Chapter 386: Chapter 355: Come, kill me!
[Ding! The Celestial Chosen Protagonist, with your help, has obtained the cultivation technique, and you will receive a portion of their Fortune Value!]
[Your initial Fortune Value is 3000%, increased by 100%, totaling 3100%!]
A cold prompt sounded in Chen Zhixing’s mind.
"Oh? Can Fortune Value be obtained like this?"
Chen Zhixing raised an eyebrow, a slight hint of surprise appearing in his eyes.
In this way, after the Celestial Chosen Protagonist became his disciple, the ways to obtain Fortune Value increased by adding assistance along with suppression.
"If that’s the case, then Lin’er and the Little One need to quickly become stronger, because only when they become stronger can I obtain better things from it." Chen Zhixing’s gaze flickered.
"Master, what about me?"
The Little One’s eyes were bright and full of expectation as he looked at Chen Zhixing.
"You don’t need to rush."
Chen Zhixing withdrew his thoughts, smiling as he ruffled the Little One’s head. After much consideration about the Little One’s cultivation technique, he finally decided to follow the plot of the game "Great Cultivation" and train in that "Primordial Truth"!
This isn’t difficult; just take the Little One to the Stone Race Ancestral Lands.
If he remembered correctly, that "Primordial Truth" is in the Stone Race Ancestral Lands.
"Okay then." The Little One blinked, somewhat disappointed.
After finishing lunch.
"Master, I want to return to Lin’an City to bid farewell to my parents."
Wang Lin asked Chen Zhixing for leave.
"Okay."
Chen Zhixing nodded, then instructed Hua Linghou by his side with a few words.
"I understand."
Hua Linghou glanced at Wang Lin and, amidst Wang Lin’s somewhat puzzled look, laughed heartily:
"To return home without wealth is like wearing brocade clothes and walking at night. Don’t worry, I will definitely make sure the ceremony is grand!"
Wang Lin became even more puzzled upon hearing this: "Ah?"
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As the new disciples returned one after another, Ziwei Mountain became unusually quiet.
In the secret chamber.
Chen Zhixing sat cross-legged, and with his breathing, infinite Spiritual Qi twisted around him, surging toward him.
"What is cause and effect?"
Chen Zhixing’s brow furrowed slightly, his eyes filled with thoughts.
The Cause and Effect Tao is one of the most obscure and difficult to cultivate among the Three Thousand Tao. In terms of difficulty, it far surpasses the Life and Death Tao!
At least Chen Zhixing, in the current East Profound Domain, has never heard of anyone cultivating the Cause and Effect Tao.
Even looking at endless ancient history, no strong individual was ever known for the Cause and Effect Tao!
At Qianyang Academy, claimed as the place that educates myriad Tao, there was once a remark on the Cause and Effect Tao —
When destiny is absent, only cause and effect reign!
The terror of the Cause and Effect Tao is thus evident.
"Come on!"
Chen Zhixing slowly closed his eyes, uttering two words.
In an instant!
In his Sea of Consciousness, a purple Great Tao Seed floated up and slowly merged into his Spiritual Sea.
Boom—!!!
Instantly, Chen Zhixing’s Spiritual Sea shook violently, stirring up towering waves.
A flood of insights about the Cause and Effect Tao surged into Chen Zhixing’s mind.
Chen Zhixing emitted a muffled hum from his nose, his enormous Divine Thought immediately activating to absorb these insights on the Cause and Effect Tao!
One day.
Two days.
Three days.
.....
Seven days.
In the blink of an eye, seven days had passed.
In the secret chamber, Chen Zhixing, who hadn’t moved in these seven days like a statue, slowly opened his eyes.
A divine light surged three inches within his eyes, and endless Great Tao Runes constantly rotated in the depths of his pupils, looking divine yet not human!
"Cause and effect... interesting."
Chen Zhixing looked inwardly, seeing in his Spiritual Sea a four-legged two-ear ancient cauldron floating quietly above the surface, like a Stabilizing Needle.
A purple Great Tao Seed seemed to resist entering that ancient cauldron, constantly rising and falling.
Chen Zhixing withdrew his inner vision and looked toward the distance.
"What is cause and effect..."
"Cause and effect are about sowing seeds to reap fruits. The Great Tao is simple; to put it simply, sow a melon, reap a melon; sow a bean, reap a bean."
