Fantasy World: I Can Travel To Cultivation World

"What is the illusion of the first level?"

"Master, please look."

As soon as those words were spoken, the scene before everyone's eyes suddenly changed. In Luis's sea of consciousness, the vortex trembled slightly.

He realized that he could dispel the illusion at any time if he wished.

However, others did not have this ability. They watched in shock as the environment shifted from the quiet, peaceful interior of the pagoda to a bleak, murderous atmosphere at the foot of the city gate.

Some remained calm, but others were simply terrified by the scene.

"Kill!" shouts erupted before anyone could regain their composure. Discover exclusive tales on My Virtual Library Empire

A group of enemy monks from the Izumo Kingdom—about a hundred in number and clad in spiritual armor—charged toward the crowd. Almost immediately, a sword formation consisting of hundreds of flying swords blasted toward everyone.

"Aah!"

Screams filled the air as some people were so frightened that they fell to the ground.

Even Chen Fusheng, the oldest among them, felt his mouth go dry and began trembling uncontrollably in the face of this desperate situation.

There were a hundred cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining, wearing first-grade superior spiritual armor and experienced in countless battles.

They knew how to form coordinated formations. Facing such an opponent, even someone like Luis—still in the Qi Refining Stage—would have been forced to retreat immediately.

Despite his fear, Chen Fusheng managed to slap the storage bag on his waist, and his innate spiritual armor quickly enveloped his entire body.

Under the special care of the Hartmann family, Chen Fusheng's cultivation had been promoted to the sixth level of Qi Refining—a pace that set a precedent for all Qi Refining cultivators in Guang'an Prefecture.

Considering all the resources invested in him, it was clear that none of the major families in Guang'an Prefecture would commit to such an expense.

Not even the Qianyuan Sword Sect would be so arrogant as to invest so heavily in a mere Qi Refining cultivator—unless that cultivator were a direct descendant of a high-ranking figure in the Qianyuan Sword Sect. In all likelihood, the senior executive had paid for it out of his own pocket.

The larger the force, the more formalized and institutionalized the training of its disciples becomes. It was impossible for them to train disciples in the unconventional manner of the Hartmann family.

Besides, building the foundation a few years earlier or later does not significantly affect a cultivator. Many cultivators invest resources frantically in the early stages and see rapid improvement in their cultivation levels.

Yet, countless examples show that after building a foundation, some individuals are limited by their natural talents and understanding—their progress slows dramatically, creating a huge gap from which they cannot recover.

Sometimes accelerating one's cultivation too quickly during the Qi Refining Stage is not beneficial; it can even cause the cultivator to lose himself.

In this regard, the Hartmann family's training model is a clear example of forcing growth. Moreover, thanks to the vortex's function, the risk of intentional injury or exhaustion is almost zero.

Chen Fusheng's strength far exceeds that of other Qi Refining cultivators at the same level.

Additionally, each of these cultivators is equipped with the best first-grade flying sword, innate spiritual armor, and the Hartmann family's unique healing body. As for external items like talismans, they are in abundant supply.

In short, they are much stronger than the one hundred enemy monks from the Izumo Kingdom standing before them.

However, in terms of actual combat experience—and more importantly, the mentality required to fight—they still lag behind. Everyone there, except for Chen Fusheng, was visibly frightened by the murderous aura of the Izumo cultivators.

None dared to fight back; they simply stood there, dazed.

Luis stared coldly at the scene. He knew that this was a hurdle the group of young cultivators had to overcome.

If nothing unexpected happened, they would all eventually join the Hartmann family's military department—a key force for protecting the Hartmann family.

Their strength may not be the absolute strongest, but they must never be weak or afraid of the enemy.

Otherwise, no matter how high one's cultivation is or how powerful one's abilities might be, if one cannot display those abilities or is too frightened to move forward, one will ultimately be wasted—just like Ye Wudao, the ancestor of the Ye family.

"Kill!"

Chen Fusheng's youthful voice shattered the silence. A flying sword with a green glow burst forth, its nine-foot-long blade streaking toward the enemy army at lightning speed.

