At the foot of Tianxing Ridge, a stone staircase wound its way up, seemingly reaching into the sky.
Of course, that was just an illusion created by the lighting.
"Cheer up, everyone! Once we get to the top, we can set up camp!"
Fang Jun pointed at the massive stone engraved with 'Tianxing Ridge' at the summit, his voice brimming with a leader's enthusiasm.
Although everyone was a bit tired, they continued to follow Fang Jun up the mountain.
"I've finally figured it out. So-called mountain climbing is just climbing stairs in a different location," a boy wailed.
"Shut up! Don't ruin my last beautiful fantasy about nature!"
In the group, several usually energetic girls were now dripping with sweat. Only Xie Yuling showed no signs of fatigue on her pretty face; instead, her steps were light, and she even had the leisure to look around at the scenery.
Others just assumed she had good stamina, but Lin Mo knew exactly why.
Ever since this girl started cultivating the Huangting Nourishing Spirit Technique, her mental strength had far surpassed that of ordinary people. It even began to change her physique, gradually reducing her need for sleep.
This meant that in the future, she might only need an hour or two of sleep to feel fully energized.
This technique was, in essence, a method of immortal cultivation.
Eventually, she would be like Lin Mo, not needing sleep at all, though she would need to replace sleep with cultivation.
As for right now, dealing with this little Tianyun Mountain was a piece of cake for her.
Fortunately, the journey was not long. Forty minutes later, an open campground finally appeared before everyone's eyes.
To the southeast of the campground lay the vast, illuminated nightscape of Yangcheng.
The lights at the summit spilled down, illuminating a few scattered tents that had already been pitched, as well as a large expanse of empty grass.
Because the next day was a workday, there were not many people camping on the mountain.
"Alright! We're free!"
Fang Jun took off his heavy backpack and started giving orders. "Those with tents, start setting them up. Those without, don't just stand there—I have picnic mats here, hurry up and lay them out!"
He had brought one himself, and the one on An Yuexin's back was his too.
If they hadn't taken a break at the summit plaza, they really might not have been able to make it up in one breath.
Just as Lin Mo placed Jiang Yunlu's backpack on the ground, the girl immediately walked over, fine beads of sweat still clinging to her fair nose.
"I... I can do it myself. I've set up this tent before."
There was a hint of persistence in her tone. As she spoke, she skillfully unzipped the backpack and pulled out a tent bag that took up a third of the space inside.
Fang Jun, who was busy sorting out his own support poles, accidentally caught a glimpse and immediately let out an "Ooh."
"Your gear is pretty nice. If I'm not mistaken, this brand is really expensive. I remember it costs upwards of eight thousand, right?"
"Nani?!"
"Over eight thousand for a tent?!"
The surroundings instantly fell quiet. Several pairs of eyes stared fixedly at the compression bag in Jiang Yunlu's hands, as if it were not a tent, but a walking stack of cash.
For their families to spend eight thousand on a tent was probably truly impossible.
Therefore, they were very curious about Jiang Yunlu's tent.
Lin Jiajun couldn't help but say, "Jiang Yunlu, you've basically carried a high-end PC up the mountain!"
Jiang Yunlu's cheeks flushed slightly red. As she poured out the tent components, she defended herself in a small voice, "It... it's very convenient."
"It certainly is convenient."
Fang Jun nodded in agreement, acting somewhat like an expert. "This kind of high-end freestanding tent has a large space and a stable structure. The most important thing is that it can stand up without tent pegs, making it convenient for many terrains. You get what you pay for."
Jiang Yunlu looked at Fang Jun's two tents and also said, "Yours aren't cheap either, right?"
"Even if you added my two together, they still couldn't beat yours." Fang Jun waved his hand, his words carrying a hint of self-deprecating showboating.
Fang Jun's family had some money, but they weren't as wealthy as Jiang Yunlu.
While the few of them were chatting, Lin Mo had quietly picked up the instruction manual from the packaging bag.
The complex structural diagrams on it seemed to turn into the simplest geometric shapes in his eyes.
Jiang Yunlu was keeping her head down, trying hard to distinguish the colorful support poles and attempting to recall the steps she took to set it up last time.
But before she could even sort out the poles, Lin Mo beside her had already made a move.
He picked up a few main poles, gave his arm a shake, and the folded poles automatically connected and took shape with crisp clicking sounds.
With a flip of his wrist, he accurately inserted the poles into the buckles at the four corners of the tent. His movements were as smooth as flowing water, without a single wasted motion.
"Swish—"
As he gave a gentle push with both hands, the massive tent frame instantly stood tall on the grass.
The surrounding chatter and laughter came to an abrupt halt.
Fang Jun stopped what he was doing and looked over with his mouth agape.
Several classmates also widened their eyes, watching Lin Mo unhurriedly attach the hooks of the inner tent onto the frame one by one. The whole process was extremely simple, yet incredibly fast.
In just over a minute, that large tent worth over eight thousand, with its not-too-complex structure, had already taken its initial shape.
Jiang Yunlu was still maintaining her bent posture, clutching two short poles she hadn't had time to sort yet. She stared blankly at Lin Mo, her brain unable to process the situation for a moment.
Lin Mo casually pulled the two short poles from her hands.
It had taken her over ten minutes to set up the entire tent that morning.
Yet Lin Mo had drastically shortened the time.
The entire place was completely silent.
Lin Mo clapped the dust off his hands, as if he had just done something trivial.
"The manual is written very clearly."
This plain sentence was more impactful than any exaggerated action.
Fang Jun's mouth twitched, and it took him a long while to squeeze out a sentence: "Old Mo, I really suspect you used to wander around a lot. It truly is Brother Mo fleeing to the ends of the earth."
After the tent was set up, Lin Mo unceremoniously pulled a bottle of water out of Jiang Yunlu's backpack. It was some sort of imported soda water.
It looked like it would cost quite a bit of money per bottle.
"Alright, the girls will rest in this tent, and the boys will share those two tents."
Jiang Yunlu's tent was the largest in the entire campground; accommodating five people was absolutely no problem.
The girls crawled into the tent with a sense of novelty, looking left and right.
Meanwhile, Lin Mo went to help Fang Jun and An Yuexin set up their tents.
Only Xie Yuling leaned against a nearby tree, watching Lin Mo set up the tents.
Occasionally, she turned her head to look at the night scenery by the road.
In the end, her gaze still landed on Lin Mo.
After Lin Mo had finished setting up the tents on both sides, he finally rested his gaze on the girl leaning against the tree.
He strolled over leisurely.
"What's up? Not going into the tent to rest? Do you want to feed the mosquitoes?"
"I don't feed the mosquitoes anymore, okay."
"Not bad, you've made progress." Lin Mo gave her a thumbs up.
Then he asked again, "Then what are you doing here?"
Xie Yuling turned her head to look at Lin Mo. "Waiting for you to finish, so you can accompany me to look at the night view."
As soon as she finished speaking, Lin Mo directly leaned his head on Xie Yuling's shoulder.
"I'll accompany you right now."
Xie Yuling whipped her head around to look at Lin Mo, her face full of astonishment.
Soon after, a blush dyed the tips of her ears red.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!

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