"The geese heading south carry grass seeds, scattering them on the ground; this is the cause."
"Next year, this place will be lush with vegetation. The green grass thrives; this is the effect."
"Cause and effect, like a line, numerous causes and effects form a large net!"
"And that large net is called destiny!"
The mist in Chen Zhixing’s eyes gradually dissipated, becoming increasingly bright and clear!
In the next moment, Chen Zhixing seemed to think of something, his face showing excitement, and he strode out of the secret chamber.
The morning sun bathed the earth, bringing a bit of warmth to this autumn day.
On a lawn of the Third Peak, the short-limbed Little One Shi Huang was holding a wooden sword, constantly making ’hum! ha!’ sounds, practicing swordplay earnestly.
"As I see it, the first step in the Sword Dao is the application of techniques! Only when the techniques are perfected can they turn into skills!"
"Mastering swordplay is necessary for becoming a technique!"
"Perfecting sword technique means truly entering the hall, being titled a Sword Tao Grandmaster externally."
Dugu Ni sat on a blue stone, stroking his beard, constantly guiding the Little One in practicing swordplay.
"Sword techniques are not flashy attack methods, but three words — swift, accurate, fierce!"
"If your sword isn’t steady, how can you achieve swift, accurate, fierce?"
His expression was serious, as he explained the true essence of the Sword Dao to the Little One, continuously correcting the Little One’s movements.
Seeing this, Chen Zhixing couldn’t help but nod slightly. It was clear Dugu Ni really considered the Little One as his own Sword Dao successor.
He could understand Dugu Ni.
Dugu Ni had no children, and his closest blood relatives were all slaughtered by the Sikong family. He had been thinking of accepting disciples for years.
His first target was actually Chen Zhixing.
But after meeting and sparring with swords once, he thought... well, forget it.
His second target was Shanyang.
But Shanyang had already cultivated Thunder Tao, so he had to let it go.
As for Ruan Nanzhu, he also guided him, but unfortunately Ruan Nanzhu had quite good talent in cultivation, already at the True Self Fifth Layer at just over twenty, but for Sword Dao talent, his aptitude was only mediocre.
As for the Little One, initially he casually gave a few pointers, but soon he was pleasantly surprised to find that the Little One had an extraordinary talent for the Sword Dao, veritably gifted by the heavens!
He had taught for just a few days, yet the Little One had already achieved proficiency in the First Realm of sword techniques!
How old is the Little One?
He is confident that if the Little One continues to cultivate the Sword Dao, by the time he reaches adulthood, purely in terms of Sword Tao Realm, he won’t be beneath Chen Zhixing!
From a distance, seeing this, Chen Zhixing couldn’t help nodding slightly.
The Little One, with his Emperor Purple Fate fully blessed, is a peerless being, even without the Longevity Bone.
With Dugu Ni’s full guidance, the future will surely be glorious on the path of the Sword Dao.
"Master!!!"
Originally practicing swordplay, with snot bubbles hanging under his nose, the Little One was delighted when he saw the distant figure clad in white clothes and white hair. He dropped the wooden sword and ran towards Chen Zhixing, followed by a leap, diving into Chen Zhixing’s embrace.
"Hey, snot! Don’t wipe it on me!"
Chen Zhixing, with a dark expression, pushed away the Little One’s round head and looked at the white mark on the hem of his white clothes.
"Yah yah!" The Little One was delighted, dancing with joy.
"Alright, Biluo is making mung bean cake, go help mix the dough."
Chen Zhixing chased away the snot-nosed Little One, then walked toward Dugu Ni.
"Young Master, you’ve taken a good disciple."
Dugu Ni smiled at Chen Zhixing, preferring the title Young Master to the title of Patriarch.
"Him? Just a snot-nosed kid, forget it."
Chen Zhixing pouted, then looked at Dugu Ni, changing the topic to ask with a smile:
"Dugu, is your sword still sharp?"
Dugu Ni was slightly taken aback, puzzled, but replied without hesitation:
"Sharp!"
"That’s good."
Catching the reply, Chen Zhixing’s smile grew even wider. He first pointed to his chest, then spread his hands without any defense and said:
"Come, stab here with all your strength!"
"Kill me!"