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Chapter 286: Extracting the Heavenly Spirit Pearl, The Expanding Soil, and the Heavenly Soul Tree
🕑 Added 2024-12-12 08:41:53 +0000 UTCThe Golden Dragon Warship's ceremonial entourage entered the Fire Altar, with roaring flames engulfing the procession.
The ship’s protective barrier glowed bright red, dyed by the fiery atmosphere.
Traveling from Pinghai Prefecture to Daoyuan Prefecture required passing through three major provinces.
In non-wartime, even with access to Ninth-Rank Tower Ships managed by the Tower Ship Division, such a journey would take three months.
However, the Lihuo Altar presented an entirely different scenario. Its inter-prefecture teleportation capabilities allowed travel preparation and completion within a day in most cases.
Crossing provinces relied on the number of prefectures involved in the route.
For example, teleporting from Pinghai Prefecture’s Tianyuan Prefecture to Daoyuan Prefecture’s Daoguang Prefecture was the shortest route, encompassing three provinces and fifteen prefectures.
During wartime emergencies, extensive preparations and heightened activation of the Lihuo Altar could significantly reduce the travel duration, albeit at the cost of shortening the altar’s lifespan and consuming precious materials for continued operation.
Under such conditions, the three-province, fifteen-prefecture route could be completed in a single day.
Even during wartime, however, scenarios necessitating this level of extreme overclocking were rare. For instance, during King Liang’s rebellion, it was only used once, and even the large-scale Southern Barbarian War did not warrant its activation.
Moreover, relying solely on the Lihuo Altar was unfeasible for many. Most routes were supplemented with other transportation methods, such as the Biyou Canghai teleportation network or ancient underground pathways.
Liu Tianning chose a longer route of three provinces and eighteen prefectures, avoiding the shortest and most strenuous path.
Now, during peacetime, this approach was more reasonable.
This longer route required passing through some ancient roads.
To reach Daoyuan Prefecture’s Taihe County, they would require roughly seven days, arriving on the tenth day of the fifth month.
Even so, seven days was remarkably swift. As a newly conferred king, Liu Tianning, now a titled ruler with genuine authority, enjoyed rapid preparation and minimal delays.
By the fourth day of the fifth month, they entered Luliang Prefecture.
On the fifth day of the fifth month, they switched to the ancient roads due to damaged Fire Altar nodes in Luliang Prefecture.
This route adjustment caused a half-day delay. The damage, inflicted during King Liang’s rebellion in the twelfth month of the previous year, remained under repair as of the fifth month, and restoration progress had been slow.
Occasionally, Liu Tianning disembarked to showcase his status, meeting dignitaries supporting his ascent.
Zhao Xing estimated it would be challenging to visit Shangluo Academy this May as planned.
On the eighth day of the fifth month, the ceremonial entourage crossed into Daoyuan Prefecture.
Zhao Xing emerged from the ship’s cabin to admire the scenery outside.
"Daoyuan Prefecture, a truly extraordinary place."
His emotions stirred as he considered the significance of this land.
Daoyuan Prefecture was home to three holy lands of the Shennong profession.
Beyond that, the sacred grounds of martial arts, such as the "Divine Martial Academy," weaving arts, like the "Divine Weaving Academy," and medicine, represented by the "Heavenly Medicine Academy," also resided here.
"The spiritual energy here far exceeds that of other provinces. Its population density ranks first among the nineteen provinces, and its Fortune is second only to Tianyong Prefecture."
There was a popular saying: "Whoever controls Daoyuan Prefecture controls the world."
"Daoyuan Prefecture nurtures talent. Countless extraordinary individuals have emerged from here. Its natural environment is simply unparalleled. Ordinary people living here often achieve the minimum cultivation thresholds effortlessly."
"Among its sixteen counties, spiritual energy concentration is at its peak. Many blessed lands are scattered throughout these regions."
"The imperial capital, 'Luoyi,' also known as 'Daojing,' is located here."
"Owning property here is outrageously expensive."
Zhao Xing gazed at the land below. Daoyuan Prefecture boasted numerous cities filled with towering structures and grand architecture. Majestic high-rises that pierced the clouds were a common sight.
Retracting his gaze, Zhao Xing strolled leisurely across the deck.
As he rounded a corner, he encountered Pang Yuanren.
"Zhao Shidi," greeted Pang Yuanren.
Zhao Xing frowned. "Why does he keep trying to ingratiate himself with me?"
Their only connection was their cooperation during the Mingyue Prefecture mission.
Maintaining a normal acquaintance would have been acceptable, but Pang Yuanren continually tried to strengthen ties unnecessarily, creating potential entanglements Zhao Xing wished to avoid.
"That won’t do! I’m long past the days of bearing karmic burdens for others."
"Pang Boshi, I am currently on official business. Please address me by my title," Zhao Xing responded coolly.
Pang Yuanren paused briefly, surprised. "More official business? May I inquire about the nature of this mission?"
"Confidential," Zhao Xing replied curtly. "Today is not convenient for philosophical discussions."
With a polite bow, Zhao Xing turned and walked away.
