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Chapter 292: Fire Chi Transformation and the Pig Demon Method, The Third Year of Great Governance!
🕑 Added 2024-12-15 13:47:59 +0000 UTCReturning to the Daoyuan Continent, it was unclear if King Tianyan had deliberately chosen to traverse the ancient subterranean paths governed by the Kunyuan Academy.
"Passing by two academies without entering—if Meng Xiaozi finds out, he'll be furious," King Tianyan remarked with a hearty laugh.
Zhao Xing couldn’t help but feel helpless. After receiving an extension of a hundred years to his lifespan, King Tianyan’s demeanor had seemingly reverted to that of a mischievous youth.
However, Zhao Xing truly had no time to indulge in writing essays or theoretical treatises for the Earth School. His focus was entirely on mastering the Heavenly Timing Methods.
His immediate goal was to elevate his proficiency in top-tier techniques from the introductory stage (Lower Three Transformations) to a more stable level (Middle Three Transformations).
The process itself was grueling. Any distractions would severely hinder his progress and potentially render many techniques incomplete.
Moreover, his primary focus this time was on the Hou Transformation Method.
For external training, the challenges were manageable. However, internal training in Hou Transformation carried significant risks.
A single misstep could lead to Qi deviation, resulting in severe physical anomalies.
The thought of being stuck with a pig-like appearance, unable to revert, was enough to keep Zhao Xing laser-focused on his cultivation!
"Ka-ka-ka-ka—"
The protective barrier of the Silver Dragon Airship shuddered violently, emitting a sharp grinding sound as it encountered the flame flow layer outside.
"The Silver Dragon Airship still isn't up to the task," King Tianyan observed after a glance. "We've only been flying for two ke, and the mechanism array is already maxed out, with the barrier emitting such loud noises."
"The ancient subterranean paths weren’t designed for ordinary vessels, yet you insisted on taking this route," Zhao Xing replied as he opened the array compartment, extracting a smoking mechanism plate. He promptly replaced it with a rectangular mechanism plate loaded with a Seventh-Rank Yuan Crystal.
The protective barrier stabilized once more, though the noise persisted.
These ancient paths weren’t suitable for Seventh-Rank airships, let alone smaller vessels.
At minimum, warships of the same rank or higher were required. Even standard tower ships struggled due to insufficient protective capabilities.
The Silver Dragon Airship, being a combat vessel designed for a first-class marquis, was relatively advanced.
Navigating the ancient subterranean paths subjected the vessel to immense pressures from the top-tier earth veins and the friction caused by ultra-high-speed movements within the flowing energy.
That said, the speed was truly remarkable.
Every ancient subterranean path was dozens of times faster than Zhao Xing’s current Kunpeng Transformation speed.
While its transportation speed was slightly inferior to that of the Lihuo Altar or the Biyou Canghai, its cargo capacity far exceeded theirs.
The Lihuo Altar couldn’t transport armies or materials in the tens of millions, and the Biyou Canghai was confined to the territories of Pinghai Province. By contrast, the ancient subterranean paths could easily handle such massive scales.
Three ke later, the airship's speed began to decelerate sharply.
The grinding noise from the protective barrier gradually subsided.
"We’ve arrived at Qianqing Commandery."
King Tianyan stood up.
Outside the airship, the blurred scenery cleared, revealing three colossal openings in the surrounding rocky walls.
Each opening was reinforced by large, outward-curving metal claw structures. From the outside, they resembled massive iron barrels embedded into the rock face.
Given that Zhao Xing’s airship was relatively small, it entered a tunnel with a diameter of only 300 meters.
The other two openings, each over 1,000 meters in diameter, were reserved for warships.
"Buzz—"
The Silver Dragon Airship passed through the tunnel's protective barrier. Immediately, it was enveloped by two deep-blue, semi-liquid light beams that propelled it upward at an incredible speed.
"This is the Water Path Channel, utilizing the power of water veins within the earth veins," King Tianyan explained, assuming Zhao Xing had never seen such a marvel.
"Impressive!" Zhao Xing responded enthusiastically, playing along.
In truth, not only had Zhao Xing witnessed such formations before, but he had also repaired them.
In his previous life, after ascending to higher levels, he frequently undertook Earth School missions, most of which involved repairing and excavating ancient subterranean paths.
This was particularly true during Emperor Wu’s campaigns against the Southern Barbarians, where they fought and repaired these paths simultaneously.
The rewards for these missions were generous, attracting countless Earth School practitioners, whose industrial fervor burned brightly.
Yet Zhao Xing’s admiration was genuine.
In his past life, by the time they reached the Flame Light Court, the situation had grown dire.
The Babok Worms wreaked havoc on the subterranean paths, causing catastrophic damage.
Countless mechanists and Earth School Shennong were buried alive or devoured by these creatures.
Once the Babok Worms appeared, even escape via subterranean paths was impossible.
The fear of these worms left Zhao Xing deeply scarred. Enthusiasm for these missions plummeted among practitioners.
During Emperor Jing’s campaigns to pacify the Southern Barbarians, direct engagements with the Flame Light Court were rare. Emperor Jing had not prioritized constructing or repairing subterranean paths, so the full might of the Flame Light Court remained veiled.
