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Chapter 287: Rivers of Blood, Liu Tianning’s Cultivated Monster!
🕑 Added 2024-12-13 15:12:03 +0000 UTCInside the medical wing of the Divine Wood(Shenmu) Courtyard, Wen Weiqi, Xin Bojian, and Yu Gongzhi gathered as a trio.
Xin Bojian leaned closer, speaking in a low voice. "Junior Sister, what reason did you use to excuse yourself?"
Wen Weiqi gently patted her stomach. "Childbirth."
Xin Bojian gave her a thumbs-up, then turned to Yu Gongzhi. "And you, Junior Brother? What’s your excuse?"
Yu Gongzhi patted his stomach as well. "To escort her here for childbirth."
Xin Bojian, his arm wrapped in bandages, chuckled. "Junior Brother, you’re truly resourceful."
Shrugging, Yu Gongzhi replied, "Who wouldn’t be? Liu Tianning’s disciple is already training with a top-tier Dharma Body. Even though they’re young and only at the early Fourth Rank, they could easily hang me up and beat me senseless."
"And you expect me to face them in a Dao Struggle? I’m not done living yet!"
Wen Weiqi, sitting down beside Xin Bojian, glanced at him and asked, "Senior Brother, why are you wrapping bandages around your stomach if it’s just a stomachache?"
"My arm’s broken."
"...Really?" Wen Weiqi gave him a skeptical look and lightly punched him.
"Don’t touch it—ouch!" Xin Bojian grimaced.
"Wait, are you actually injured?" Yu Gongzhi activated his Five Elements Observation technique and examined him. With a shocked expression, he exclaimed, "Even some of your intestines are ruptured! Was that really necessary?"
"This is no ordinary occasion," Xin Bojian said through gritted teeth, patting his thigh in frustration. "Liu Tianning has already issued his final ultimatum."
"He’s going to swear his Dao Oath before the Myriad Dao Tree. This concerns not just him but also Shangluo Academy’s trajectory for the next few centuries. How can anyone treat this lightly?"
He continued, "I don’t have to face him directly, but even his disciple isn’t someone to mess with."
"When the time comes and the elders summon us, will we go or not?"
"If we’re called to avoid humiliating the academy, we might as well make it clear from the start that we’re unfit for the task."
"My actions are for the greater good!"
Yu Gongzhi nodded, deeply moved. "Senior Brother, your selflessness is inspiring. I’ll follow your lead!"
"Thank you, Junior Brother." Xin Bojian clasped his hands together in gratitude, even with only one working arm.
Wen Weiqi blushed and sighed. "I can’t compare to you two. You’ve developed skin thicker than millennial iron tree bark!"
Yu Gongzhi rummaged through a medicine box, pulling out a bundle of herbs. "Junior Sister, chew this quickly."
"Understood." Wen Weiqi and Yu Gongzhi bit into the roots of what was labeled Frosted Vitality Grass.
Moments later, both of their stomachs swelled alarmingly, reaching their limits before deflating rapidly. Their vitality plummeted to a critical low, leaving their faces pale and their breaths weak.
"Like this, surely we won’t be summoned," Wen Weiqi said, panting heavily.
"Not a chance," Xin Bojian said with a grin.
"By the way, where are Zhao Xing and Liu Tianning now?"
"We can’t fight him, but we can at least take a look. Let’s see what kind of imposing figure this so-called Marquis Shenwei is—the one so many geniuses are avoiding."
"They’ve already crossed Luo River."
Shangluo Academy, located in the Daoyuan Continent’s Shangluo County, was a place of significant natural beauty.
The area boasted the renowned Shang Mountain and the majestic Luo River, the latter being the very source of its name.
Similar to Kunyuan Academy, Shangluo Academy dominated a vast portion of Shangluo County.
At this moment, Zhao Xing was no longer aboard Liu Tianning’s Golden Dragon Warship but on his own Silver Dragon Airship.
Standing at the bow, Zhao Xing was crowned by the imperial court’s bestowed Three-Flower Canopy, with the ethereal shadows of three divine flowers glowing faintly above his head.
He was adorned in resplendent attire infused with the Five Elemental Qi—gold, wood, water, fire, and earth—that revolved around him in synchronized orbits.
His chest bore the embroidered Qilin Treading the Sea, with cloud-patterned sleeves.
On his feet, he wore golden Cloud-Stepping Boots, surrounded by faint golden clouds that shimmered with the reflection of a half-hidden sun.
His belt was the Bright Moon Belt, featuring crescent-shaped decorations symbolizing Lesser Yin. It also held his Marquis Blade, alongside a silver cord and golden seal engraved with the characters "Shenwei."
In his left hand, he carried a Cloud Rain Pearl, held high, while his right hand wielded a Yellow Baton, positioned slightly lower.
Zhao Xing stood proudly at the bow, maintaining this posture for two full hours.
There was no choice—this time, he was accompanying Liu Tianning as his disciple to Shangluo Academy, supporting his teacher’s ascent.
As Liu Tianning’s first disciple to walk the Dao Path, Zhao Xing’s role mirrored that of a loyal subject aiding a newly crowned emperor.
He had to make a grand display, whether he liked it or not!
"This imperial outfit isn’t bad at all," commented Lord Luo aboard the warship, watching Zhao Xing’s Airship from ten meters away.
"He used to be merely handsome, but now he exudes an aura of commanding authority," added Lord Tianyan with a smile.
Duke Wei stroked his beard and said, "Such youthful vigor. Looking at him now reminds me of Liu Tianning in his prime."
"Indeed," Lord Luo said. Even the usually cold and stern Lord Luo had a fleeting moment of nostalgia in his eyes.
Duke Wei and Lord Tianyan both nodded in agreement.
As staunch supporters of Liu Tianning, they naturally came to lend their presence and influence.
While Liu Tianning’s triumphant return to Taihe County only required a representative, this time, they showed up in person!
Their presence was a statement—to deter any political opposition or external pressure.
If certain First Rank elders in Shangluo Academy resorted to underhanded tricks to block Liu Tianning’s rise?
Perfect. The massive army stationed outside Shangluo County could be mobilized for a legitimate purge.
Emperor Jing would eagerly welcome such a development!
In short: eliminate all resistance on sight.
"How old is he now?" Lord Luo asked suddenly.
