"Three!"
"Two!"
In the small thatched cottage on Yongmen Mountain in Yunjiang District, Kong Xiuyao was holding his watch. The old mechanical second hand trembled on the dial, as if it was stabbing Kong Xiuyao's heart bit by bit.
There seemed to be thousands of restless horses waiting for the moment the fence opened!
"One!"
"Twelve o'clock, time's up!"
Kong Xiuyao grabbed the bag that he had prepared and rushed out of the hut like the wind the moment the second hand and the minute hand overlapped.
At that moment, the sun was high in the sky. Sunlight shone through the mottled leaves of the forest and looked into the distance. The city scenery below the mountain became clear. Kong Xiuyao stepped on the light spots on the mountain stairs and ran down the mountain with a brisk pace.
The barrier that enveloped the entire mountain had finally disappeared. Now that he was free to fly, he was finally free!
Ten years ago, Kong Xiuyao had accidentally transmigrated to this unfamiliar world. In this world, he had ordinary peasant parents and his family were struggling to survive.
Kong Xiuyao had read many online novels. Many protagonists had superpowers after transmigrating and were rich. It could be said that they had obtained a new life. As for him, not only was his new home ordinary, there wasn't even the rumored system anywhere.
Before he could sigh at how bad fate was, he realized that his family was a universal phenomenon in this world.
The Dragon Kingdom of the New World was in the early stages of reform and opening up. Most people were still guarding their one acre of land at homes. The tide of migrant workers had yet to flourish. There were no blueprints for the light rail trains yet, only the green-skinned trains were churning forward with smoke.
Kong Xiuyao immediately perked up. After transmigrating, he could be said to have foreseen the future and jumped into the current era. His wealth was not a dream!
Just as he was getting hot-blooded, about to roll up his sleeves and lead everyone to wealth, the system descended from the sky and bound him. It started with a bunch of conditions without waiting.
Using a barrier that only he could see, the system trapped him in Mount Yongmen and demanded that stay on the mountain for ten years.
It even gave him a such a difficult mission—he had to teach 100 disciples in this deep forest for ten years and for them to become the elites of various industries. Otherwise, Kong Xiuyao would have to go to the Bridge of Helplessness to drink soup!
Kong Xiuyao had no choice but to accept it with tears in his eyes.
He had to teach 100 disciples in ten years, that time was quite tight. On average, he could only teach each disciple for 36 and a half days, moreover, they had to become elites. Kong Xiuyao even had the intention to bring the system to death with him.
Fortunately, the system did not completely ignore him. He could randomly draw a skill every once in a while during the 10 years.
As the saying went, "You can be a teacher if you know the details." If Kong Xiuyao wanted to teach elite disciples, he had to master the skills first before he could use the shortest time to broadcast his disciples and let them leave the mountain as soon as possible.
Martial Arts that could could swallow mountains and rivers;
Peerless medical skill of rejuvenation;
Marvelous and ingenious feng shui skills;
Treasure-discerning ability;
Eloquent politicking…
All the skills became a part of Kong Xiuyao's flesh and blood and then he taught them to his disciples.
As time was too tight, the disciples could only learn 1% of Kong Xiuyao's abilities. However, in this era, it was enough for them to become the overlords.
In the past ten years, Kong Xiuyao had taught a total of 135 people. Ten of them had no talent at all. After patiently teaching for more than half a month, they did not improve at all. He had no choice but to give up.
Among them, 25 had evil intentions. In order to monopolize the territory, some even wanted to betray their masters and ancestors. They were exiled from the mountain by Kong Xiuyao.
Three days ago, Kong Xiuyao had sent his 100th disciple down the mountain and had a brush past the ten-year border. He had successfully completed the mission and did not have to go to the Bridge of Helplessness to drink soup.
Now these hundred disciples were scattered around the world, shining in their fields of expertise.
Kong Xiuyao felt very proud to have brought up the elites of various worlds.
But none of these made him happier than the fact that he had rushed out of the cage and regained his freedom. Now that he was finally able to leave that dry old forest, the first thing he did when he went down the mountain was to return to the old residence that he had been away from for a long time and visit his parents in this world.
During the ten years he was trapped on the mountain, Kong Xiuyao's life was no different from prison. The economic situation of the entire society was not good, and he had to plan his meals.
Kong Xiuyao specially set a rule in order to prevent anyone from wanting to return him for remodelling after they left the mountain —If I don't take the initiative to look for you, don't think about me!
It was also because of this that none of his disciples came to the mountain to show respect to their master.
For countless nights, Kong Xiuyao guarded the small thatched cottage on the mountain. When he was bored and looked for stars to watch from the lush canopy, he regretted his decision. If he had known earlier, he would have gotten someone to send a television up!
He had no attachment to the quiet life on the mountain. He rushed down the mountain as fast as he could and grabbed a fellow countryman who was about to go up the mountain to pick firewood to ask for directions.
"Sorry, may I know how to get to the nearby train station?"
"Nearby?" The fellow villager looked at Kong Xiuyao in surprise and pointed to the left. "There's a train station 80 miles away."
The old man looked at the young man in front of him. He was dressed in rough linen, but he had an extraordinary aura. He was also handsome. He felt that he had never seen anyone so good-looking so he looked at him a few more times.
Then, the old fvillger kindly pointed to the right and said, "It's 80 miles. You'll have to walk for 15 hours without sleep or rest. There's a bus station over there. The fare is 20 cents. You…"
Before he could finish speaking, the old man felt a breeze blow past him, leaving only a voice in the air. "Thank you."
The young man in front of him had disappeared!
The old man looked around in surprise, only to see a gradually shrinking gray figure in the distance rushing straight towards the train station.
This made him think of the legend on Yongmen Mountain. It was said that there was a recluse who preached and taught. To be able to listen to him teach a lesson was equivalent to being reborn. Many people came because of his name. The old people gathered firewood on the mountain all year round and met several people who asked for directions up the mountain.
At first he thought it was fraud, because he'd grown up living under Yongmen Mountain and had never heard of a layman.
However, the facts in front of him told him that the scholar was real. Furthermore, he had just descended the mountain. Even a cheetah would not be able to catch up with his agile legs!
"Oh my god!" The old man immediately put down his basket, clasped his hands together, and bowed in the direction where Kong Xiuyao had left. "Immortal, bless my family's health and bless good fortune upon me!"
Kong Xiuyao did not know that the people behind him had mistaken him for a god. He had once taught a sprinter and had heard that he had won many gold medals in international competitions. He just wanted to test how fast he, as that person's master, could be.
"Eight seconds for 100 meters." Kong Xiuyao looked at the mechanical watch on his wrist.
At this speed, he wouldn't need transportation to travel 80 miles. He would save energy and reduce emissions. He would go there on foot!