"Boom!"
The Silver Dragon Airship jolted violently as it erupted from the earth like a geyser.
The vessel spun several times before stabilizing.
"Whoosh—"
Adjusting its direction, Zhao Xing piloted the airship toward the academy district of Qianqing Commandery.
Qianqing Commandery covered an expansive area. Even when combining the territories of Kunyuan Commandery and Shangluo Commandery and tripling their size, they still paled in comparison to Qianqing Commandery.
The Xuantian Academy occupied only half the commandery, yet its scale made it the largest among the three major schools.
This was inevitable. The Heaven School required vast territory due to the extensive scope of its techniques. Without sufficient space, proper cultivation and experimentation were impossible.
The Xuantian Academy’s gatehouses were grandiose. Each of its eight entrance arches towered high into the clouds, located at cardinal and intercardinal points around the academy.
Entering the academy involved navigating nine levels of paths.
There were three Cloud Paths, three Tree Paths, and three Earth Paths.
Within the Xuantian Academy, various courtyards such as the Lotus Courtyard, Mountain Courtyard, and Earth Lake Courtyard were established.
Even practitioners from the Earth School and the Self School could find dedicated facilities for their studies.
Since the Seventy-Two Dao Academies joined the Great Zhou, they embraced inclusivity. Even the Martial God Hall housed divisions for mechanists, Shennong priests, ritualists, and musicians.
Some of these sub-academies became renowned over time, even achieving regional prominence.
For example, Xuantian Academy’s Xuantian Liangshan Courtyard was particularly famous.
Not only had it pioneered new top-tier Earth School techniques, but it also housed experts specializing in mountain-focused methods, striving to create the ultimate Earth School technique.
Another notable division was the Golden Body Courtyard of the Hou Transformation School. It developed techniques to forge martial golden bodies, including the Dragon Blood Golden Body, now ranked among the top martial physiques.
Other professional disciplines achieved similar breakthroughs.
In short, the Seventy-Two Dao Academies adhered to one principle: outcompete others in their field, then expand to dominate new disciplines!
Of course, achievements rarely exceeded the top-tier level. Ultimate techniques or concepts were beyond the reach of even the most ambitious practitioners.
Nonetheless, these innovations were more than sufficient for attracting students and funding.
"Hey, the Holy Son has arrived!"
"Quick, junior brother, block the roads and assemble the ceremonial team for a proper welcome with drums and gongs!"
As Zhao Xing disembarked from the airship, the playful banter of Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing reached his ears.
Zhao Xing, unbothered by their teasing, immediately retorted, "How bold of you two elders to neglect preparing beauties and luxurious carriages for my arrival! Not even a welcoming banner? This is blatant disrespect!"
"Guards! Drag them away for execution!"
But who else was present other than the three of them?
King Tianyan, however, decided to join the fun. Jumping off the airship, he sternly produced an official token, saying, "By your command!"
Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing were momentarily stunned upon seeing King Tianyan.
A First-Rank Fate Officer! He wasn’t joking!
Realizing the situation, the two quickly dropped their jovial demeanor and bowed respectfully to King Tianyan. "Greetings, King Tianyan. We didn’t realize you were here. Please forgive our lapse in etiquette."
King Tianyan cheerfully waved his hand, saying, "I’m just here as a chaperone. Don’t mind me; just pretend I’m not here."
Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing had interacted with King Tianyan before.
While the king could tease them, they dared not reciprocate in kind. Immediately, they respectfully bowed and led Zhao Xing and King Tianyan toward the Hou Bian Academy.
"Is Ling Tianchen currently in the academy?" King Tianyan inquired.
"The director is occupied with official matters and will return in a day," Hu Yang replied.
"Hmm, then take us to rest for now," King Tianyan instructed.
The training plan for Zhao Xing wasn’t something to discuss with Hu Yang or Zhang Tianxing. Any arrangements were best settled directly with Ling Tianchen.
"Understood," they replied.
The Hou Bian Academy's atmosphere starkly contrasted with other Shennong Academies. Where the latter featured lush greenery and blooming flora, this academy was teeming with beasts, with humans being the rarity.
"Most of these aren’t actual beasts. They’ve been altered through Transformation Techniques," Zhao Xing observed, noting the varied forms moving through the area. In this place, humans almost felt out of place.
King Tianyan frowned slightly. "Why does this place feel like the Dao of Creation Academy?"
Over the course of a day exploring the academy, their impressions diverged drastically. Zhao Xing was exhilarated, marveling at the changes he witnessed. To him, this was an abundance of techniques and knowledge. The academy’s flourishing mastery of Transformation Techniques truly lived up to its reputation as a sacred land.
But King Tianyan saw only danger. Summoning Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing, he asked, "Does the Hou Bian Academy have any unreported, dangerous training or research programs?"
Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing exchanged glances before shaking their heads. "No."
"Make sure you don’t create any abominations," King Tianyan warned before retreating to his room.
Zhao Xing understood that King Tianyan’s reaction stemmed from his preference for avoiding trouble. Many of the training and research projects here walked a fine line along the boundaries of legality and ethics. Even when they didn’t cross into outright illegality, they could be morally objectionable to certain perspectives.