"Forty-one," Lord Tianyan replied promptly. "Born in the 274th year of the Dingxin Era, Zhao Xing is now forty-one years old."
"He’s even faster than Liu Tianning," Lord Luo marveled.
"Of course! You wouldn’t believe—" Lord Tianyan stopped mid-sentence.
"What wouldn’t I believe?" Lord Luo and Duke Wei turned to him.
"It’s classified," Lord Tianyan replied with a tight-lipped smile, revealing that he was bound by a high-level silencing spell.
Duke Wei chuckled knowingly, while Lord Luo let out a dry laugh, sensing a sophisticated spell at work. High-level sealing spells like these ensured that not even dreams could reveal their secrets.
"I heard the princess is attending as well?" Duke Wei inquired, shifting the subject.
"Yes," Lord Tianyan confirmed with a nod. "She’s returning to Tianyong Prefecture and decided to visit along the way. However, she won’t appear publicly unless absolutely necessary."
It was clear that the princess they referred to was Princess You Ruo, a figure deserving of such reverence.
At this moment, Princess You Ruo stood on the observation deck of the Golden Dragon Warship, looking down at the Silver Dragon Airship below.
Beside her, Ji Zixuan, known as the Morning Light Princess, quietly accompanied her.
Both women were watching Zhao Xing, but their thoughts and feelings were vastly different.
"I heard that back then, it was just him and his lone ship, charging into the Dao Academy," said Princess You Ruo, her emotions complex.
She had not been involved in the events of Liu Tianning’s past; at that time, she had been too young and had not yet received her title. However, she had heard the tales of Liu Tianning’s exploits, toppling numerous Dao Academies in the name of his beloved.
She had once envied the woman in those stories—envied her with all her heart—only for that envy to later transform into hatred.
She hated herself for not being the heroine of that story.
"Senior Brother has become more dazzling than ever," Ji Zixuan murmured, her gaze dreamy.
When she first met Zhao Xing, her thoughts had been purely rational—evaluating him as a suitable candidate for marriage. Later, a faint affection had developed, though it had yet to blossom into admiration.
But now, her feelings were undeniable. The mere sight of him sent her heart racing.
On the Silver Dragon Airship, Zhao Xing could sense countless gazes fixed on him.
Even snippets of conversation carried through the air, reaching his ears.
"A Marquis of Shenwei, not yet in his mid-forties, yet he’s already cultivated a top-tier Dharma Body? A true genius!"
"Not just that! He’s even mastered the Law of Heavenly Timing and authored the Theory of Three Yin, Three Yang, and Six Qi Grand Zhou Cycle. Just last May, the imperial court began using it as mandatory study material for low-ranking Shennong Officers."
"It doesn’t stop there. Mid-ranking Shennong Officers can also utilize his theories to adjust climatic conditions. It’s said there’s even a hidden chapter on Cave-Heaven Techniques that has proven incredibly effective—though it’s unclear if that’s true."
"Ahem, such matters are undoubtedly classified. Best not to discuss them openly."
"I heard he’s skilled in Earthly Advantage Laws. Back when he was at Kunyuan Academy, he reportedly eliminated many rebels, including descendants of the Rebel King."
"Is that so? Sounds unlikely—there’s no notable Earth School theory associated with him."
"Perhaps rumors, but his mastery of Earth Palace Techniques is certainly real."
"At only forty-one years old, I happen to have a granddaughter. Perhaps I should discuss this matter with Liu Tianning later," one voice quipped.
"Duke Yang, still planning for later? Duke Wei has already broached the subject, but Liu Tianning made it clear—Zhao Xing must focus on his cultivation and is unsuited for marriage at this time."
"Oh? Is that so?"
"Indeed, several visitors recently came for the same purpose. They’ve even formed a queue!"
Standing at the bow, Zhao Xing listened to the chatter around him with a hint of resignation.
He felt as though he were an object on display, examined, critiqued, and appraised.
Within the cabin, Zhao Xing’s clone closed its eyes and began meditating in his Memory Palace.
"The Great Zhou Xuanyang Records span fifty-three million years."
"Each cycle lasts 120 years. Currently, it is the 72nd year of the 4416th cycle of the Xuanyang Era."
"Emperor Jing ascended the throne at the age of seventy-eight, ruling for a total of 922 years."
"The Two-Governance Period lasted 158 years."
"During the Sixty-Year Great Governance, much of it was spent dismantling powerful aristocratic clans. At this time, under no circumstances can I entertain thoughts of marriage alliances," Zhao Xing mused.
"Best to avoid such entanglements until Emperor Wu takes the throne."
"After the Sixty-Year Governance, the Eternal Governance lasted ninety-eight years, during which Emperor Wu was born in the sixty-third year."
"But will it unfold the same way in this life? If the timeline shifts, will he still be Emperor Wu?" Zhao Xing pondered. "Emperor Wu is destined by Heaven. With no significant changes in timing thus far, it should still occur as it did before."
Zhao Xing’s plans were never rigid, always adjusted as circumstances demanded.
Just then, a low hum resonated as the Golden Dragon Warship began its descent.
The Silver Dragon Airship followed suit, lowering altitude in tandem. Ahead, the clouds parted on their own, revealing an ancient palace complex below.
At a height of one hundred meters, the fleet passed through a towering archway, itself one hundred meters tall.
"Shangluo Academy," Zhao Xing murmured, his eyes fixed forward.
Crossing into the grounds of Shangluo Academy felt like stepping into another world.
The archway loomed majestically, carved from ancient divine wood, inscribed with intricate runes and mysterious patterns that shimmered with faint light.
Flanking the gate stood two lifelike statues of divine beasts, part-dragon, part-tiger, their piercing gazes exuding an awe-inspiring presence, as though protecting this sacred land.
Beyond the gate lay a wide avenue.
Paved with vibrant jade stones, the avenue was lined with towering, mystical plants.
Some emitted a radiant glow, akin to stars twinkling in the night sky; others swayed with brilliant hues, resembling the most exquisite paintings brought to life. The air was filled with a captivating fragrance that invigorated the soul.
"Divine Wood Avenue—it’s been a long time," Zhao Xing murmured, a trace of nostalgia in his voice.
His memories of Shangluo Academy from his past life centered on the era of Emperor Wu’s reign.
