"Should I use that thing?"
Dule Ching asked,
"You'll die if you go. One thousand-poisoned fists."
From the sky, green-colored fists descended toward Shi Wang Yuan.
"The first strike of the wrath of the Sky God: Filth and pestilence thunderbolt."
As a white lightning bolt shot down from the sky, Dule Ching's poisoned fists completely vanished.
"The second strike: Thunder Dragon!"
A blue thunder-dragon emerged from Shi Wang Yuan's hand and struck Dule Ching.
"What? You've been aiming at the intermediate mind from the start without hesitation!"
Boom—
The explosion sent thick smoke rising. When it cleared, the winner of the duel emerged.
"Alright, in this match, Shi Wang Yuan is victorious. So he has won the contest of Ku Taung Thut."
As the poisoned group retreated, the head of the faction said,
"You're very capable, young one. I'll give you one of our faction's techniques."
Shi Wang Yuan happily accepted the gesture and followed the faction head to the martial arts hall, searching through the techniques.
"Though there are many techniques here, none of them suits me or my level."
At the back of the room, a black-colored scroll faintly glimmered.
"This is the technique of Thunderbolt Transformation. I'll take this one."
"Oh, young one, you've truly chosen an excellent technique."
That night, Shi Wang Yuan returned to his room and began studying the technique carefully.
At that moment, the room door opened:
"Hey, you must be tired from yesterday's contest. Take a rest today."
The visitor, standing at the 15th level of the Supreme Rank, said.
"Alright. I'm a little interested in this technique, so I'll study it a bit."
The next morning, one of the seven great factions of the nation, the Maha Tiger King Faction, arrived to recruit Shi Wang Yuan as a disciple. The faction head explained:
Although the factions of the nation were powerful, none could contend with the seven great factions. If even one high-ranking leader came from those factions, they could destroy an entire faction.
"Alright then, Wang Yuan, what's your decision?"
Shi Wang Yuan replied,
"I'm very grateful to Ku Hill and do not wish to abandon him, but it isn't enough for me to survive in the wider world."
The one who came to recruit him was the third-ranking leader of the Golden Tiger Faction, White Tiger. His martial skill was unmatched, and at early stages of cultivation, he could single-handedly destroy an entire faction if he desired.
"Very well. If you join us, we won't take you in for free. We'll weaken your rival, the Ten-Thousand-Poison Faction, for you. How about that?"
The faction head added,
"I'm exhausted already."
White Tiger then led Wang Yuan to strike at the Ten-Thousand-Poison Faction.
In Wang Yuan's mind:
"This person's martial skill is truly high. He managed to weaken the entire Ten-Thousand-Poison Faction in just five seconds."
Flying eastward, they saw many magnificent buildings.
"So this is our Maha Tiger Faction."
Compared with Ku hill, this faction was significantly larger and more powerful.