At the Blood Apricot Trees courtyard of the Terra Demons’ sacred ground.
Sikong the Younger concentrated on imparting Buddhist Dharma and narrating the classics to Zhen Nu, Zhen Se, Zhen Sha, Zhen Wang, and Zhen Tan. These five cultivators were sitting below and listening attentively.
How could they not listen attentively?
They could see Sikong the Younger walking behind them with his staff in his hand like an angry vajra. Anyone who dared to be distracted would get a hit from the staff!
They weren’t afraid of being beaten. They were afraid of being humiliated. They were even more afraid of being mocked by the Terra Demons who came to watch from time to time.
‘Endure…! We have got to endure! Endure, and we will get through this.’
BANG!
Suddenly, the wooden door was pushed open. A handsome figure rushed into the yard. It was Zhang Ruochen, whose robe was a bit messy.
All the seven monks looked over curiously.
Zhang Ruochen was a little flustered at first. Then he thought of something and had a realization. Finally, he fell into a deep embarrassment.
He looked up at the sky. His expression was thought-provoking. Then he laughed and said to himself, “So that’s it. So that’s it.”
Sikong the Elder was about to ask what had happened.
The soft voice of an alluring woman came from the room. “Master, why are you so flustered? It’s just entering my true form. Although I’m a Saint Devourer, I won’t eat you no matter what.”
Moyin’s curvaceous and graceful body swayed like a willow in the wind as she walked out of the door. Her jade-like fingers were tied to the buttons of her towering chest. Her pretty face had a touch of moving blush. She bashfully smiled.
It was like a spring breeze blowing into the yard.
Although Que Shenzi and Tian Shuzi were not lascivious, they were still attracted by Moyin’s beauty, figure, and charm. Their minds were filled with thoughts.
Such a peerless beauty and temperament that could tempt people to death was a rare existence in the entire Infernal Court.
They stared at Zhang Ruochen with extreme jealousy and cursed in their hearts, ‘Such a pervert and a scum. How can a person like Zhang Ruochen be so close to the Buddhist Sect? He’s a hypocrite with a sanctimonious appearance and a fake monk.’
BANG!
BANG!
Sikong the Elder struck the heads of Que Shenzi and Tianshu with two strokes of his staff. The sound of Buddha’s chant was ear-splitting as he roared, “Calm your mind and subdue your inner demon. Don’t be distracted. All the beauties in the world don’t last long.”
Zhang Ruochen’s heart was in a mess. He already understood why Ji Fanxin had rejected him when he had asked to cultivate in Ji Fanxin’s true form.
‘How embarrasing! It was indescribably awkward.’
Zhang Ruochen wanted to go to the Ghostwood Manor and explain it to her. However, he remembered Ji Fanxin’s last words before he left. “Come find me if you can cultivate the Heaven Sword Soul at the Hundred-Shackle Realm.”
‘This means she didn’t turn me down completely. There is still room for discussion. That’s right. Cultivating the Heaven Sword Soul is the most urgent matter.
‘If I can’t cultivate the Heaven Sword Soul, I can’t condense the Grade Three Swordsmanship Saintwill.’
Time was of the essence. He had to do his best to improve his attainments in Swordsmanship and condense the Heaven Sword Soul before Bai Qing’er broke through the blockade of the Oort Cloud Asteroid Belt and the deities of the Heavenly Realm rushed to the Royal City of Hundred Clans.
In the following days, Zhang Ruochen activated the Sundial. While cultivating the Swordsmanship, he used the Dragonic Flame of Origin given by the Dragon Lord to refine his spiritual power and the Saint Qi in his body.
The Sundial covered the entire courtyard. Suddenly, Que Shenzi and Tian Shuzi truly experienced the feeling of time passing like years. Their attainments in Buddhism grew higher and higher under their extreme resistance.
It couldn’t be helped. The Supreme Saint’s learning ability was that strong.
In reality, three days passed.
In the courtyard, three years had passed.
The acting head of the Xue Jue family, Supreme Saint Qingsheng, came to the sacred ground of the Terra Demons and was received ceremoniously.
After the banquet, Zhang Ruochen and Supreme Saint Qingsheng gathered and discussed in secret.
Zhang Ruochen was relatively straightforward. He took out a superior grade Divine Crystal of Origin. Under Supreme Saint Qingsheng’s shocked gaze, he said, “The Fane of Origin is about to be born!”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng’s hair stood on end. He couldn’t suppress his excitement, “I also heard about the Light of Origin appearing in the Yakshas’ sacred ground. I always thought that the Celestial Court played tricks to blow up the conflict between the Royal City of Hundred Clans and the Infernal Court. I didn’t expect it to be true.”
“I must return to our family immediately and tell Lord Ming about this. It’s best if I inform the Fane of Immortality.”