At that time, the entire nation was mobilized for war, and Shangluo Academy exuded a militaristic air, starkly different from its current tranquil beauty.
The divine trees that now lined the avenue had been replaced with Titan King Trees, bred solely for wartime purposes, instead of the Huacang Divine Woods seen today.
In the centuries that followed, the academy endured a millennium of chaos, facing partial destruction and subsequent reconstruction.
During its darkest period, Shangluo Academy was nearly obliterated. It wasn’t until the revival of spiritual energy that it regained its former glory—surpassing even its past splendor.
The sounds of melodious bird calls and flowing water filled the air.
Passing through Luo River, the Divine Wood Avenue led into the academy's heart.
Looking up, Zhao Xing saw a campus brimming with verdant greenery. Pavilions and towers stood in harmonious disarray among the trees.
Streams meandered gracefully between the buildings, their waters shimmering beneath vibrant lotus blossoms that exuded an ethereal aura. At the academy's center stood the grand Myriad Dao Plains.
The plaza was dotted with planting tools and wondrous implements.
"Automatic Seeder, Seven-Link Furrow Maker, Return-to-Origin Cart, and Method Partition Arrays," Zhao Xing observed below. "All of this will be mine someday."
The Airships and warships continued onward, passing various sub-academies.
Groups of Self School Shennong Officers bustled about, clad in simple robes, their faces lit with focus and joy.
Occasionally, some would glance upward, curious about the procession of esteemed visitors.
Before long, Zhao Xing caught sight of yet another iconic site within Shangluo Academy—the Divine Splendor Farmlands.
In the fields, some Shennong Officers carefully sowed rare seeds, while others diligently watered newly sprouted seedlings. Others meticulously observed plant growth, noting even the subtlest changes.
The sprawling farm was divided into specialized zones.
One area housed towering trees, their trunks thick and branches lush, bearing strange and wondrous fruits.
Another featured vines coiling around trellises, adorned with vibrant blossoms.
Some plants defied description altogether, appearing almost otherworldly.
"This must be the Twin Sages Academy," Zhao Xing noted, his gaze falling upon a dazzlingly colorful section below.
Clusters of mysterious greenhouses came into view, their transparent crystalline walls showcasing the treasures cultivated within.
"The world's largest cluster of Warm Splendor Greenhouses!" Zhao Xing sighed nostalgically. "Back then, I even snuck in here with an ex-girlfriend to steal some vegetables. Unfortunately, instead of impressing her, I ended up losing a cultivation rank..."
The Airship began descending further, revealing a vast expanse of streets and buildings in the distance.
"Shangluo Library," Zhao Xing remarked, looking ahead. "Each library here houses the most comprehensive collections of plant catalogues, including Materia Botanica, Grand Observation of Woods, The Self School’s Natural Discourse, and Illustrated Heavenly Bamboo."
"The largest and deepest one even contains original copies of Diagrams of All Things Growing and The Yin-Yang Self Canon."
The warships and Airships in the convoy finally landed at Lin Hai Lou Boat Division, the largest docking site in Shangluo Academy.
Not only did it have a spacious platform, but it also featured sections dedicated to lake-travel ships and underground vessels.
Some of the grand ships arrived via waterway transport or underground channels.
"There are a lot of people here to greet us." Zhao Xing observed the formations ahead. The crowd of greeters and onlookers totaled nearly ten thousand.
"All the key figures from the seven major sub-academies have gathered here."
When Liu Tianning disembarked, Zhao Xing followed closely behind him, staying at his side as they descended from the Airship.
At the forefront of the formation stood dozens of people, including the deans and vice-deans of Divine Splendor(Shenhua) Academy, Divine Wood Academy, Boundary Path Academy(Jiedao), Primordial Brightness(Yuanming) Academy, Primordial Foundation(Yuangi) Academy, Ice Stone(Bigshi) Academy, and Twin Sages(Shuangsheng) Academy.
Typically, each academy had one dean and three vice-deans, but many held honorary titles purely because of their remarkable strength, with no actual administrative responsibilities.
At the very front stood a green-robed elder with snow-white hair, sunken eyes, and deeply wrinkled skin.
"That must be Xu Xing," Zhao Xing thought, observing the green-robed elder. "His true self has reached the final stage of life’s decline."
Xu Xing, naturally, was present in his original body, which reflected his current state.
When nearing the limit of one’s lifespan, even the soul would begin to exhibit signs of age.
This was especially evident in someone like Xu Xing, who had lived for 783 years.
Of course, this didn’t mean Xu Xing was weak.
Even near death, he could still unleash formidable combat power. However, maintaining the vitality of his physical body required immense effort. Since his original body no longer needed to fight, Xu Xing saw no reason to expend that energy.
"Greetings, Dean," Liu Tianning greeted him respectfully.
"Greetings, Dean," Zhao Xing followed suit, bowing as did the Self School Shennong Officers behind him.
Even Lord Luo and Lord Tianyan, figures of noble standing, cupped their hands in a gesture of respect.
As the leader of the Self School, Xu Xing was a legendary figure.
Under his leadership, Shangluo Academy had contributed the Yuan-18 strain of Yuan Rice during Emperor Jing’s reign. He had also introduced over ten thousand new medicinal herbs to the Medical Division and provided more than seven thousand types of materials for the Engineering Division.
Even a first-rank prince would bow to Xu Xing.
"Deputy Dean Liu, esteemed guests, please rest in the guest pavilion," Xu Xing said, returning the greeting.
This was a formal occasion, so Xu Xing addressed Liu Tianning by his title.
Of course, once the pleasantries were done and they were en route to the guest pavilion, such formalities would no longer be necessary.
Liu Tianning stepped forward quickly. "Teacher, allow me to assist you."
"Very well," Xu Xing replied with a smile. "Tianning, congratulations on being conferred the title of County King."
"It is all thanks to your teachings, Teacher," Liu Tianning replied humbly, bowing slightly. Being taller than Xu Xing, he kept his head lowered during the conversation.
"And who is this?" Xu Xing asked, leaning on his staff and looking at Zhao Xing.
Liu Tianning shifted slightly to the side. "Teacher, this is my disciple, Zhao Xing."
"Zhao Xing, come and pay your respects to your grandmaster."