Pang Yuanren shook his head helplessly, realizing that Zhao Xing remained as distant as ever, despite their shared history in Mingyue Prefecture.
Unfazed, Zhao Xing made his way to the exhibition area.
Row upon row of ceremonial ships trailed the main warship.
"The rewards for a conferred king truly have grandeur."
"The gifts alone take up ship after ship."
"Hmm? What’s that aroma?"
A tantalizing scent wafted through the corridor, its origin near the hallway’s end.
Zhao Xing’s keen nose identified it as a rich and intoxicating wine fragrance.
He saw a figure carrying a bronze container, heading into a room.
"Ah, a distinguished guest must have arrived," Zhao Xing mused.
This was one of the Jiu Xi—specifically, the national wine. The container it was carried in was called a lu.
These bronze vessels varied in form, from tielianglu (carrying-handle lu) to xiannvlu (fairy lu) and hutoulu (tiger-head lu). These ornate vessels were exclusively for royal use.
Only those of royal rank or with explicit imperial bestowal could possess such an item—unauthorized use warranted execution.
Just as Zhao Xing was about to leave, a commanding voice rang out.
"Zhao Xing, come to the Taihe Hall and join me in greeting our guest."
"Yes," Zhao Xing replied promptly.
Upon entering Daoyuan Prefecture, Liu Tianning ceased teleportation travel and continued via warship, intending to host and be hosted by key individuals.
Returning in triumph was not merely symbolic; it was an elaborate display of influence. Liu Tianning’s Golden Dragon Warship, rarely halted, became a beacon for gifts and well-wishers.
"Whenever Old Liu’s warship stops, gifts are sure to follow. Naturally, he also accepts them."
"Each offering is pre-screened."
The gifts themselves were neither extravagant nor excessively humble; they reflected well-established traditions of mutual respect.
However, even to deliver such gifts required considerable prestige—at least the rank of a Second-Class Martial Marquis. This level of connection only qualified individuals to present gifts, with no guarantee of private meetings or invitations aboard Liu Tianning’s warship.
Still, sending gifts alone signified significant status. Whether the sender earned an invitation or had to wait indefinitely for further acknowledgment was uncertain.
As Liu Tianning’s disciple, Zhao Xing naturally accompanied him in receiving visitors.
From Daoyuan Prefecture’s Nanmu County to Daoguang Prefecture’s Taihe County, the journey took thirteen days.
A total of thirty-four kings and eight dukes had sent their direct descendants to deliver gifts personally.
“Quite the spectacle,” Zhao Xing thought to himself, impressed by the pomp and ceremony.
Finally, after much fanfare, they reached Taihe County on May 21st.
The air resounded with ceremonial music, while intricate rituals unfolded one after another.
Fortunately, both Zhao Xing and Liu Tianning had the capability to use their avatars.
While their true bodies participated in formalities, their avatars could handle other affairs.
For most visitors, Zhao Xing’s avatar sufficed to receive them. Only those of significant stature, such as ruling kings, dukes, or First-Class Marquises, warranted Zhao Xing’s true presence to show proper respect.
During this time, Zhao Xing’s true body wasn’t idle either.
In a secluded chamber, Zhao Xing held a luminous, fist-sized pearl in his palm.
“The Heavenly Spirit Pearl.”
“My Pure Essence Soil is currently at Level Four.”
“The total area spans approximately 550,000 square meters, with a radius of about 420 meters.”
“I’ve accumulated spiritual energy twice before—once in the Princess You Ruo’s treasury and once at a Xuantian Sect outpost, where I extracted it from the Xuantian Spirit Coffin.”
“Those two strands of spiritual energy, thanks to the Xuanhuang Essence Breaking Technique, have already enhanced my Pure Essence Soil beyond the standard Level Four threshold.”
“Now, there are five strands of spiritual energy here!”
His gaze fixed on the Heavenly Spirit Pearl, Zhao Xing couldn’t help but admire its brilliance.
This pearl had erupted from within Prince Yanda. The moment Zhao Xing saw it, he hadn’t hesitated to spend a favor to exchange it from the hands of Lord Shenluo.
“Five strands of spiritual energy, all contained within the Heavenly Spirit Pearl,” Zhao Xing murmured.
“Each element of the Five Elements is present, and each strand is twice as potent as those I previously obtained.”
“The Southern Barbarians understand how to harness spiritual energy, but their methods remain crude. They forged the Heavenly Spirirt Pearl from Five Elements spiritual energy but only activated the vitality of Wood spiritual energy. Such a waste.”
Wood spiritual energy provided vitality, ensuring an endless life force. However, Prince Yanda’s skills had been woefully inadequate.
Even with tremendous recovery abilities, he couldn’t withstand an instantaneous kill.
“Xuanhuang Essence Breaking Technique!”
“Pure Essence Projection!”
As Zhao Xing’s hands glided over the Heavenly Spirit Pearl, a shadow descended upon the gem, enveloping its transparent, radiant surface.
A gentle hum resonated, growing louder and sharper.
“Buzz~ Buzz~ Buzz-buzz-buzz!”