Of course, King Tianyan’s concerns weren’t rooted in morality. His thoughts had wandered to the unnerving practices of the Dao of Creation Academy, worrying about potential catastrophic outcomes.
The following day, Ling Tianchen arrived as promised. A Jiao descended from the sky, but upon landing, transformed into a human figure.
"Greetings, Director," Zhao Xing saluted.
Legend spoke of the Jiao, one of the nine dragon sons, bearing the head of a dragon and the body of a fish. It was said to dwell in dangerous areas, often observing its surroundings and capable of spewing waves and summoning rain. Ling Tianchen, in his Jiao form, could effortlessly command the Weak Water and had led forces to slay the Purple Feather King and Xuan King, securing control of the Weak Water Channel.
"Zhao Xing, you’ve arrived," Ling Tianchen said, smiling faintly.
His features were distinct, with prominent cheekbones and an unusually robust skeletal structure exuding immense vitality. His aura bore a resemblance to the presence emitted by Shi Wenxuan when wielding the Dragon Curse, but for Ling Tianchen, this overwhelming presence was his natural state, as if his very essence was inherently superior to others.
"King Tianyan," Ling Tianchen acknowledged the king with a mere nod before turning back to Zhao Xing.
"You wish to train in Transformation Techniques? It happens that I have some time. I’ll teach you personally."
"Come with me," he added.
"Wait," King Tianyan interjected. "Director Ling, shouldn’t we discuss this first?"
"Discuss?" Ling Tianchen tilted his head slightly, his faintly purple pupils emanating a subtle yet oppressive aura. "Discuss what?"
"Zhao Xing’s training plan," King Tianyan clarified.
"No need for discussion. I’ve already decided," Ling Tianchen replied flatly.
King Tianyan clasped his hands in acknowledgment but pressed, "Then at least allow me to observe."
"Out of the question," Ling Tianchen shook his head. "The specifics involve classified knowledge."
King Tianyan’s eyes narrowed slightly. "Zhao Xing’s training also involves sensitive matters. How can I remain uninformed of such critical details?"
"I said no," Ling Tianchen stated firmly.
King Tianyan’s temper flared. "And if I insist?"
Ling Tianchen’s gaze turned cold, his voice carrying the growl of a predator. "Tianyan, does the royal family intend to interfere in the internal inheritance of this academy? Even the Emperor never meddled. Who do you think you are?"
A palpable tension filled the air as if a storm were brewing between them.
Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing dared not breathe, their usual humor vanishing entirely. Even Zhao Xing felt the oppressive atmosphere. The Transformation Academy, as the strongest faction of the Heavenly Timing Division, afforded Ling Tianchen a status rivaling that of King Tianyan—or perhaps even exceeding it. While there were many titled royals, even first-rank officials, there was only one leader of the Transformation faction.
Why was Ling Tianchen so adamant about keeping King Tianyan uninformed? This wasn’t just about routine affairs—it concerned core inheritances. Allowing an outsider to know was tantamount to inviting interference, which was why Ling Tianchen was unyielding.
Sensing the escalating tension, Zhao Xing stepped forward, clasping his hands in deference. "Director, His Highness is only concerned for my safety. He has no intention of violating the academy’s rules."
Turning to King Tianyan, Zhao Xing added, "Your Highness, with the Director’s guidance, I assure you there won’t be any problems. Please rest assured."
The atmosphere eased slightly.
Ling Tianchen extended an olive branch. "King Tianyan, I guarantee that not even a hair on him will be harmed."
King Tianyan snorted, "If anything does happen, prepare for the Imperial Sword to descend upon you."
Despite his words, he ultimately relented, allowing Ling Tianchen to take Zhao Xing.
With King Tianyan stepping back, Ling Tianchen said no more. He grabbed Zhao Xing and soared into the sky.
The Jiao’s speed was incredible, weaving through clouds and storms. Zhao Xing could neither discern the surroundings nor keep track of time. All he knew was that he was descending, the speed gradually decreasing.
As the scenery steadied, the Jiao emerged from the clouds.
Below was a sprawling grassland, with palatial structures stretching endlessly into the horizon.
"Whoosh—"
Ling Tianchen’s body underwent a remarkable transformation. His rigid claws softened into human hands in the blink of an eye, returning to his humanoid form upon landing.
"We’re here," Ling Tianchen said in a deep voice. "This is the Hou Bian Academy’s sacred ground for inheritances."
"Director, is this a micro-world?" Zhao Xing scanned his surroundings, sensing a subtle difference in the Five Elements and Yin-Yang energies compared to the outside world.
"Indeed. It’s called the Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven, and it doesn’t exist within the archives of the Great Zhou," Ling Tianchen replied as he led Zhao Xing forward.
"The Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven is exceptionally suited for cultivating the Transmutation Method," Ling Tianchen explained as he led Zhao Xing forward. "Here, the natural forces have been specially adjusted. Ten-year transmutations are common, and there are over three hundred zones for century-level transmutations."
"Furthermore," he added with a faint smile, "the Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven contains five specific sites where millennia-level transmutations occur regularly. However, such transmutations require extensive preparation. Presently, all five sites are in the process of accumulating energy. The next one won't manifest for another 143 years."