Zhao Xing immediately stepped forward and, before the gathered crowd, performed a formal grand disciple’s bow. "Disciple’s disciple greets Grandmaster."
"Good, good," Xu Xing said with a warm smile. "Rise and come to Grandmaster’s side."
"Yes," Zhao Xing replied, dispersing the aura of his ceremonial attire before taking his place on Xu Xing’s right.
Together with Liu Tianning, who stood on Xu Xing’s left, they supported Xu Xing as they walked down the main avenue.
The three figures—acknowledged as the pinnacle of the Self School’s Straw Puppet Techniques—shared the same frame as they slowly advanced along the avenue.
The sight inspired awe among both the assembled guests and Shangluo Academy’s own personnel.
"When Xu Xing perfected the top-tier Straw Puppet Techniques, he was eighty years old. That remains the record among all past deans of the academy—a genius among geniuses," someone whispered.
"Liu Tianning achieved the same at sixty years old."
"And Zhao Xing mastered it at forty."
"All round numbers," observed Lord Tianyan, walking slowly behind them, feeling a mix of emotions. "Is it destiny or coincidence?"
"Each generation surpasses the last in youth," remarked Duke Wei. "Shangluo Academy may yet produce a Grand Shennong."
"Each generation also grows stronger," noted Lord Luo. "Xu Xing possesses five Dharma Bodies. Liu Tianning now has seven. Zhao Xing may surpass them both in the future."
"Undoubtedly," Lord Tianyan said with a smile. "Luo, care to make a bet?"
Lord Luo: ...
Duke Wei chuckled. "Tianyan, must you always scheme to trick Lord Luo? This is hardly the first time."
"Lord Luo, you know his connections to destiny. You’re still willing to wager? I know you believe man can triumph over fate, but Tianyan holds knowledge of many secrets."
Lord Luo sighed. "I sometimes feel like hitting him, but I’m afraid he’ll die just to spite me."
"Forget it, forget it. I’ll skip the bet this time."
Lord Tianyan grinned smugly.
Meanwhile, within the ranks of the Divine Wood Academy, Zhuang Darong looked at the trio ahead and shook his head. "It’s not Tianning and Zhao Xing supporting him. It’s clearly him carrying his apprentices."
"Teacher, don’t be jealous. Let us support you, too," quipped Yu Gongzhi, along with Wen Weiqi and Xin Bojian, who rushed forward eagerly.
Seeing the frail appearances of his three disciples—one bandaged, one overweight, and the third pale-faced—Zhuang Darong’s anger flared. "Get lost, all of you! Don’t let me catch you near the Myriad Dao Tree!"
One was wrapped like a mummy, another carried a massive gut, and the last looked half-dead. It was utterly humiliating.
Anyone unaware of the situation might think Zhuang Darong’s students were the old, sick, and infirm!
"Understood!" The three quickly complied with Zhuang Darong’s demand, disappearing from sight in seconds.
"Hopeless," Zhuang Darong sighed deeply.
Hearing his sigh, Chu Qianqiu from the Ice Stone Academy couldn’t help but feel the same.
He glanced around, searching for anyone in his division willing to spar with Zhao Xing, only to find few takers.
"Qianqiu, are you still going through with it?" asked Jiang Chunyao, a giant carried by a gust of wind, through voice transmission.
"Yes," Chu Qianqiu replied calmly, though his gaze was resolute. "Someone must die for this."
"If I fall to his hands, hand over the Heavenly Soul Tree," Chu Qianqiu continued.
"Why go to such lengths?" Jiang Chunyao sighed.
Chu Qianqiu smiled faintly. "My presence matters little to the academy. But the academy under Liu Tianning must have a future. That matters greatly."
From the moment he saw Liu Tianning, Chu Qianqiu knew he stood no chance of victory.
Yet, he resolved to use his life to remind Liu Tianning not to entangle the academy too deeply with the royal family, lest it jeopardize its future.
Zhao Xing walked alongside Xu Xing, receiving increasing attention from the crowd. However, his focus remained fixed on Xu Xing.
Without a doubt, Xu Xing was a first-rank powerhouse.
A First-Rank Destiny Palace cultivator had already reached the level where they could alter the very laws of a given region, not merely twist or influence them.
It was akin to what Zhao Xing had witnessed before—water igniting into flames. Such an occurrence defied all natural principles of the world.
Every action Xu Xing took carried the profound essence of the Dao.
In terms of raw combat strength, he was undoubtedly capable of defeating Li Boqian, who had yet to inherit the Grand Shennong title.
If we disregard the enhancements brought by official rank and the various treasures in the possession of the Grand Shennong, in a raw confrontation, Li Boqian, as the leader of the Heaven School, still couldn’t surpass Xu Xing.
Back then, Emperor Jing had even considered appointing Xu Xing as Grand Shennong. However, while the leaders of the Self School were undoubtedly powerful, they all shared one flaw—madness.
The stronger they became, the greater the madness.
The Grand Shennong, as the model for all Shennongs, wielded three sacred artifacts: Heaven, Soil, and Harvest. If Xu Xing were to lose his sanity, the Pacification Campaign against the Southern Barbarians would become a futile dream.
After much deliberation, Emperor Jing had no choice but to choose Li Boqian over Xu Xing.
As fate would have it, Xu Xing later succumbed to madness, causing many unnecessary casualties.
These incidents, of course, were classified. Zhao Xing had only learned fragments of them during his time by the side of Lord Tianyan.
"Grand disciple, have you stared enough?" Xu Xing suddenly turned his head, a sly smile appearing on his face as he addressed Zhao Xing.
"It was improper of me, Master," Zhao Xing quickly lowered his gaze.
"Hahaha, I didn’t say you weren’t allowed to look," Xu Xing laughed. "But with your Yin-Yang Self Technique only at the second layer, trying to comprehend my Dao is too ambitious. The path must be walked steadily to ensure stability."
He patted Zhao Xing on the shoulder. "Once we reach the Myriad Dao Tree, if no one challenges you, you can observe it as much as you like."
"Understood," Zhao Xing replied respectfully. He knew that in order to study the tree up close, he needed to ensure that no one dared challenge him.
"I wonder how many will come to their doom," Zhao Xing’s eyes flashed with a hint of excitement.