The five strands of spiritual energy began to separate from the pearl.
The Heavenly Spirit Pearl cracked and shattered, scattering fragments into shimmering dust.
Swiftly, Zhao Xing withdrew his Pure Essence Projection, using the shadow to guide the Five Elements spiritual energy back into his body.
“Ahhh~”
An indescribable sensation of bliss coursed through Zhao Xing’s mind.
His consciousness descended into his Pure Essence Space.
“Boom—Boom! Boom!”
Inside the Pure Essence Space, the five enormous strands of spiritual energy appeared like colossal light spheres, each as large as a millstone. They descended into the soil below.
Expansion!
Relentless expansion!
The range of the Pure Essence Soil, as well as the Pure Essence Space itself, began to grow rapidly.
The surrounding gray mist dissolved, unveiling fresh, fertile soil.
“It feels as if heaven and earth are being created anew,” Zhao Xing observed in awe.
The five strands of spiritual energy struck the ground like meteors. The earth beneath them roiled as if boiling, with steam-like vapor rising into the air.
The gray mist representing boundaries scattered as the energy surged outward.
The transformation seemed to last an eternity.
Finally, everything settled.
“2,502 meters.”
Zhao Xing smiled with satisfaction.
“A radius exceeding a kilometer—this is now Level Five Pure Essence Soil. Its planting limit has risen to Level Eight.”
“It can now nurture large-scale Level Six plants to maturity.”
“It accelerates the growth of Level Seven plants.”
“And it can sustain the normal survival of Level Eight plants.”
“The total area has reached 19.6 million square meters—nearly 30,000 mu of land!”
As he marveled at the expanded Pure Essence Soil, Zhao Xing felt a deep sense of accomplishment.
“This is a nearly fortyfold increase in area. This Level Five Pure Essence Space isn’t just impressive—it’s exceptional even among its peers.”
“What’s crucial is the completeness of the Five Elements’ spiritual energy. My Pure Essence Soil now possesses preliminary Five Elements properties. With Pure Essence Projection, I can suppress others so thoroughly that they can’t even activate their projections.”
“This is the additional effect brought by spiritual energy. Using regular energy to cultivate Pure Essence Soil could never achieve this,” Zhao Xing concluded silently.
To summon plant-based soldiers, one had to activate Pure Essence Projection first.
When two Shennong cultivators from the Self School engaged in combat, the first step was always deploying Pure Essence Projection, just as Heavenly Timing cultivators would immediately summon clouds during battle.
It was all about seizing control over the natural environment.
If someone was suppressed to the point they couldn’t even project their Pure Essence, or if their projection range was drastically reduced, there would be no point in continuing the fight.
“The spiritual energy of heaven and earth embodies creation itself, nurturing all things. Its power transcends that of ordinary energy.”
“Shangluo Academy undoubtedly has spiritual energy resources. I wonder if I’ll be able to obtain some during this trip,” Zhao Xing pondered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
For future ascension or longevity, spiritual energy was indispensable.
“Xu Xing likely passed away in the seventeenth year of the Great Peace Era.”
“This is a predictable event, widely understood by all.”
“Once Liu Tianning became the First Vice Dean, he was practically exercising some dean-level authority already.”
Training successors was always a gradual process, and the transition of power would start early. It wouldn’t be delayed until someone’s death and abruptly thrust upon the new leader.
“However, Liu Tianning is Liu Tianning, and I am me. Allocated resources are strictly assigned, and things he can use aren’t necessarily available for me,” Zhao Xing thought.
For instance, when Liu Tianning provided Zhao Xing with billions of cultivation resources, it was strictly for Zhao Xing’s own cultivation and couldn’t be shared with others.
“Let’s calculate.”
Zhao Xing stepped onto his Silver Dragon Flying Ship and retrieved a piece of tortoise shell the size of a small room.
The millennium-old Xuan Tortoise had shrunk considerably after years of fire refining.
“Millennium Turtle Shell Divination, asking for fortune.”
With a flick of his finger, flames erupted, enveloping the tortoise shell.
Combining this with the Five-Finger Fate Technique, Zhao Xing began calculating his fortune.
“Great fortune.”
This was the final result of his divination.
“I just hope it includes obtaining spiritual energy,” Zhao Xing muttered, still somewhat uncertain. “The guidance isn’t precise enough.”
"If I don’t use ancient coins, this is the best I can do."
Ancient coins were exceedingly rare, and Zhao Xing couldn’t afford to squander them on this.
"My Fortune remains at Derivation Six. A Fourth-Rank official position hasn’t allowed me to advance further."
"If I could stabilize my Fortune at Derivation Seven, that would be ideal."
During his time in Pinghai Prefecture, Zhao Xing had encountered three ancient coins. Each time, it coincided with his Fortune reaching the volatile state of Derivation Seven.
"But Derivation Seven Fortune is incredibly difficult to achieve."
"Derivation Seven Fortune is the standard for veteran practitioners at the Heavenly Luck realm."
"At Derivation Six, one gains the qualifications to step into the Heavenly Luck realm."