Zhao Xing was momentarily stunned. A controlled transmutation site? The concept was revolutionary—it meant the ability to mass-produce high-level exotic beasts systematically.
For cultivators of the Transmutation Method, these controlled sites were invaluable training grounds. In the past, Zhao Xing had used his Occupation Method to locate several natural transmutation sites in the Eastern Sea. Yet, most were unusable. Of the few he could utilize, they only sufficed to transform his Spirit Illusion Goat and Azure-Eyed Dragon Lion into their advanced forms.
But millennia-level transmutations were even rarer. Back then, he had spent countless days divining for one, only to stumble upon a Xuantian Sect stronghold that aligned perfectly with his findings. It was no coincidence; the Xuantian Sect and the Xuantian Academy shared a common lineage.
Still, the Eastern Sea's transmutation site differed vastly from the Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven. The former was an uncontrolled, unpredictable phenomenon, while the latter boasted five regulated, high-tier zones. These zones allowed for precise control over the duration, intensity, range, and even the outcome of transmutations.
"The Transmutation Faction truly deserves its reputation as Xuantian Academy's greatest strength," Zhao Xing couldn't help but marvel.
Ling Tianchen chuckled at his reaction. "Did anyone ever think the Transmutation Faction's strength was an exaggeration? During the ancient era, the Xuantian Divine Sect's successors were exclusively chosen from our ranks."
He raised a hand, emphasizing his point. "There are records of more than sixteen ultimate techniques within the Transmutation Method!"
Zhao Xing feigned astonishment, though he knew this figure was entirely plausible. After all, the seventy-two Solar Terms naturally aligned with the concept of transmutation. Theoretically, there could be seventy-two variations of the Transmutation Method. However, even during the spirit energy era, not all could be achieved.
Ling Tianchen's tone carried no hint of boasting. After all, during that period, the sect's leader always hailed from the Transmutation Faction. In an era teeming with spiritual energy and divine beasts, the myriad straw puppet techniques of the Self Faction were no match for the raw power of the Transmutation Method.
Of course, Zhao Xing thought wryly, if the Self Faction's techniques included divine trees nurtured in Pure Essence Soil, the story might have been different. With a divine tree as protection, Shennong cultivators of the Self Faction would have been virtually invincible. While the Transmutation Method could create high-level beasts, it couldn't contend with such defensive mastery.
Ling Tianchen's voice pulled him from his musings. "There's no point in dwelling on past glories. Times have changed. The end of the ancient era brought about a drastic reduction in divine and exotic beasts, leading to the decline of the Transmutation Method."
He sighed. "Nowadays, it's incredibly challenging to obtain the pure bloodlines needed to support cultivation."
Zhao Xing nodded solemnly. Compared to the spirit energy era, the current vitality-based cultivation era indeed posed significant challenges. True divine beasts had vanished, replaced by hybrids whose bloodlines were far from pure. Names like Azure Luan, Fire Phoenix, Azure Dragon, Black Tortoise, Vermilion Bird, and Qilin referred only to beasts carrying traces of these legendary creatures' bloodlines.
People clung to these names because the beasts bore some resemblance to ancient depictions. Yet their strength paled compared to the divine beasts of legend.
Ling Tianchen gestured around them. "Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven isn't just ideal for cultivating the Transmutation Method. It also preserves many rare and precious bloodlines, some nearly identical to those of the ancient era."
As they approached a cluster of grand palaces, a large signboard came into view, inscribed with the words: Rare Beast Palace.
From within the surrounding halls, deep roars and cries echoed, some guttural, others sharp and piercing.
"Roar~"
"Hiss~"
Zhao Xing observed that the buildings in this area were constructed much taller and sturdier than the outer halls of the spring palace.
Ling Tianchen continued, "This place houses countless rare species that are extinct in the outside world—creatures like the Unicorn, Nether Moon Elephant, Purple Phoenix, Tiangang Divine Fire Ant, and Golden God Toad."
"Even those that haven't gone extinct have far purer bloodlines here compared to their counterparts outside."
As Ling Tianchen led Zhao Xing through the palaces, Zhao Xing's eyes widened with amazement. Many of the creatures on display were ones he had never encountered before, not even in his previous life. This truly felt like a rare and extraordinary zoological collection.
At this point, Ling Tianchen turned to Zhao Xing and asked, "Are you wondering why I wouldn't allow Tianyan King to enter this area?"
Caught off guard, Zhao Xing quickly responded, "I dare not speculate. However, I trust that you must have compelling reasons for your decision."
Ling Tianchen nodded approvingly. "Indeed. While these rare beasts are valuable, they are not the essence of the Transmutation Faction's heritage."
He paused for emphasis. "What truly matters are the bloodlines of beasts that approach the legendary divine creatures. For example, the Kunpeng essence blood you used to cultivate your 'Kunpeng Transformation'—do you know where it came from? From a living Kunpeng within Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven."
He gestured dramatically. "Wu Long's Jimo Transformation, Shang He’s Tianwu Transformation, and my very own Wen Transformation—they all originated here."
He pointed ahead, indicating a deep, shadowy pool. "Look closely—that's a Jimo."
The pool was like a giant, dark mirror, its waters icy and still. A bone-chilling cold emanated from its surface, forming a thin mist that crystallized into frost on the nearby rocks and trees. The water, though clear, glowed faintly with a mysterious blue hue.