Xu Xing led the group to one of the core sites of Shangluo Academy—the Myriad Dao Plains.
At its center stood a colossal tree, its thickest branch boasting a diameter of over twenty meters.
The entirety of the Myriad Dao Tree towered a breathtaking ten thousand meters high!
This tree was one of Shangluo Academy’s greatest treasures, classified as a Peerless Wonder.
Having lived for over five hundred thousand years, the tree was ancient beyond compare.
The Myriad Dao Tree could store the Dao comprehensions of generations of Shangluo Academy’s cultivators. Each leaf contained the essence of the Dao insights of its predecessors. The dense branches and countless leaves represented an equally vast repository of Dao comprehension.
The Dao stored within the leaves was left by First-Rank cultivators.
Only Transcendent cultivators could make the tree sprout new branches.
"Myriad Dao Tree," Zhao Xing murmured, gazing at the majestic tree in the center of the plains. A secondary body he controlled aboard the Silver Dragon Airship closed its eyes as he reflected, "Such a massive Myriad Dao Tree is rare even in cosmic realms. Truly a unique feature of the Xuanhuang World."
The size of the Myriad Dao Tree symbolized the foundation of a sacred land, as its growth depended on absorbing the Dao essence of mighty cultivators.
Even from afar, just gazing at it stirred a wave of enlightenment in Zhao Xing’s heart.
At this distance, he could only see the tree through the restrictions and barriers protecting it. Once inside and climbing the tree for personal study, the real benefits would begin.
By the time they reached the plains, the onlookers had dwindled significantly.
Only Fifth-Rank and higher Shennongs were allowed to observe the proceedings here. In Shangluo Academy, Fifth-Rank was considered middle-level.
In contrast, the threshold for middle-level status in other sects was typically Sixth-Rank.
Upon their arrival, Xu Xing rested for an hour, providing Liu Tianning and those opposing his appointment with a final chance to communicate.
With both Liu Tianning and Zhao Xing’s main bodies present, the truth of their capabilities was plain for the Second- and First-Rank cultivators to see.
For instance, a single glance at Liu Tianning was enough for Chu Qianqiu to realize he stood no chance.
Heavenly Luck and Destiny Palace cultivators often gained vague premonitions of future events, granting them insights derived from a combination of intuition and raw power.
In the skies above, winds roared and clashed as heated discussions took place.
"We’re stepping down. Tianzhu(Heavenly Pillar) Garden will heed Liu Tianning’s directives."
"The Dao resonance is too strong; Liu Tianning’s power surpasses expectations. We cannot fight him."
"Indeed, a confrontation would be unwise."
"What about his training proposals?"
"He’s too entangled with the Ji royal family, defying ancient teachings."
"He can serve as Academy Dean, but his plans are hard to accept."
"Let’s wait and observe his disciples' capabilities."
Zhao Xing occasionally caught snippets of the murmured exchanges from the sky above.
Still, these matters were of no concern to him. His only responsibility was to fight.
An hour passed swiftly.
Xu Xing used his staff as a cane, gently tapping the ground before ascending into the air.
Everyone present understood why so many distinguished guests had gathered here today, and so did the rest of Shangluo Academy.
Xu Xing wasted no words, pointing back toward the Myriad Dao Tree. "Today, I have three matters to discuss with all of you!"
The crowd fell silent as Xu Xing’s voice resonated across the plains. Even the winds above seemed to pause, and all eyes focused on him.
The Myriad Dao Tree swayed gently, as if responding to his call, its vast canopy appearing even larger.
"First," Xu Xing announced, his voice echoing across the vast expanse, "I propose that Liu Tianning, former Deputy Head of the Twin Sages Academy, be promoted to First Deputy Head of Shangluo Academy, acting as Headmaster. Are there any objections?"
The air remained utterly still. It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
It was as though the entire gathering had been subjected to a collective silence technique; not a single soul uttered a word.
"Any objections?" Xu Xing repeated.
"Any objections?" he asked again after waiting ten breaths.
When yet another ten breaths passed without an answer, Xu Xing raised his voice. "Liu Tianning, step forward!"
"Present!" Liu Tianning ascended the skies on a cloud, stopping half a meter below Xu Xing. His posture radiated humility and strength.
"From today onward, you are appointed as First Deputy Head of Shangluo Academy, acting as the Headmaster!" Xu Xing declared.
With these words, Xu Xing held out his Shangluo Jade Staff, the verdant and crystalline artifact symbolizing authority in Shangluo Academy, horizontally toward Liu Tianning.
"I will not disappoint the trust of the Headmaster and the Academy!" Liu Tianning replied solemnly, bowing deeply as he accepted the staff with both hands.
There were no dramatic celestial phenomena, no rousing cheers—just a peaceful transfer of authority.
The power handover happened in the quiet simplicity of this moment.
Xu Xing, aside from retaining the title of Headmaster, would no longer participate in the Academy’s decisions or operations.
Of course, this nominal title held practical value. The imperial court would grant him a special seal of appointment, which would provide effects such as extending his lifespan and increasing his fortune.
Moreover, the court would likely offer generous rewards, possibly including honorary positions.
However, for the Academy’s internal affairs, Liu Tianning was already seen as the de facto Headmaster from this moment on.
"Second Deputy Head, Chu Qianqiu, will also serve as Head of the Ice Stone Academy!" Xu Xing continued.
"Third Deputy Head, Yu Xia, will lead the Twin Sages Academy!"
"Fourth Deputy Head, Zhuang Darong, will take charge of the Divine Wood Academy!"
"The Fifth—" Xu Xing's voice rang loud and clear, but before he could finish, seven figures ascended into the skies, taking positions level with Liu Tianning.
What followed was a sequence of promotions and reassignments for deputy heads of various academies, Five Classics Scholars, and other key roles.
As the number of people in the sky increased, the gathering soon swelled to over five hundred.
Among these, nearly forty percent were in the Second Rank Realm.
This display revealed but a fraction of Shangluo Academy’s deep foundation. The transition from old to new leadership meant that many older powerhouses, contemporaries of Xu Xing, were stepping back into advisory or honorary roles.
While their time as active decision-makers was over, their immense combat power was not diminished. However, most were nearing the ends of their lifespans.
Some chose not to involve themselves in the academy’s day-to-day management but stood ready to act should Shangluo Academy ever face a crisis.