"Once reaching the Second Rank in the Heavenly Luck realm, many powerful cultivators stabilize their realm by seeking refuge in a blessed land, slowly accumulating Fortune. Only with sufficient Fortune can they aim for the complete perfection of the Heavenly Luck realm."
After pondering this, Zhao Xing adjusted his mindset and stepped out of the Silver Dragon Flying Ship.
By the third day of June, Liu Tianning’s triumphant return to his hometown had mostly wrapped up.
The remaining trivial matters were handed over to his avatar.
It was also on this day that Liu Tianning took Zhao Xing to Shangluo Academy.
Since it was Zhao Xing’s first visit, Liu Tianning provided a detailed introduction:
"Shangluo Academy is divided into seven major departments: Shenhua, Jiedao, Yuanming, Yuangi, Bingshi, Shuangsheng, and Shenmu."
"There are also numerous smaller departments such as Tianzhu, Baihua, Qinghe, Ziteng, and Shangheng. Altogether, there are dozens of departments, though some are less renowned and rarely heard of by the public."
Zhao Xing frowned slightly. "Shangheng Academy’s reputation is small?"
As one of the founders of Shangluo Academy, Shangheng’s reputation seemed like it should be monumental to Zhao Xing.
For instance, the Shangheng Measuring Instrument was widely used.
Additionally, the Wenhua Bottle was another significant invention by Shangheng.
Liu Tianning explained, "Shangheng Academy primarily focuses on creating agricultural divine tools and formations. While some of their achievements rival those of major mechanist institutions, their research into mid-tier and low-tier mechanized formations and divine tools often lags behind the pure mechanist sects."
"That makes sense," Zhao Xing nodded.
Every profession has its specialization. While auxiliary skills might encroach on other fields, no one could completely dominate them.
Take the Priest profession as an example. They could invite Shennong Priests to perform agricultural rituals, but in direct comparison, they couldn’t outperform the specialized Shennong profession.
"Shenhua, Jiedao, Yuanming, and Yuangi correspond to the Four Core Methods of the Self School: Condensing Essence, Breaking Limitations, Refining Origins, and Strengthening Foundations."
"Bingshi Academy specializes in combat-oriented Shennong techniques, particularly the training of plant-based soldier types. Nearly all battle-oriented Shennong practitioners come from Bingshi Academy."
"Shuangsheng Academy focuses on the study of primary species and derivative species."
"Shenmu Academy boasts an ancient heritage and possesses plants that have lived for over five hundred thousand years."
As Liu Tianning elaborated, Zhao Xing listened attentively. He already knew much of this, but since Liu Tianning was so enthusiastic, he didn’t interrupt.
The seven major departments were built around core principles. Four of them derived from the Self School’s foundational methods, while Bingshi Academy was established solely for combat.
"Grass and trees as soldiers, leaping through forests," Zhao Xing mused. These were the fundamental techniques taught at Bingshi Academy.
Shennong practitioners from Bingshi Academy rarely planted economic crops. Most of their efforts were devoted to cultivating combat-capable plants or those used for battle support.
Given the spatial limitations of the Pure Essence Soil, they meticulously calculated the utility of every square meter.
Shuangsheng Academy researched the world’s primary plant species, using them as a foundation to cultivate derivative species.
Years ago, Zhao Xing had obtained seeds from Shangluo Academy’s top-tier research division at the Extreme Night Sea, including the Azure Sea Cloud Vine and Fish-Devouring Grass.
These derivative species, improved through research, were significantly stronger than other plants of the same rank.
Today, many foundational crops worldwide, such as Yuan Rice, were enhanced varieties originating from Shangluo Academy, specifically the Yuan No. 18 rice strain.
Even the Heavenly Origin Pearl that Chen Shijie once shared with Zhao Xing was an improved variant developed by Shuangsheng Academy.
Based on these contributions alone, Shangluo Academy’s merit was immeasurable. No dynasty would dare disrupt or disband the academy.
Even though the Self School’s cultivation path was challenging—requiring Fifth Rank merely to begin—every era consistently provided resources to sustain Shangluo Academy, ensuring the Shennong profession of the Self School continued.
"Teacher, does Shenmu Academy, with its ancient lineage, still preserve rare, treasure-grade trees?" Zhao Xing inquired with a trace of excitement.
His fascination with Shenmu Academy stemmed from its profound history.
Plants over ten thousand years old were commonplace in Shenmu Academy, while those over one hundred thousand years old weren’t considered extraordinary.
Of course, only large tree species could survive for such extended periods. Other types of plants couldn’t endure such spans even if they wished to.
"Of course," Liu Tianning replied with a knowing smile. "I’ve seen one and even eaten the fruits of two."
"Which ones?" Zhao Xing’s eyes lit up.
"That’s classified information. I’m bound by a sealing spell from Li Xiu, so I can’t disclose it."
Liu Tianning chuckled. "But once I become the dean, I’ll take you to see them. We can even pick and eat some together."
Zhao Xing nodded, understanding the current stringent regulations surrounding the protection of ancient trees.
"Shenmu Academy shoulders the responsibility of preserving these ancient legacies," Liu Tianning continued.