The sword formation of the Izumo Kingdom monks was quickly torn apart by Chen Fusheng's flying sword as he cut down the enemy.

However, even though Chen Fusheng was strong, the enemy's sword formation had been launched by a hundred cultivators.

As soon as his sword light tore open a gap, it was immediately blocked by a barrage of subsequent flying swords.

Chen Fusheng's flying sword suddenly fell into the quagmire. Facing one against a hundred—especially against elite cultivators proficient in sword formations—even with his superior strength, he found the battle to be quite tricky.

How could he overcome such odds?

At that moment, the other young fighters finally came to their senses. They all drew their flying swords and attacked the monks from the Izumo Kingdom.

There were more than fifty enemy monks of the Fu generation, whose swordsmanship far exceeded that of monks of the same level; in fact, the power of each enemy's flying sword was at least twice that of their peers.

With the combined efforts of these fifty fighters, the sword formation of the one hundred Izumo monks was torn apart in an instant.

It turned into a one-sided massacre. In less than a few moments, as the last monk from the Izumo Kingdom was killed on the spot by the Fu generation fighters, everyone stepped out of the illusion.

"Hoo, hoo, hoo!"

"Hahaha, we win, we win!"

"They're not as strong as they appeared—their flying swords are so weak!"

"Yeah, I was terrified at first!"

The group of young fighters were secretly delighted, but they hadn't noticed that Luis's face had turned ashen. He let out a long sigh, forcing back the curse words that nearly escaped him.

He reflected on the battle: this was the first time these kids had participated in combat. Wasn't it normal for them to perform this way? After all, he remembered his own excitement during his first battle.

Gradually, Luis's mood calmed. Everyone then exited the Jiuxu Linglong Tower.

Noticing Luis's unfriendly expression, the young fighters suppressed their smug smiles.

Suddenly, Oliver addressed them. At his call, everyone stopped and looked up.

"Fusheng."

"Yes, sir!" Chen Fusheng stepped forward and bowed.

"Starting tomorrow, you will come to the Jiuxu Linglong Tower for daily trials. Begin at the first level and gradually increase the difficulty of the trial illusions."

"Yes, Sir!"

Chen Fusheng understood that the Boss and Knight Commander must be dissatisfied with their performance just now.

How can their performance today be worthy of the Hartmann family, which works so hard in both the flying sword factory and the pill factory?

How can they live up to the Boss's daily teachings? Thinking this over, Chen Fusheng silently swore that he must pass the Jiuxu Linglong Tower illusion trial as soon as possible—and at the same time, he must quickly comprehend the sword intent to become a true swordsman.

He knew that with his current cultivation level, only by breaking through the foundation-building stage and becoming a sword cultivator could he truly become a pillar of the Hartmann family.

The difference between the Boss and ordinary foundation-building cultivators was already clear.

Just when Luis was feeling down, Blogs brought him some good news that lifted his spirits.

At the Instrument Research Institute, Luis found Blogs deep in discussion with a group of monks. In the laboratory before them were a brand-new soul melting furnace and a centrifugal wall breaker, both of which had been significantly improved.

Luis examined these two unfamiliar magical weapons with great interest. Clearing his throat lightly to interrupt the argument, he called out, "Boss!"

Blogs turned around and, upon seeing Luis, a hint of joy appeared in his eyes. He stepped forward a few paces and bowed to Luis. The other monks followed suit, saying, "Greetings, Boss!"

Luis waved his hand dismissively. "No need to be so polite."

Then, pointing at the two instruments in the laboratory, he asked, "Is this your improved Soul Furnace?"

"Right!" Blogs nodded enthusiastically. "Young Patriarch, look."

He pointed to one end of the Soul Melting Furnace and saw a transparent wire connected to one end of the Soul Melting Furnace. Moreover, this Soul Melting Furnace had no spirit stones.

See this.

Luis was overjoyed and asked excitedly, "You succeeded?"

"Fortunately, I have accomplished my mission."

Blogs cupped his hands.

Unexpectedly, in more than three weeks, Blogs not only completed the transformation of the new spirit-melting furnace, but also integrated the spirit network that Luis had not completed at the beginning.