Thus, the individuals present in the sky were but a glimpse of the academy's true strength.
Even so, this gathering was enough to leave the distinguished guests in awe.
"Zhao Xing!" Xu Xing's voice thundered once again.
Zhao Xing ascended the skies on a cloud, standing poised before Xu Xing.
"You are hereby appointed as a Five Classics Scholar of the Twin Sages Academy. I hope you will fulfill your potential and contribute to the academy’s future," Xu Xing announced with an air of expectation.
"Understood." Zhao Xing performed a respectful bow. The position of Five Classics Scholar was the pinnacle for scholars in the academy, a title that few in the Twin Sages Academy could boast.
Even Gu Changqing, at Kunyuan Academy, was no more than a Five Classics Scholar himself.
Zhao Xing’s name was the last to be called.
Once the formalities concluded, Xu Xing dismissed the gathered crowd before raising his voice again.
"The second matter!" Xu Xing declared, his tone steady yet commanding.
"Deputy Head Liu Tianning has proposed the Seedling Method.”
"This policy will determine the future direction of talent cultivation and resource allocation for Shangluo Academy.”
"Does anyone have objections?"
Xu Xing barely finished his question when a voice interrupted from the direction of the Divine Wood Academy.
"Headmaster, I object!" A Second Rank cultivator emerged, his aura formidable yet laden with tension.
Liu Tianning’s eyes turned icy cold, and Zhao Xing, by his side, exuded an aura of killing intent.
The Seedling Method had already been deliberated countless times to reach this stage. Those raising objections now were fundamentally opposed.
It was akin to a royal decree that had already been thoroughly discussed with key ministers. A public council was merely a formality.
To object publicly at this point was a direct affront.
Xu Xing paused, his expression unreadable, before addressing the challenger. "Kang Zhengxian, what is your objection?"
"The Seedling Method proposed by Liu Tianning excessively depletes the academy’s future resources and may not yield the intended results. For this reason, I disagree," Kang Zhengxian replied curtly, not bothering to elaborate further.
At this stage, there was little point in argument. The matter would be resolved through confrontation.
As the saying goes: "Paths diverge where ideals differ."
Thus, words were unnecessary. The victor would prove the righteousness of their path.
"I object!"
"I object!"
"I object!" Three more voices followed in quick succession, one of them belonging to Chu Qianqiu, the head of the Ice Stone Academy and second in line for the headmaster position.
Xu Xing glanced at Liu Tianning, who rose into the air to confront the dissenters. His posture exuded calm authority.
"I have a disciple, Zhao Xing, who stands as a testament to the Seedling Method’s success."
As he spoke, Zhao Xing stepped forward to stand beside his master.
"Zhao Xing is forty-one years old. When I took him as my disciple during the seventeenth year of the Jingxin Era, he was at the Seventh Rank Realm.
"Now, twenty years later, he has reached the pinnacle of the Fourth Rank Realm and achieved mastery over the Soul-Devouring Dharma Body!"
Liu Tianning’s gaze turned sharp as he swept his eyes across the four dissenters.
"If you have objections, bring forth your most accomplished disciples to engage in a Path Dispute against mine.”
"Let strength and skill determine who is right and who is weak!"
This challenge was not only a demonstration of confidence but also a gesture to avoid internal strife.
While internal conflicts drained resources, a Path Dispute was an acceptable and honorable method to resolve disagreements.
The challengers could decline and withdraw gracefully. However, refusal would also mean yielding to Liu Tianning’s vision for the academy.
Kang Zhengxian, Chu Qianqiu, Jiang Hua, and Zhong Yuan exchanged glances. Among them, Jiang Hua’s expression betrayed a trace of hesitation. His instincts warned him that his chosen disciple would struggle against Liu Tianning’s Zhao Xing.
Sensing the hesitation, Xu Xing interjected smoothly. "Gentlemen, does Liu Tianning’s explanation satisfy your concerns?"
Jiang Hua clasped his hands and bowed. "I have no further objections. I am willing to support Deputy Head Liu’s proposal and follow his arrangements."
Given a way out, Jiang Hua took it without hesitation.
However, the remaining three challengers held their ground, opting to meet the challenge of a Path Dispute.
"Zhong He!"
"Xia Zhu!"
"Lian Tianyu!"
Their names echoed across the skies as the challengers summoned their disciples.
With a flash of movement, seven figures ascended into the air, each exuding confidence and power.
From a distant pavilion among the observing guests, Princess You Ruo let out a cold snort. "Fools."
Her disdain was evident as she continued, "Their objections stem solely from Liu Tianning’s close ties with the Ji Royal Family."
The princess herself was part of this royal connection, and she knew that Liu Tianning’s Seedling Method likely carried Emperor Jing’s approval.
"Only three dare oppose him, and they’ll regret it soon enough," she added, her eyes glinting with malice.
Despite the academy’s vast size, only three dissenters had emerged—a testament to its unity under Liu Tianning’s strength.
This was a far cry from Xu Xing’s rise to power when over three hundred high-ranking cultivators had resisted his leadership.
During Emperor Wen’s reign, policies had been overly lenient, allowing academies and sects too much autonomy.
Xu Xing had been forced to purge dissenters ruthlessly, earning their compliance through bloodshed.
Emperor Jing’s harsher governance, paired with Liu Tianning’s undeniable might, ensured far greater cooperation this time.
Still, Princess You Ruo’s gaze lingered on Chu Qianqiu. "He’s made his choice to stand against Liu Tianning. What a pity."
"To be the head of the Ice Stone Academy, Chu Qianqiu’s strength is undeniable. His talent, once displayed, was nearly on par with Liu Tianning’s," someone remarked among the observers.
"He has refused to yield after countless discussions spanning several years," Lord Luo snorted coldly. "Stubbornness is nothing worth pitying."
In the sky above, Xu Xing turned his gaze toward Zhao Xing.
At this moment, the three Second Rank powerhouses had introduced their respective disciples. Each of the challengers stood at the pinnacle of the Fourth Rank realm, all exceptional talents selected from thousands. They had undergone numerous real-life battles, with some even earning the title of Marquis during the pacification campaign against the Southern Barbarians.
"Zhao Xing," Xu Xing called, his voice steady, "Which challenger do you wish to face first? You may choose."