"Shennong practitioners from Shenmu Academy dedicate their lives to nurturing ancient trees left behind by predecessors."
"Once successful, they focus solely on cultivating that one tree for the rest of their lives."
"After that, they rarely leave Shenmu Academy."
"This is partly to prevent accidents. If such a practitioner were to die unexpectedly while away, their Pure Essence Soil would explode, exposing the ancient tree."
"Given the grade of these ancient trees, they would quickly wither if rooted in barren soil."
"Even if by chance the area were a blessed land, sudden exposure to an unfamiliar environment would make subsequent transplantation difficult."
"During the Taizu Era, there was a tragic incident of this nature."
Zhao Xing listened intently as Liu Tianning recounted the tale.
"Toward the end of the Ten Thousand Nations War, a deputy dean of Shenmu Academy was ambushed on his way to meet Taizu."
"The assailant, a mysterious expert, seized the treasure-grade Dragon Elephant Divine Tree growing within him."
"It’s said the culprit was either the Serpent God of Yinghuang or Anzu, the Heavenly Shaman of the Southern Wilderness."
Zhao Xing’s expression shifted. "The Dragon Elephant Divine Tree?"
Liu Tianning smirked. "So, you’ve heard of it."
Zhao Xing nodded. "Yes, I’ve read about it in classified archives from King Tianyan."
"The legend states that the Dragon Elephant Divine Tree bore two types of fruit: Elephant God Fruit and Dragon God Fruit."
"Consuming them grants the ancient power of the dragon elephant."
"Exactly. The tree also plays a key role in cultivating the ultimate secret technique, the Dragon Elephant Golden Body," Liu Tianning added.
"Martial artists who consume its fruit can refine the mythical Dragon Elephant Golden Body, also known as the Martial God Golden Body."
"Back then, the War God Ji Shuang, also known as Zhao Gong, achieved this technique."
"Taizu summoned the dean of Shenmu Academy, intending to cultivate more Dragon Elephant martial artists."
"But the plan was derailed by the ambush."
The tale of the Dragon Elephant Divine Tree resonated deeply with Zhao Xing. In his past life, during the Emperor Wu’s reign, the Dragon Elephant Divine Tree had been part of a dungeon event set in the Eastern Wilderness. Many top-tier players received missions to escort Shennong practitioners into the royal forbidden grounds of the Serpent Kingdom to complete the transplantation.
Zhao Xing had been invited by a major guild to join an elite team, but their mission ultimately failed when another top-tier team claimed the tree.
"We should’ve stuck together. That idiot Badao Slash-Slash-Slash ruined everything…" Zhao Xing muttered, lost in memory.
Being with Liu Tianning always allowed him to relax, and before he knew it, his thoughts spilled out into words.
"What did you just say?" Liu Tianning's brows furrowed slightly.
"Oh, I just remembered a martial artist I know—his skills were pretty terrible," Zhao Xing replied casually.
"If the team protecting the Divine Tree had been more competent back then, they wouldn’t have lost it," he added quickly, trying to cover up his earlier remark.
"Is there something wrong with your cultivation?" Liu Tianning asked, his tone tinged with concern. It seemed he was worried Zhao Xing might be losing his grip on reality.
"I'm fine," Zhao Xing assured him. "There's no loss of control for now. Please, continue, Teacher."
Liu Tianning nodded. "Throughout history, there have been numerous accidents like this. As a result, the inheritors of Shenmu Academy's Divine Trees almost never venture out anymore."
"Another reason is that nurturing and passing on the Divine Trees requires very specific environments," he added.
Zhao Xing nodded in agreement.
For most Self School Shennong practitioners, once they committed to growing a single Divine Tree, their energy, spirit, and resources would all be devoted to that tree. They usually lost much of their combat capability.
The safest course of action was to remain at Shangluo Academy’s headquarters, where they would be best protected.
Moreover, Divine Trees couldn’t rely solely on a practitioner’s Pure Essence Soil. For these rare treasures, which were classified as “Legendary” or “Peerless,” blooming and bearing fruit required more than just one person’s efforts.
Such trees had to be planted in blessed lands or cultivated in areas rich in concentrated elemental energy.
The world’s highest-grade formation for such purposes, the Earth Repository Reversion Array, though created by Earth School Shennong practitioners, was not situated in Kunyu Academy but instead located within Shangluo Academy.
Liu Tianning then delved into some of the academy’s secrets and legends.
Much of this information was unfamiliar to Zhao Xing. In his previous life, he hadn’t been prominent enough during this period to access such high-level secrets. He could only deduce certain truths later from fragmented accounts.
"Listening to you, Teacher, I finally understand," Zhao Xing said. "No wonder, back at the Extreme Night Sea, so many of King Liang’s sons tried to win you over, even though you had killed one of their retainers."
Later, on the battlefield, Zhao Xing had openly berated King Liang, yet no consequences had followed. Ji Ye had even attempted to mediate the conflict. Ultimately, however, Zhao Xing’s relentless scolding and repeated exposure of King Liang’s faction’s scandals had forced a complete fallout. King Liang had no choice but to sever ties, which resulted in Zhao Xing leaving the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven.
