only at the pinnacle realm.
Luke scratched his head, surveying the landscape ahead. With a mischievous grin, he asked, “Brother, something seems off up ahead. Why are the plants withered?”