Zhao Xing gasped as he spotted the Jimo—a creature with the head of a dragon, its horns glinting like icy crystals. Its body, humanoid and muscular, exuded an ancient and primal power. Perched on a massive stone in the pool, its talons dug deeply into the cracks, immovable and resolute. Fine feathers adorned its arms, trembling slightly in the cold wind, yet they seemed bound by an invisible force.
"Human body with a dragon's head, dwelling eternally in secluded pools, heralding tempests wherever it emerges," Zhao Xing murmured, recalling the ancient description of the Jimo.
"And there are nine of them here?" He stared in disbelief.
Indeed, the pool contained not one but nine Jimos. One, seemingly the eldest, lifted its head to meet Zhao Xing’s gaze. Its eyes gleamed briefly before it lowered its head again, resting as if uninterested.
Ling Tianchen smirked. "Impressive, isn’t it? Come, there's much more to see."
They moved on, and Zhao Xing’s awe deepened as they encountered the eight-headed, eight-faced Tianwu.
The path continued further, revealing more astonishing sights. Zhao Xing followed Ling Tianchen into another section, discovering thirty-six Tianwu housed in a grand hall.
Walking deeper into the compound, Zhao Xing passed through the Tengshe Palace, which housed seventy-two Tengshe, their sinewy forms coiling gracefully under a vast dome. Next was the White Tiger Palace, home to thirty-six White Tigers, each radiating a fierce, imposing aura.
As they proceeded, Zhao Xing caught glimpses of other mythical beasts: Destiny Blackbirds, Qilin, Vermillion Birds, and even a rare Five-Clawed Golden Dragon. These creatures exuded an aura surpassing the usual First Rank experts of the human race.
The sheer quantity of these mythical beasts was staggering. It wasn’t just one or two; every time Zhao Xing walked past, he would encounter dozens, and each was more awe-inspiring than the last.
As they walked, the mythical beasts would stop their activities to look at Ling Tianchen and Zhao Xing. Their gazes were filled with a certain spiritual light, almost as if imbued with humanlike intelligence and emotions. Zhao Xing couldn't shake the thought forming in his mind.
"Dean," Zhao Xing finally asked, his voice heavy with realization. "Mythical beasts are known to be incredibly difficult to breed. Does this mean—"
Ling Tianchen nodded solemnly, his face betraying no emotion. "Yes, it is as you suspect."
Zhao Xing’s expression shifted drastically. Even though he had guessed it earlier, seeing it confirmed before his eyes left him reeling.
The truth was brutal: these mythical beasts were once human. If mythical beasts had long been extinct, where did the Kunpeng essence blood come from? The answer was simple but harrowing. Practitioners of the Hou Transformation transformed themselves into the legendary beasts they sought to emulate, and after a certain period of time, they could no longer revert.
In Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven, a group of practitioners existed who cultivated the Hou Transformation not for combat, but for preservation. These individuals knowingly took on the transformation, dedicating their lives to ensuring the purity of the mythical bloodlines.
"The sect’s records trace the Hou Transformation back over a million years," Ling Tianchen explained. "When faced with the upheavals of the world, a group of Hou Transformation experts absorbed the pure essence blood of mythical beasts and decided to never transform back."
"They dedicated their lives to preserving the purity of these bloodlines," he continued. "Through relentless cultivation and the consumption of copious amounts of medicinal resources, they passed down their lineage. The mythical beasts housed here in the Rare Beast Palace are the result of this painstaking preservation."
"If any disciple with the talent to cultivate the Hou Transformation arises within the sect, they can draw upon the essence blood stored here to aid their practice. For the sake of the sect’s continuity, these individuals willingly make such sacrifices."
Ling Tianchen turned to Zhao Xing, his gaze profound. "I refuse to allow King Tianyan access here—not out of stubbornness, but because once the court controls Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven, the matter of consent will no longer be in our hands."
Zhao Xing nodded in understanding. The essence blood of mythical beasts was not only invaluable for cultivating the Hou Transformation but also held immense utility for martial artists, sorcerers, ritualists, and mechanists. If the ambitious Emperor gained control of this place, the practitioners of the Hou Transformation in the sect would undoubtedly face coercion, their lives reduced to tools of the state.
The Emperor of the Ji royal family was the only one with the authority to enforce such actions. Ling Tianchen’s firm stance in denying King Tianyan access now made perfect sense.
Standing before the gates of a majestic palace, Ling Tianchen gazed up at its plaque and spoke with an air of melancholy. "Sometimes, I wonder whether we should abolish this practice entirely and destroy this method."
Turning to Zhao Xing, he asked, "What do you think?"
Zhao Xing realized this was a test. A sect leader wouldn’t casually expose his inner vulnerability. Choosing his words carefully, Zhao Xing responded with a story.
"I once heard about a herd of ibex in the northern mountains," he began. "When faced with predators and driven to the edge of a cliff, the elder ibex would leap into the abyss, serving as stepping stones for the younger ones. This allowed the younger ibex to leap across and survive."
"There’s also a legend among physicians regarding the Thirteen Ghost Gate Needles. Before an apprentice is recognized as a master, they must first test their needles on their master."