"Understood, Headmaster." Zhao Xing stepped forward slightly, his eyes sweeping over the seven opponents. He let out a soft snort and declared, "Let’s not waste everyone’s time. All seven of you—come at me together!"
"I accept a Path Dispute against all seven at once!"
"We’ll decide the victor—and life or death!"
His voice echoed across the heavens, carrying a confidence that stunned those present. A faint smile flashed in Xu Xing’s eyes, as though he had anticipated this response. Liu Tianning, however, showed no reaction, his confidence in Zhao Xing absolute.
Among the distinguished guests, Lord Luo and Lord Tianyan exchanged glances while Princess You Ruo sat calmly. Only Duke Wei’s brows furrowed as he muttered, "Isn’t this boy being too arrogant?"
Lord Luo cast a sidelong glance at Lord Tianyan. "He has the qualifications to be arrogant," Lord Luo remarked dryly.
Lord Tianyan smiled lightly. "Don’t look at me. I’m not the one fighting. I have no say here."
"But I trust him completely."
Those familiar with Zhao Xing found his boldness unsurprising, while those less acquainted were either furious or bewildered.
"Arrogant!"
"Who do you think you are?!"
"Do you take us for fools?"
"Though his Myrad Law Manifestation Technique may dominate external battles, this is an internal Path Dispute within the Self School’s Shennong Division. With so many combat styles at play, Zhao Xing isn’t invincible!"
"Claiming invincibility within the same realm is already outrageous, but taking on seven opponents? He’s completely disregarding the elite disciples of three Second Rank powerhouses!"
"Interesting. This trip wasn’t in vain after all."
"Can someone from the Shennong Division explain what’s happening? I don’t want to miss anything!"
"Ah, you’re always chasing excitement, aren’t you?"
Chu Qianqiu, Kang Zhengxian, and Zhong Yuan wore dark expressions. They had expected Liu Tianning’s disciple to be audacious but hadn’t foreseen this level of arrogance. Meanwhile, among the seven challengers, reactions ranged from anger to deep contemplation and even resigned determination.
The Myrad Law Manifestation Technique had a reputation that loomed large, especially among the Self School’s Shennong practitioners. Its overwhelming potential struck fear into even the most seasoned experts.
"Zhao Xing, are you certain?" Xu Xing’s voice interrupted the mounting tension.
"Certain," Zhao Xing replied without hesitation.
"Very well!" Xu Xing bellowed, his voice resonating like thunder. A multitude of illusory shadows appeared behind him, expanding outward in a complex formation.
In the next instant, countless projections materialized across the heavens.
"Path Barrier—Activate!"
Xu Xing raised both hands, and beams of light shot from his limbs, interlinking to form a massive spherical barrier with a radius of three kilometers. Some projections even sank into the ground, anchoring the barrier firmly in place.
Though large by normal standards, for Shennong practitioners, this was still a relatively constrained area.
"The rules are simple," Xu Xing’s voice rang out. "No divine weapons may be used. Victory will be determined solely by techniques and abilities."
"Within the Shennong Path, any technique may be employed."
His words left no ambiguity. As long as the techniques adhered to the principles of the Shennong Path, they were fair game. Practitioners of Shangluo Academy’s Shennong Division studied both Heavenly Timing and Earth Techniques, though their focus varied between individuals.
With a resonant hum, the Path Barrier emitted a red glow, suppressing Zhao Xing and the seven challengers to opposite edges of the arena. The suppression eased as the glow dissipated, signaling the official start of the Path Dispute.
"Pure Essence Projection!"
The seven challengers wasted no time, simultaneously activating their Pure Essence Projection, a fundamental move for Self School Shennong practitioners. Their reasoning was simple—combat power stemmed primarily from the strength of their summoned forces.
While some challengers had mastered Heavenly Timing or Earth Techniques, these were not viable against Zhao Xing’s Myrad Law Manifestation Technique.
Whether it was cloud projection or earth palace suppression, neither could rival the terrifying power of Zhao Xing’s clones. The combined might of a thousand clones, each wielding supreme techniques, was overwhelming.
Thus, their priority was clear—establish dominance through Pure Essence Projection, summoning their forces to confront Zhao Xing’s clones collectively.
Zhao Xing, too, initiated Pure Essence Projection without hesitation. Releasing his clones required the same fundamental technique. He deliberately chose not to project clouds, as it was far from the fastest method.
Within moments, all eight combatants executed their respective moves. However, the outcome left the audience in shock.
Kang Zhengxian, Chu Qianqiu, and Zhong Yuan, seated among the audience, stood abruptly, their faces pale with disbelief.
"Impossible!"
"This can’t be real!"
"How could he achieve this in such a short time?!"
Among the Self School’s top Shennong practitioners, murmurs of astonishment spread like wildfire.
Within the barrier, only one shadow dominated the battlefield—the Pure Essence Projection unleashed by Zhao Xing from the eastern side of the arena.
A resounding boom echoed as Zhao Xing’s projection surged forward like an unstoppable tidal wave. The seven challengers were caught completely off guard. Four of them failed to activate their projections altogether, entirely suppressed by Zhao Xing’s overwhelming force.
The remaining three—Lian Tianyu, Zhang Han, and Lin Haishan—managed to extend their projection radii to a mere fifty meters before encountering Zhao Xing’s encroaching tide of shadows.
Their projections collided with the advancing wave, struggling futilely to expand further.
The seven challengers were utterly stunned. As Shennong practitioners of the Self School, their cultivation of Pure Essence Soil far predated Zhao Xing’s. Years of nurturing their essence soil should have placed them at the pinnacle of Fourth Rank Shennong practitioners.
Zhang Han, Lian Tianyu, and Lin Haishan had Pure Essence Soil nearly approaching the Third Rank in strength. Yet, in front of Zhao Xing, they found themselves utterly suppressed!
Zhang Han could only summon fifty Sixth-Rank Hanming Flowers from within his projection. Despite having over a thousand within his body, not even ten percent of them manifested!
Lin Haishan’s War Iron Trees managed to project only a faint crown. The tree’s sharp thorns shimmered faintly, but its trunk remained incomplete, failing to fully materialize out of the shadow. The projection area was simply too small. Zhao Xing’s overwhelming projection rendered Lin Haishan’s forces half-formed, trapped between reality and illusion.
