The next day, Clark, who was refreshed, left his residence to go to the Slayer Union. When he thought of completing those tasks with pitifully low rewards to meet provincial conditions, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

"Sir!" A tender voice of joy sounded behind Clark.

Clark turned around and found that Peter Pan and a servant of a peak intermediate god were standing behind him. Not far away, there was a peak guard of the main god. His eyes glanced at the servants and the hidden guards and landed on Peter Pan. "Hmm? Have you actually broken through?"

"Hehehehe, thanks to my lord, your advice has solved the problems I used to practice and break through after a little practice."

"Congratulations, why are you here? You shouldn't have come here as you are."

"I'm here to find adults."

"Look for me?"

"Yes, my lord, yesterday said that taking over the training task is your lord certification task. I think that becoming a lord must be a novice. If you want to upgrade to a higher level, you need a lot of contribution. I think if you hire an adult as my teacher and pay it to our family, the level of an adult will be improved quickly, so that the adult will want to think of a farther place."

Clark looked at Peter Pan without saying anything. The atmosphere between the two was a little depressed. The servants around Peter Pan carefully stepped forward and were ready to block his little master at any time. Clark turned around and looked at a hunting mission on the taskbar and went to the caravan in that area. He would set off in ten days. "Ten days, I will only serve as your ten days teacher. As for what you can learn, it depends on your own understanding."

"Okay, sir, I'll ask someone to help you with the task." Peter Pan happily signaled the servants beside him to announce the task for Clark to collect. The servant hesitated and looked at Clark, then turned his eyes back before heading to the counter.

"Since you have advanced, do you have any new cultivation problems? You can ask them."

"I have many questions. Although I have advanced, I always feel that I lack strength and feel like I have a erratic feeling. But I asked the strong men of the family and they said it was normal that they came here like this, but I always feel that something was wrong."

"Do you know what's wrong with family-style practice?"

"have no idea."

"Any family power has rich cultivation resources, a large number of predecessors' cultivation experiences for reference, and a large number of powerful and excellent skills to practice and learn. The faster the strength improves, the more genius you are." Clark smiled. "You are a family, you should have some understanding of each family. That is, there is never a shortage of geniuses. How many people can reach the peak when a genius is born? Some people offend people and are killed because of their arrogant personality or bring disasters to the family. They are exterminated by vanity. Once their temperament changes greatly, their strength will not be improved. They challenge the strong to fall. Even if these problems do not exist or are solved by the family, their strength can reach that level. There are very high people, but absolutely no one has won the supreme why."

Clark said as he walked outwards Peter. Pan followed behind him, and the servants sent out had also come back to hand over Clark's killer badge. Clark said as he put away the badge and his words not only Peter Pan heard the gods, the accompanying servants, the escorts in the secret, and several nearby killers.

"I don't know why the problem you are talking about?" A nearby killer bowed and said. He did not express his contempt because Clark showed only the junior lower god, but he bowed sincerely to solve it.

"Sorry, I'm teaching the questions asked by students that require him to think about and explain his cognitive answers before giving advice. Now I can't say it and the rewards my students have paid."

"Your Excellency, I am willing to listen to your teachings." The murderer respectfully handed over a card. "There are three hundred contributions here to be considered as my tuition fee. Please ask for your guidance."

"Three hundred points? Are you not afraid that I just lied to him?"

"Haha, although your strength is a little lower, what you are talking about is a fact. I am willing to bet with 300 points. You really know the reason. If you get the result, I can avoid getting much more than what I pay."

"Come on here, ah, Peter Pan is okay with him."

"It's okay, why is that teacher?"

"Didn't I say that you need to think about it yourself and tell me your answer. This is the first homework I give you. You need to give your answer before you arrive at your home. You will also wait until his home will give your answer."

After walking out of the Killer Union for more than half an hour, he arrived at the Peter Pan family. Peter Pan led Clark and the accompanying Killer easily moved into Peter Pan's courtyard.

"Tell me your answer, Peter Pan."

"I...I don't know." Peter Pan lowered his head and stammered for a long time before he said it.

"You said, by the way, what's your name?"