Had King Liang managed to win the support of any one of the three factions, his downfall might have been delayed. If all three factions had backed him, he could have had a real chance at success.
But that was impossible. King Liang’s actions were fundamentally at odds with the principles and mission of the Shennong practitioners.
"Teacher, which department of the Seven Schools are you affiliated with?" Zhao Xing asked.
"Previously, I served as the deputy dean of Shuangsheng Academy," Liu Tianning replied. "Now, I’m competing for the position of deputy dean of Shangluo Academy itself, and I am the primary candidate."
Zhao Xing nodded. There was a significant difference between overseeing a single department and holding a position that encompassed broader administrative authority.
"From what I gather, the remaining obstacles for you mainly come from Bingshi Academy and Shenmu Academy," Zhao Xing observed.
"More or less," Liu Tianning acknowledged. "But, in truth, there’s no one who can stop me now."
"However, I still need to make things perfectly clear to them. They can’t just appease me with superficial compliance or empty flattery when I issue directives."
"What I want is complete control."
"When fundamental interests are involved, there are always a few stubborn individuals who refuse to see reason," Liu Tianning continued, his tone cold. "If they only pay lip service, how can things truly progress? Some things cannot be compromised from the start, or you’ll only face endless trouble later."
Zhao Xing understood exactly what Liu Tianning meant.
At this point, with 80–90% of support already secured, Liu Tianning’s bid for deputy dean was nearly assured.
Whether through demonstrations of personal strength at the Dao Field or his organizational skills during the Southern Barbarian War, Liu Tianning’s abilities, background, and connections had all been thoroughly tested.
Even without a fight, that position would eventually be his.
Yet Liu Tianning wasn’t content with a partial victory. He sought absolute authority.
Because his ultimate goal wasn’t just to lead the Self School but to compete for the position of Grand Shennong in the future.
When Li Boqian eventually passed, Liu Tianning intended to vie for the top position against representatives from the other two schools.
The Self School was already at a disadvantage.
If, at a critical juncture, internal discord arose or key figures faltered, how could they possibly win?
"Currently, there are still dissenting voices from various departments, though the most prominent come from certain individuals in Bingshi Academy and Shenmu Academy," Liu Tianning said. "Coincidentally, these individuals control resources I want."
"Such as?" Zhao Xing asked, curious.
"Take Shenmu Academy’s deputy dean, Zhuang Darun, for instance," Liu Tianning explained. "He is at the pinnacle of the Second Rank and holds the rights to three irreplaceable Ninth-Rank Grand Medicines."
"These medicines can be handed over to alchemists to refine into pills that allow martial artists to advance further. Alternatively, they can be given to physicians to treat certain rare and challenging illnesses."
Zhao Xing nodded slightly. That was indeed significant.
Controlling three unique Ninth-Rank Grand Medicines would allow one to command the loyalty of many alchemists, martial artists, and physicians.
"Is he unwilling to hand them over?" Zhao Xing asked.
"It’s not that he refuses, but his terms are excessively harsh," Liu Tianning said calmly. "Furthermore, if everyone must negotiate through him, wouldn’t that make me, as the dean, beholden to his whims?"
"I’ve communicated with him several times, and others have mediated on my behalf as well."
"Yet his demands remain unacceptable."
"And then there’s Chu Qianqiu from Bingshi Academy," Liu Tianning continued. "He has a powerful backer who inherited a rare treasure of this era—the Heavenly Soul Fruit Tree."
"This fruit, if consumed, allows one’s Yin Spirit to return to a diminished 'subdued' state instead of complete obliteration. After some time, it can gradually recover to a functional level. Tell me, isn’t that invaluable?"
"Absolutely!" Zhao Xing exclaimed without hesitation. If that were true, it could effectively deceive one’s enemies.
If Yang An had eaten such a fruit, he could have resurrected as a Yin Spirit from the Heavenly Soul Temple.
"However, Chu Qianqiu controls the distribution rights. He decides how and when it’s used, and his word is final."
"Not even Xu Xing’s authority holds sway over him."
"If I take the position of dean under these conditions, I absolutely cannot accept this!" Liu Tianning’s eyes glinted coldly as he continued.
"This trip to Shangluo Academy represents the final ultimatum, the last opportunity."
"If they still refuse to meet my terms, I’ll have no choice but to challenge them in the Dao Struggle!"
In situations like these, a Dao Struggle couldn’t be avoided. It was a decisive contest that would determine Shangluo Academy’s future direction.
Of course, if the opposition willingly relinquished their authority, the struggle could be averted.
But if they insisted on clinging to their positions, then it would come down to a fight to the death.
Should Liu Tianning emerge victorious, he would seize their treasures by force.
This wasn’t the first time Liu Tianning and his supporters had clashed with these individuals.
But this time was different. This was the final confrontation.
Either the opposing candidates would kill Liu Tianning, proving themselves as better leaders for the academy’s future.
Or they would die by his hand.
"Teacher, is there anything I can do to help?" Zhao Xing asked.