As for Zhong He, Xia Zhu, Huang Jing, and Wu Ziteng, they failed to summon anything during the initial second of combat. By the second moment, they could only extend a meager ten-meter projection radius.
This limitation resulted in laughable outputs: Zhong He produced a single Sixth-Rank herbal troop, Xia Zhu summoned a lone immature Fifth-Rank Lightning Bamboo, while Huang Jing’s projection showed crawling brambles, and Wu Ziteng’s featured a solitary vine trailing behind him.
But what use were such meager defenses?
Their efforts, at best, served to amuse Zhao Xing.
"Kill!" Zhao Xing commanded.
Within his shadow-covered battlefield, over a thousand Soul-Devouring Manifestations surged forth. The shrill hum of Heavenly Thunder Fingers reverberated, locking onto the seven opponents.
"Zzzzz!"
The technique discharged in an instant, streaking toward the weakest four challengers—Zhong He, Xia Zhu, Huang Jing, and Wu Ziteng.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The four fell instantly to the onslaught of thunderbolts, their bodies obliterated as blood and shattered remains scattered across the battlefield. The violent display transformed the air into a thick, crimson mist, while the remains of their plant troops exploded into fragments.
For masters at this level, even the smallest misstep proved fatal. And here, a single exchange had already claimed four lives.
"Troops of Grass and Wood! Hanming Defense!" Zhang Han roared as survival instinct kicked in. Manipulating his projection radius, he commanded one hundred blooming Hanming Flowers to encase him in layers.
"Crack! Crack! Crack!"
The piercing force of the Heavenly Thunder Fingers shredded through petal after petal. The previously pitch-black flowers turned faintly purple under the impact, with some fragments disintegrating entirely while others withered on the spot.
"Ugh—" Zhang Han spat blood, a massive wound torn through his shoulder. Yet, despite his injuries, he managed to endure the first wave of attacks, surviving the initial clash.
Zhang Han's poor showing wasn’t due to a lack of planning. His carefully selected troop formations balanced both offense and defense. However, his projection area was too small, leaving only the offensive Hanming Flowers deployed while his defensive troops remained unreleased. Forced to adapt, he recklessly repurposed his offensive units to defend, sacrificing them entirely while still sustaining grave injuries.
"Golden Radiance Pillar!" Zhang Han immediately called upon a second wave of defensive plant troops, summoning seven towering Golden Radiance Pillars. Resembling colossal cacti, these Seventh-Rank defensive plants gleamed faintly with golden light. Each stood over thirty meters tall, boasting defensive capabilities rivaling those of a Third Rank Martial Artist.
The spikes adorning the Golden Radiance Pillars connected seamlessly, forming a luminous protective barrier engraved with intricate patterns. Zhang Han stood protected within this formidable structure.
Meanwhile, Lin Haishan’s War Iron Tree, though incomplete, deflected most of the attacks. Supplementing his defense, Lin Haishan activated an advanced Earthly Advantage Technique, conjuring eight turtle-shell-like earthen walls. These barriers, though sturdy, barely held up against the relentless assault.
Among the seven challengers, only Lian Tianyu demonstrated decisive adaptability. Recognizing the futility of confrontation, he abandoned the Pure Essence Projection, burrowing into the earth in a desperate bid to survive.
However, such evasive maneuvers only served to delay the inevitable.
"Die!" Zhao Xing roared, his dantian cyclone spinning at full force, amplifying the crushing power of his Pure Essence Projection. Shadows surged forward with unstoppable momentum, heavy and impenetrable as mountains.
Zhang Han and Lin Haishan, their confidence dwindling, were overcome with despair. They realized with horror that their already limited projection areas were shrinking even further.
Zhao Xing's Pure Essence Soil, though cultivated for only a short time, had been nourished with concentrated spiritual energy. Utilizing the specialized Xuanhuang Essence Integration Technique provided by Elder Mi, Zhao Xing merged spiritual energy with his soil to produce unparalleled suppressive force.
With superior comprehension of the Pure Essence Projection, Zhao Xing’s command surpassed that of the seven challengers combined.
A second wave of Heavenly Thunder Fingers tore through the arena. With their territories reduced and space to maneuver limited, Zhang Han and Lin Haishan were reduced to nothing but blood mist under the overwhelming assault.
In just two breaths, six of the seven challengers had fallen. Only Lian Tianyu remained, burrowing desperately underground.
"My heavens! Six were killed just like that!"
"What’s happening?!"
"Why is his Pure Essence Projection so overwhelmingly strong?"
"This is monstrous—"
"How can he simultaneously control over a thousand top-tier manifestations and utilize a technique as powerful as Heavenly Thunder Finger?"
"A Fourth Rank practitioner managing over a thousand top-tier techniques? How is that even possible?"
The spectators, both elite and novice, were left astounded. By conventional reasoning, even mastering the first layer of Derivation of the Divine Spirit would not allow one to command so many manifestations with such ease.
Moreover, Zhao Xing’s execution of the top-tier thunder techniques was so fluid it resembled textbook precision, far surpassing the standards of a Fourth Rank practitioner.
Even Liu Tianning himself hadn’t demonstrated this level of mastery or such an overwhelming number of manifestations during his peak.
Then, something even more shocking occurred.
"Rumble—Rumble—"
The earth cracked violently. Lian Tianyu, who had been burrowing to evade death, suddenly surfaced—reduced to a crushed corpse. His body, mangled beyond recognition, retained only remnants of bone and scraps of flesh. His blood, drained completely, trickled into the fissures below, forming crimson streams.
"A top-tier Earth Palace Technique?!"
"This… is he proficient in all three branches of the Self School?"
"Horrifying—"
The surrounding masters, with their refined senses, immediately recognized the magnitude of Zhao Xing’s ability. Each observed detail only deepened their shock and admiration.
Initially, many believed that a seven-on-one battle would be hard-fought, with Zhao Xing barely holding his own. Yet, contrary to all expectations, the duel concluded in a mere two exchanges.
All seven challengers had perished.
"What kind of monstrous disciple has Liu Tianning cultivated?"
This singular thought resounded in the minds of Chu Qianqiu, Kang Zhengxian, and Zhong Yuan, their expressions frozen in a mix of disbelief and awe.
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