"Teacher, my name is Nawu's nickname. I have always thought that the strong men in the family were exhausted or their rigid thinking caused their understanding to decrease, so they paused at a level and could not go further, or they were too focused on power and intrigues to practice. However, after listening to the teacher's words, it seemed that they could not improve. I thought about it a lot, but I still couldn't think of the reason. Is it because there are too many cultivation resources that made their mentality of cultivation go astray?"

"Peter Pan, what did what I said touch you?"

"Teacher, is it because of using too many cultivation resources to improve your strength?" Peter Pan said with some uncertainty.

"There is indeed a little bit of a relationship. Anyone who practices needs it, but everything is two-sided. While improving their strength, it is also tempting you to rely on the cultivation resources to quickly improve it will make you addicted to this cultivation speed. Once you stop, it will be unbearable to let your cultivation mood appear flaws." Clark picked up a broken branch from the ground and removed the small branches on it. He left the straight branches. He waved forward without force, but a sword energy flew out. Peter Pan and Nawu both widened their eyes and let ordinary branches emit sword energy without hurting the branches. What kind of ability is this? "I'm surprised, right? This is what all families and sects neglected when cultivating subordinate cultivators, the foundation."

Clark looked at the two of them and the servants serving the side and the guards who were very close to them. "You may say that you have never had any training in Hulu's basics and even some people practiced the basics to the Great Perfection. Do you think it was Great Perfection when I just waved the branches?"

"The effect of Dzogchen is definitely even far beyond that of the Great Perfection."

"But why can it be improved after the Great Perfection?" Clark smiled and waved the branches casually again. This time the branches did not emit sword energy but tore the space into a space crack of about a foot. It was unheard of forcing the space with branches torn apart the space without damage. "How powerful is this than before?"

"This time it is a thousand times stronger than the previous one." Nawu gave an approximate judgment.

"The first time is the effect I got after practicing the first billion times after Dzogchen, and the second time is the effect I got after practicing the third billion times after Dzogchen. Do you understand what I want to say?"

"Yes, teacher, that's the Great Perfection, isn't the limit, am I right?"

"That's right." After saying that, Clark danced in front of the two of them with a branch. He used the most basic sword technique in the divine world, but the power in his hands was comparable to that of the top sword technique. Moreover, this was the effect he had not used any divine power and achieved by relying on his strength, which made everyone's eyes a little dull.

"Oh my God, can the teacher reach this level by just practicing the basics?"

"Only 60% of them are. Part of the basic sword technique I have shown to you is the effect brought by the basic cultivation, and the other part is that the two are added together to achieve the effect just now."

"Teacher, is it still time for me to practice basics now?" Nawu asked with some anxiety.

"It's never too late. Even if you have the strength to reach the Divine Emperor, you can practice the basics."

"I only teach you ten days, so hurry up and show you the combat skills you have practiced first, Peter Pan, you can start the basic training of your weapons for 30,000 times each, and you are not allowed to use any power or props other than physical strength."

Under Clark's supervision, his two temporary disciples began training. During the training, Clark gave them some of his own insights. It can be said that Clark really tried his best to teach them how they trained the two of them like grandsons, but their solid basic skills made them feel that they were really getting stronger and the feeling of being inconsistent in the previous period gradually disappeared during training. Now the two admired Clark even though Clark was weaker than both, they were extremely respectful in front of Clark.

Ten days are almost the same as blinking for cultivators in the divine realm. It should be when Clark left that he instructed the two temporary disciples, "Give you a training plan. After completing each basic movement 100,000 times to reach the Great Perfection, no combat skills are allowed to be used until each basic movement is completed 100 million times."

"Yes!" Peter Pan and Nawu respectfully bowed and sent Clark away. During the ten days of training, they were as close as brother Peter Pan. Pan had invited Nawu to practice with him. The two could exchange their experience in practicing and supervise and encourage each other.

Clark came to the meeting place of the merchant group. Attacks in the public star field are not allowed to attack the merchant group, but it is not absolutely prohibited. So some people will attack the merchant group, so each merchant group will hire the people from the murderer union to protect them. Because the murderer has a union treaty restriction, he will never turn back on his mission. You can trust him. Even the most evil and cruel person must abide by the union treaty as long as he joins the murderer. Therefore, the merchant group will trust the murderer who accepts the mission.