"In mechanist circles, there's the practice of ‘blood-forging,’ where practitioners sacrifice themselves to refine their artifacts."
"Whether it’s a species’ survival or a sect’s inheritance, ensuring continuity takes precedence over everything else."
Ling Tianchen pressed further. "If you were the head of the Hou Transformation Institute, what would you do?"
Zhao Xing answered without hesitation. "If it were up to me, I would strive to find an alternative method. If survival depended on preserving this method, I would regulate its use to ensure no one is reduced to a mere tool."
Ling Tianchen nodded, a long silence following as he contemplated the answer. At last, he stepped aside. "Pay your respects here with three bows."
Only then did Zhao Xing notice the plaque above read Wen Palace. Inside, an ancient Wen gazed out at them, its expression serene. Following protocol, Zhao Xing knelt at the palace steps and bowed three times.
Nothing extraordinary happened. The Wen remained motionless, almost as though it were asleep.
Zhao Xing’s Kunpeng Transformation, inherited from Grand Shennong Li Boqian, was only at the level of a Top-Level Hou Transformation with Four Transformations. Ling Tianchen could have taught him more, but since Zhao Xing was destined to journey to the Dragon Court, learning the Dragon Clan’s Hou Transformation would be more suitable.
"The ultimate Hou Transformations are divided into three," Ling Tianchen explained. "Sky-Splitting Curse, which forms divine horns and carries inscriptions containing universal mysteries."
"The second is Zhuluo Method, created by the founding Grand Shennong Wu Cheng. It is a purely external refinement technique."
"The third is Wen, the Dragon Clan's Hou Transformation, which I currently cultivate."
Zhao Xing knew his choice was limited. The Wen Method was the only ultimate Hou Transformation connected to dragons, making it the natural choice.
Ling Tianchen continued, "If you were content with top-tier methods, you would have more options: Fire, Sky Dragon, Thunder Dragon, Baxia, or Kuangci."
Top-tier methods offered quicker results, but ultimate methods ensured unparalleled power and avoided future detours. Zhao Xing, uniquely talented, had the privilege of choice, unlike most practitioners who made do with whatever they could obtain.
Pausing, Zhao Xing asked, "Dean, isn’t the Grand Shennong’s Kunpeng Transformation considered an ultimate Hou Transformation?"
The Kunpeng was known to devour dragons. In theory, it should be an extraordinary technique. Yet Zhao Xing had never heard of it being classified among the ultimate methods, even in his past life.
Ling Tianchen said, "The Kunpeng Transformation, created by the Grand Shennong, should logically be classified as an ultimate method. However, after generations of cultivation, no one has been able to advance it to its ultimate state."
"If it cannot reach the ultimate level, it naturally cannot be called an ultimate method."
Zhao Xing nodded in agreement. As Ling Tianchen pointed out, if no one could achieve its ultimate potential, how could it truly be considered an ultimate method?
The Myriad Straw Puppets Technique was different. Though it belonged to the top-tier level, it was already comparable to the power of ultimate methods from other sects.
If one were to include them all, there were sixteen ultimate transformation techniques recorded within the archives of the Xuantian Sect, but many were incomplete or had other limitations, making them impossible to fully cultivate.
Talking about past glories was ultimately meaningless.
Ling Tianchen waved his hand, and a Wenzhu Box flew over from a distance.
"The Fire Transformation is an advanced top-tier method derived from the Wen Method."
"The Fire Transformation is based on the true intent of fire and is used to comprehend the changes within fire."
Opening the Wenzhu Box, Ling Tianchen continued:
"You will be allocated three drops of Fire Essence Blood every month."
"In addition, you will be given access to dragon blood baths, once every three days."
"When your Fire Transformation reaches the First Transformation, you will be sent to a controlled Transformation Zone to experience deeper changes."
"Understood." Zhao Xing listened intently, feeling overwhelmed with the incredible benefits he was receiving.
All of these were valuable resources and opportunities.
The status of being regarded as the Holy Son of the Transformation Sect, as praised by Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing, was clearly not just for show.
At the very least, these privileges were solid proof of that!
"I will personally oversee your special training."
Zhao Xing couldn't help but wonder what kind of training Ling Tianchen would provide.
As Ling Tianchen spoke, he suddenly exhaled a jet of flames from his mouth, igniting the entire valley.
"This is a small Transformation Zone."
"I will use this environment to train you in the Fire Transformation as part of your external transformation practice."
"Focus and feel the changes in your body."
"Understood."
Zhao Xing immediately concentrated his mind.
The Transformation Method was divided into External Transformation and Internal Transformation.
External Transformation caused uncontrollable changes to an enemy's physical structure, making it a lethal method for dealing with opponents.
However, it also included controllable changes. For example, Zhao Xing’s mastery of the Thunder Transformation allowed him to enhance the evolution of his war beasts to a certain extent.
Of course, accidents could still occur, which was part of what worried King Tianyan.
With Ling Tianchen’s advanced level, his Fire Transformation training could fully convert Zhao Xing into a Fire Form, allowing him to revert afterward.
The process in between would be Zhao Xing’s chance to comprehend and refine his skills.