"You are my disciple, my sole heir, and the greatest testament to my cultivation plan," Liu Tianning said, looking at Zhao Xing intently. "If anyone challenges you, you must accept the duel and emerge victorious. That will be the best support you can offer me."
A cultivation plan? Zhao Xing couldn’t help but recall the three stages Liu Tianning had laid out for him.
The second stage involved cultivating Sixth-Rank plant-based soldiers and Fifth-Grade soil, earning access to resources worth billions.
"My bid for this position is directly tied to advancing the Self School’s cultivation plan," Liu Tianning said. "It’s the same plan I mentioned to you before."
"In the past, when I included you in the first batch, there was little opposition because the resources allocated to you didn’t involve any unique or irreplaceable treasures."
"But now, you’ve grown stronger, and the plan itself will also evolve."
"I want to secure even more precious resources for you because ordinary ones are already useless to you."
"I understand." Zhao Xing's eyes sharpened. "Rest assured, Teacher."
The banquet prepared by Shangluo Academy was only enough for ten people. Now that he was going to eat, someone else would have to step aside.
Because when he ate, he became stronger, and this, in turn, would strengthen Shangluo Academy.
"Of course, I am confident in your abilities." Liu Tianning said calmly. "My only requirement is this: if anyone dares to initiate a Dao confrontation with you, you must kill them without mercy."
Zhao Xing’s brow twitched slightly. Was Teacher Liu afraid he wasn’t ruthless enough?
What gave Liu Tianning such a misconception?
Ah, of course.
Back at Lihuo Dao Academy, he had encountered a similar situation but had shown restraint. Later, at Xuantian Academy, when faced with numerous challenges and gossip, he hadn’t accepted any of them.
It must have been these incidents that made Liu Tianning think he was softhearted.
"Teacher, I understand." Zhao Xing nodded.
This time was entirely different from past challenges.
Some people simply couldn’t be persuaded, no matter what. They would cling to their grievances even in death.
Zhao Xing wasn’t one to fight without profit, but this time, the stakes were significant—huge, even!
He wouldn’t hold back this time!
A low humming sound resonated around them. The barrier outside the warship transitioned from fiery red to clear as they neared Shangluo Academy.
Liu Tianning had other matters to attend to and needed to issue some final instructions.
Seeing his teacher was busy, Zhao Xing went to find a room to rest.
After finishing his discussion with Liu Tianning, Zhao Xing instinctively closed his eyes, sinking into sleep to review his memories of his past life. A moment later, a doubt surfaced in his mind.
"Chu Qianqiu? Could it really be that Chu Qianqiu? Didn't Old Liu leave him alive? But why does it seem like Chu Qianqiu's life is now hanging by a thread?"
"And that guy surnamed Zhuang... his name sounds familiar. Could it be my memory playing tricks?"
In his past life’s memories, Chu Qianqiu hadn’t died, and Zhuang Darong was someone he’d vaguely heard of.
"I don’t know what’s going on. Looks like I’ll have to find out when I get there."
Shangluo Academy, Soldiers’ Institute.
Within a sprawling estate, the houses were surrounded by towering, peculiar plants resembling iron swords, each over a hundred meters tall.
The Sword Bamboo Forest—this was the secluded cultivation ground of Chu Qianqiu, the Vice Dean of the Soldiers’ Institute.
Many students from the Soldiers’ Institute would come here, hoping Chu Qianqiu would grant them a sword bamboo.
The plant-based weapon species managed by the Sword Bamboo Forest were extraordinarily powerful, twice as potent as anything obtained elsewhere.
However, very few managed to achieve their wish. Passing Chu Qianqiu’s tests was notoriously difficult and involved a complex process. Acquiring a single valuable species was no small feat.
Despite the difficulty, people still came, time and again, seeking his favor.
Normally, June was the season when the Sword Bamboo matured.
Yet, this year, the Sword Bamboo Forest was eerily quiet.
This was because Vice Dean Chu Qianqiu had sealed off the forest. Now, he was pacing irritably amidst the bamboo.
Before long, the entire Sword Bamboo Forest grew cold and gloomy.
"Qianqiu~"
A voice echoed through the forest, accompanied by gusts of chilling wind.
Chu Qianqiu stopped abruptly. There was another person in the forest.
"Martial Uncle, what brings you here?"
Chu Qianqiu approached a massive figure—a giant, obese man whose body was practically swollen.
His martial uncle, Jiang Yaochun, was Chu Qianqiu’s most steadfast supporter and the guardian of the Heavenly Soul Divine Tree.
"Liu Tianning is coming," Jiang Yaochun said in a voice that was icy and deep. Standing over five meters tall and nearly three meters wide, he resembled a rolling ball of flesh.
"He’s issued his final ultimatum."
"Final ultimatum?" Chu Qianqiu’s brows furrowed tightly. "I’m already at the late Second Rank, while he’s just entered the Second Rank. Where does he get his confidence?"
"Qianqiu, you cannot win against him," Jiang Yaochun sighed. "No matter the angle you approach it from, you have no chance of victory."