The merchant group was responsible for receiving the mission-slaughter. Seeing that Clark had only the strength of an intermediate lower god (Clark completed the promotion in the ten days of being a mentor by Peter Pan Nawu). However, according to the rules, Clark was assigned to a carriage. If there were no monsters or enemies to attack, he could easily take the carriage to the destination of the merchant group. The soul-devourer who also accepted the mission was even more dissatisfied with Clark's low strength than the people in the merchant group. In their eyes, Clark could not help at all. It was just a person who did not give or get the hard work of others. So several murderers leaned over with a bad look on their faces and could feel what they were going to do without saying anything.

"Don't bother me!" Clark ignored them and turned over to the carriage. Several murderers were so angry that they pressed their weapons and were about to explode. But they immediately stopped in cold sweat because each of them was a biting Clark clone standing beside them. Clark's clone's strength was quite strong and Clark's head-on battle. These people were not afraid, but the broken blade of the clone was placed on their carotid artery and they had to consider it.

"Don't bother me!" Each clone made a voice from Clark to warn the murderers that they dissipated like smoke. The murderers looked at each other in horror and turned to leave. Clark had shown them that they were powerful enough to accept the task, so they had to leave. It was obvious that Clark was stronger than them and that it was no different from seeking death if they violated the will of the strong.

"Time is time to set off!" The order of the general manager in front of the caravan gave the murderers a step, and they quickly returned to their carriage.

Clark looked up at the head of the merchant group in the carriage. There was no energy fluctuation on his body, but Clark felt that his strength should be about the primary master god. He glanced at the central carriage of the merchant group and saw three senior master gods and one junior master god in it. He should be an important figure and guard of the merchant group, but it had nothing to do with him. Clark lowered his eyes again as if he was asleep.

Just as Clark stood in front of the team and gave the order, it was cold behind the general manager who was staring at the natural enemy. He quickly looked at the defense line that was conveyed by this feeling just as he saw Clark's eyes swept to the carriage. His face turned pale, but when he saw Clark just glanced at the carriage, he lowered his eyes and showed no hostility or badness on his body, he breathed a long sigh. He quickly arranged the matter and then went to the carriage to pedal the carriage to the outside world. He claimed that this was his seat.

He was responsible for the caravan's operation, but in fact, the little lady from their business group was sitting in the carriage. The little lady was targeted by a strong man. The strong man was preparing to force the girl to rob her while the little lady was out of business. They had to send a substitute and half of the elite guards to protect the substitute to disturb the other party's sight. He escorted the young lady home in the name of bringing goods back to the headquarters, and no matter how powerful the other party was, he would not dare to openly attack the headquarters of the merchant group.

"Borbon, I just felt someone locked us up and did you find out?" said a middle-aged woman.

"Yes, Lord Nibixia. He is a middle-level god killer who has received the mission. He is very strange and can easily suppress six top-level god-powered killers. And when he looks at me, I feel like a natural enemy is locked, but I don't notice that the other party is hostile."

"Be careful and don't show your feet and let the other party discover it."

"clear."

"Can Housekeeper Ross point out the murderer and show me?"

"Okay, little lady." Superintendent Rose of the merchant group pointed at Clark who was sleeping through the carriage curtain. "It was him."

The little lady sitting in the carriage looked at Clark's eyes and fluctuated, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Little Miss!"

"I'm fine. Nibixia's grandma is very powerful. Maybe it's because my strength is too low. In short, my law of cause and effect cannot be detected."

"What can block the law of cause and effect!" The few people in the carriage were stupid. Although their strength was only middle and low, they had rich experience. Of course, they had heard of the level of strong people who could block the law of cause and effect. In their team, a big man like this made them very frightened. They had no idea what this big man intended.

"Oh! Can't I spend a quiet vacation? Just hide the answer in my heart and don't reveal it. Otherwise, if it disturbs my interest, you are ready to bear my anger! Also, you little girl are not strong enough. Don't use the law of cause and effect frequently, otherwise it will damage your potential foundation and lifespan."

"Yes, yes!" several people in the carriage quickly promised.
Chapter completed!