The emphasis on inheritance within the Transformation Method was evident in such situations. Without proper mentorship, one could not rely on this method to cultivate effectively.
Practicing independently would not only be slow but also risk significant mishaps.
"Are you ready?"
"I'm ready."
"Transform!"
With a single gesture, Ling Tianchen released a strand of crimson light that immediately coiled around Zhao Xing’s right hand.
For this first attempt, Ling Tianchen proceeded cautiously, only applying the transformation to Zhao Xing’s right hand.
Even if something went wrong, the loss of an arm would be recoverable.
"Zzz—"
Zhao Xing’s right hand began to spasm as his skin cracked, his flesh and blood surging and quickly forming scales.
His bones extended, and in mere moments, Zhao Xing noticed his hand had transformed into a claw, complete with webbing between the fingers.
Pain seared through his hand, sharp and invasive, as his body underwent this dramatic shift in an instant.
Ling Tianchen had deliberately slowed the process to let Zhao Xing fully experience and internalize the transformation, ensuring he felt every nerve-rending moment of pain.
Paying close attention, Zhao Xing observed a strand of red light encircling the junction between his arm and claw.
This light locked the transformation in place, preventing it from spreading to his entire body.
This approach allowed Zhao Xing to clearly compare the differences between his transformed and untransformed parts.
"My flesh, bones, and meridians have completely changed."
"My vitality has fused in a peculiar way with my flesh and bones."
"But I can’t feel the scales or the claws at all—it’s like they’re numb."
Zhao Xing concentrated on sensing the changes.
After a moment, Ling Tianchen said, "Try moving your hand and observe the changes during motion."
"Understood." Zhao Xing attempted to control the movements with his will.
At first, his claw felt stiff and unresponsive, as though it didn’t belong to him.
Gradually, however, a faint sense of awareness began to emerge in his mind, outlining its approximate shape.
"Pay attention to the differences between the human body and the transformed body during movement."
"Especially at this point," Ling Tianchen pointed to the junction of the transformation. "I’ve controlled the changes here to make it gradual. Use your divine sense to trace the meridians and flesh at this intersection."
"Feel the presence of the scales and claws, as well as the flow of vitality."
Following the instructions, Zhao Xing focused his mind.
Before long, his claw began to move.
Ling Tianchen raised an eyebrow.
In less than fifteen minutes, Zhao Xing was already able to move the transformed part—an astonishing comprehension speed.
Back when Ling Tianchen had undergone similar training under his master, his first attempt had been a complete failure.
He hadn’t even been able to move the transformed part at all!
"My scales… my claws—" Zhao Xing closed his eyes, dispersing his soul into over forty-nine thousand strands of divine sense, spreading through his right arm.
In the martial cultivation path, mastery of the physical body was critical.
Precision in controlling one’s physical body determined mastery over strength.
Divine sense played a vital role in achieving this control.
When someone was groggy, their control over their body weakened. Conversely, when they were mentally sharp, their efficiency soared. This was because the body’s responsiveness improved.
Zhao Xing’s divine sense acted like an army of 49,999 scouts exploring the battlefield of his right hand, analyzing every detail.
Currently, Zhao Xing’s Yin-Yang Self Technique had reached the third level.
In his spiritual vision, the Five Elements Qi no longer appeared as wisps but as particles.
His level of precision was far superior to that of most practitioners who focused solely on the Heavenly Timing Method.
The benefits of cultivating across three sects were vividly evident at this moment.
"Rip—"
Zhao Xing suddenly swung his claw through the air, creating a sonic boom.
Ling Tianchen was momentarily stunned. The speed at which Zhao Xing had grasped the technique was astonishing!
How had he done it so quickly?
Zhao Xing flexed his arm, muttering to himself as he examined it, "What kind of Qilin Arm is this…?"
Ling Tianchen was momentarily dazed. He realized he might have underestimated Zhao Xing’s talent after all.
Zhao Xing’s progress in his cultivation was unprecedented. The mastery of techniques, once considered the work of prodigies, came to him with such ease that even someone as experienced as Ling Tianchen couldn’t help but marvel.
"Is it really possible for such a genius to exist in this world? Picking up secret techniques as effortlessly as breathing?" Ling Tianchen muttered to himself, gazing at Zhao Xing with a mix of admiration and disbelief.
From his time at the Xuantian Academy's Tianyuan Branch to his training at the Kunyuan Academy, Zhao Xing had consistently shattered expectations. Back then, even as a mere split soul, he mastered top-tier techniques in record time. Now, as his main body undertook advanced cultivation, his speed of progression was even more alarming.
"Zhao Xing, it seems I’ve underestimated you," Ling Tianchen finally said, his eyes glinting with renewed determination. "I’ll have to increase the intensity of your special training."
"Dean, go ahead!" Zhao Xing replied eagerly, his excitement barely contained. "Don’t hold back; I can take it!"
By the second year of the Great Governance Era, at the start of January, Zhao Xing had already begun mastering the fundamental transformations of the Fire Transformation Technique. Within ten short days, he had completed the first level and officially stepped into the introductory phase.
On January 15th, Zhao Xing successfully unlocked a talent-based secret art within the Fire Transformation Technique: Dragon Flame Burst.