"He intends to lead Shangluo Academy to ascend as the foremost institution of this era, surpassing Xuantian and Kunyuan. He has too many supporters."
"And he himself is an unparalleled genius. Even Xu Xing can’t match his talent."
Chu Qianqiu was also considered a rare genius. His talent and background were no less impressive than Liu Tianning’s. His mastery of the "All Soldiers’ Grass and Trees Art" and the "Divine Bamboo Sword Array" had earned praise from many senior experts.
But unfortunately, his opponent was Liu Tianning.
Even after countless simulations, Chu Qianqiu couldn’t find a way to surpass him.
"I understand, Martial Uncle." Chu Qianqiu’s arrogance was undeniable, but he knew his martial uncle spoke the truth.
"I suggest you accept his terms."
"Martial Uncle." Chu Qianqiu barely contained his anger. "I can step back from the competition, but his terms are outrageous."
"Why should the foundation you traded your life for become his stepping stone? I won’t agree!"
Chu Qianqiu held great respect for his martial uncle. After all, Jiang Yaochun was also a Second Rank cultivator, and his vitality far surpassed that of even a perfected Second Rank.
But the cost of his power was his current form—neither human nor ghost.
By feeding his body to the tree, Jiang Yaochun could never leave Shangluo Academy, nor did he retain any combat ability.
"Qianqiu, the Divine Tree doesn’t belong to me. I merely inherited it, and I consider myself fortunate." Jiang Yaochun looked at Chu Qianqiu with kindness. "Do you resent my sacrifice, or are you unwilling to relinquish your own authority?"
Chu Qianqiu was silent for a moment before replying, "Martial Uncle, to be honest, both."
"I don’t believe Liu Tianning can lead Shangluo Academy to prominence. His cultivation plan will drain the academy’s resources dry."
"According to ancient predictions, Shangluo Academy’s golden age will occur in the next revival era—not now."
"Yes, he’s stronger than me, even stronger than Xu Xing!"
"But he’ll burn out faster than Xu Xing. If he encounters a warmongering ruler in the next generation, the academy’s future will be bleak."
Jiang Yaochun nodded. "You have your convictions. As long as you’re clear-headed, no matter what you decide, I’ll support you."
"Thank you, Martial Uncle."
In the Divine Wood Courtyard, Zhuang Darong paced back and forth, his chubby face rippling with each step.
"Damn it, so ruthless. He just outright kills if you don't comply. He’s on par with Old Xu in his younger days."
"You tell me, what’s the rush? It’s not like I object to him being the dean."
"Isn’t it going to be his sooner or later anyway? I don’t have any personal grudges, right?"
"It’s all for the good of the academy, don’t you think?"
Zhuang Darong turned his gaze toward a refined middle-aged woman sitting gracefully at the table.
"I’ve already said this many times, Vice Dean Zhuang."
"This isn’t our first discussion, either."
The middle-aged woman set her teacup down leisurely, speaking in an unhurried tone. "Vice Dean Zhuang, now you just need to give a straightforward answer—yes or no."
"If yes, then swear an oath with your life soul."
"If no, then one word will suffice. I’ll leave immediately."
With that, the middle-aged woman made a move to stand.
"Wait, wait," Zhuang Darong hastily exclaimed. "Don’t go, I agree. Is that not enough?"
Reluctantly, Zhuang Darong swore an oath with his life soul, binding himself to allow Liu Tianning to allocate the three Ninth-Rank spiritual medicines under his control.
"Very well." The middle-aged woman smiled faintly. "Vice Dean Zhuang, I’ll take my leave now."
"Should I see you out?" Zhuang Darong asked ingratiatingly.
"No need." The woman politely declined.
As he watched her walk away, Zhuang Darong’s face immediately collapsed into a pitiful grimace.
"Ah, this is infuriating."
Just then, three disciples burst into the room, looking anxious.
"Teacher, Liu Tianning and his protégé Zhao Xing have already arrived at Shangluo Academy."
Zhuang Darong’s eyes gleamed with a cunning glint as he turned to one of the disciples. "Xin Bojian, go challenge Zhao Xing on my behalf."
Xin Bojian froze, utterly speechless.
Why didn’t you just go capture Tang Seng yourself, Teacher?
This was as good as sending him to his death!
"Well, Teacher... I suddenly feel a little unwell in my stomach. I might need to see a physician—"
Before he could finish, Zhuang Darong snorted dismissively and turned to a female disciple instead. "Wen Weiqi, you go."
Wen Weiqi’s face flushed red instantly. "Teacher, I am already with child, and it seems my labor is imminent. I-I can’t—"
Beside her, Yu Gongzhi quickly interjected, "Junior Sister, let me escort you to a physician immediately!"
With that, the two of them swiftly left the room, hand in hand.
"Useless bunch!" Zhuang Darong cursed but made no effort to stop them.
He then turned to the altar table, speaking to the memorial tablets placed there. "You see, everyone, it’s not that I’m unwilling to leave something behind for them. But they simply aren’t capable. There’s nothing I can do about it—"
He sighed dramatically, his words trailing into a grumble.
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