As a cultivator with the ultimate Myriad Dao Physique, Zhao Xing’s body was naturally adept at harmonizing the essence of fire. This affinity enabled him to quickly grasp one of the profound innate abilities of the fire element. By the end of January, Zhao Xing had advanced to the second transformation of the Fire Transformation Technique, refining his mastery of Dragon Flame Burst to a proficient level.
By February 10th, the day of the Spring Festival, Zhao Xing achieved the third transformation of the Fire Transformation Technique. His control over Dragon Flame Burst became seamless and precise. Experimenting further, he incorporated Dragon Speech Incantation into his fiery form.
The effects were immediate. Zhao Xing noticed a significant enhancement in the power and fluency of his incantations. Even his articulation and energy control improved with his fiery transformation.
"By the authority of an elder dragon, I summon the Guardian of Ais—open!"
From his fiery form, Zhao Xing unleashed an intricate series of resonant syllables. The sound reverberated through the valley, forming tangible patterns in the air. However, before completing the spell, Zhao Xing halted midway, sensing a flaw in his execution.
“I’m not there yet,” Zhao Xing muttered, frustration flickering in his fiery gaze.
By mid-February, Zhao Xing's Fire Transformation Technique reached the pinnacle of the third transformation. Despite his remarkable progress, he encountered a bottleneck that stalled further advancement. Over the next three months, Zhao Xing threw himself into rigorous cultivation, yet he remained stuck at the same level.
"Descend into the medicinal bath," Ling Tianchen commanded one evening, his figure illuminated by the light of a larger flame. "Zhao Xing, you must temper your impatience. Transformation techniques require patience and careful cultivation."
"Rushing will not only harm your body but also destabilize your mindset," Ling Tianchen added, his tone firm yet compassionate.
"Understood," Zhao Xing replied obediently. Shifting from his fiery form, he descended into a steaming Dragon Blood Medicinal Pool.
The medicinal bath was no ordinary concoction. Infused with potent dragon blood, it not only nourished Zhao Xing’s physical form but also subtly reshaped it. Over the following days, Zhao Xing grew two centimeters taller, his physique becoming leaner and more defined. The transformation, though subtle, was undeniable.
As the scalding essence of the bath permeated his body, Zhao Xing meditated, a vivid image of a grand bell forming in his mind.
Clang—clang—clang!
The chime of the imaginary bell resonated, soothing his spirit and restoring balance to his mind. Concurrently, Zhao Xing chanted the Dragon Speech Calming Incantation, a technique taught to him by Shi Wenxuan during his foundational training.
"Aoo—"
The dragon's clear tone echoed through the pool, washing over Zhao Xing's soul like a cool stream in summer. After three enforced days of rest under Ling Tianchen’s watchful eye, Zhao Xing's bottleneck shattered.
On June 3rd, Zhao Xing emerged from the pool, his fiery form transforming into an even more formidable dragon. His length expanded from a mere kilometer to an awe-inspiring five kilometers, his scales shimmering with a molten glow.
"Howl!" Zhao Xing roared jubilantly, his voice reverberating through the valley like thunder.
Ling Tianchen, observing from the sidelines, chuckled. "Ah, the exuberance of youth."
By the beginning of June, Zhao Xing had finally broken through to the fourth transformation. His cultivation pace accelerated once more. By the end of the month, he had reached the sixth transformation and unlocked a second talent-based secret art: Eye of Fire.
On July 1st, faced with an impenetrable bottleneck, Zhao Xing chose to diversify his focus. Seeking out Ling Tianchen, he requested training in external techniques such as Pig Transformation Method, an advanced auxiliary technique.
Meanwhile, Zhao Xing’s Seven Main Souls split, creating a secondary avatar that ventured outside the Myriad Transformation Cave-Heaven.
While the main body continued to study transformation techniques, the avatar focused on cultivating auxiliary elemental techniques such as Thunder, Cloud, Wind, and Rain Methods.
"I still have a year before the third year of the Great Governance Era begins," Zhao Xing reflected. "I cannot afford to waste time."
With this strategy, Zhao Xing maximized his potential, leveraging the versatility of his Myriad Dao Physique and splitting his efforts between advanced elemental and transformation techniques. However, he remained acutely aware of the limitations—some methods, like the Fire Transformation Technique, could only be practiced by his main body.
"Your plans are thorough. I won’t interfere further," the Tianyuan King remarked upon meeting Zhao Xing’s avatar. "But don’t immerse yourself so completely in cultivation that you neglect preparation."
"I understand," Zhao Xing replied, his voice calm yet resolute.
As Zhao Xing’s training progressed within Xuantian Academy, the opening of the Dragon Court's Ancient Land loomed ever closer. Across the realm, factions from the Southern Wilderness, major sects, Eastern barbarian clans, aquatic tribes, and the Great Zhou Dynasty were all fervently preparing for the event.
Within Xuantian Academy, Zhao Xing sought out three elite instructors to guide him in mastering Wind, Rain, Cloud, and Thunder Methods. Like a growing tree firmly rooted in the fertile soil of Xuantian Academy, the holy land of the Shennong, Zhao Xing absorbed knowledge and power at a relentless pace.
Time flowed swiftly, and the calendar turned to April 20th of the third year of the Great Governance Era.
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