Zhang Ruochen grabbed his wrist. He looked puzzled. “Wait a minute. What’s the point of telling the Fane of Immortality about such a big matter?”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng was slightly startled. He asked, “The Yakshas are powerful, and the Royal City of Hundred Clans is in a state of chaos. If we don’t ally with the Fane of Immortality, can the Xue Jue family take over the Fane of Origin? We can’t cooperate with the Yanluo clan, right? If the Fane of Immortality finds out later, they’ll definitely have an opinion.”
In the end, their forces were united in the face of significant events.
The Fane of Immortality wasn’t just the center of power for the Immortal Vampires. It also represented the interests of all the Immortal Vampires.
Zhang Ruochen said, “If the Fane of Immortality finds out, even if they take over the Fane of Origin, how much will the Xue Jue family get?”
“Naturally, the deities will discuss the division of interests,” Supreme Saint Qingsheng said.
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, “I mean, even if we join forces, we can only refine the forces within the Bloodysky Clan. After all, the entire Bloodysky Clan is following the lead of the Xue Jue family.”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng still felt this matter was too severe, and Zhang Ruochen was too naive.
Zhang Ruochen continued, “Think about it. Suppose the Qitian Clan and the Azuresky Clan knew about the Fane of Origin. Why would they tell the Fane of Immortality?”
Supreme Saint Qingsheng was moved by Zhang Ruochen’s words. He asked cautiously, “Now, how many forces know about the coming of the Fane of Origin?”
“About twenty.”
Zhang Ruochen continued, “However, only three forces have superior grade Divine Crystals of Origin. The only force that knows the exact location of the Fane of Origin should be our Xue Jue family.”
BANG!
Supreme Saint Qingsheng was so excited that he smashed the table with one palm. He said with a red face, “Why didn’t you say so earlier? Yes, of course. I don’t think we need to join forces with the forces of the Bloodysky Clan. Since we are the only ones who know the exact location of the Fane of Origin, let Lord Ming lead a team and go in to collect some good things first. Ruochen, you’ve made a great contribution to the Xue Jue family this time!”
‘So, you’re also a greedy person!’ Zhang Ruochen coughed dryly and said seriously, “As far as I know, the deities of the Celestial Court are closely monitoring the deities of the Infernal Court. Can Uncle Ming escape easily?”
“Don’t worry. Lord Ming likes to take risks. He might not be willing to do anything without challenges. If he knew about the birth of the Fane of Origin, he would try to escape. You have to believe that he has the ability,” Supreme Saint Qingsheng said.
Zhang Ruochen then told Supreme Saint Qingsheng the exact location of the Fane of Origin.
Supreme Saint Qingsheng couldn’t wait. That night, he left the Royal City of Hundred Clans and rushed back to the Xue Jue family. His heart was boiling again, which had been calm for many years.
Zhang Ruochen certainly couldn’t bear to share the wealth and treasures of the Fane of Origin with the Celestial Court.
Zhang Ruochen told Lord Ming to go in quietly and loot the place for the Xue Jue family. Hence, even if Zhang Ruochen didn’t enter the Fane of Origin, he could still get some benefits.
‘Uncle Ming will have to open a way to enter the Fane of Origin when he is the first to go, right? That will save me a lot of troubles if I follow his route. I don’t even need Kai Luo to break the array.’
It was up to Lord Ming, whether he was capable enough. After all, he was only a new god. Zhang Ruochen still had some doubts about his uncle’s ability.
“What am I thinking? I’m only a Hundred-Shackle Realm Supreme Saint. How can I doubt the ability of a deity?”
Zhang Ruochen shook his head and did not think anymore. He continued to comprehend Swordsmanship.
Zhang Ruochen’s attainments in the precepts and Swordsmanship increased steadily. However, every time he condensed the Heaven Sword Soul, he failed.
Gradually, Zhang Ruochen came to a conclusion about the problem.
First, condensing the Heaven Sword Soul had a high requirement for the number of Precepts of Swordsmanship.
The more Precepts of Swordsmanship he cultivated, the easier it would be to condense the Heaven Sword Soul.
However, Zhang Ruochen was only in the Great Perfection stage of the Hundred-Shackle Realm. After cultivating two hundred million Precepts of Swordsmanship in his body, he had clearly felt a bottleneck. It was extremely difficult to increase it.
Second, condensing the Heaven Sword Soul had a high requirement for the strength of a cultivator’s own Saint Soul.
When Blood Empress gave birth to Zhang Ruochen, she was not a deity. Therefore, although Zhang Ruochen was the son of a deity, his soul power was not strong. He could not be compared with cultivators like Luo Shengtian, Que Shenzi, and Luo Sha. Their souls were nurtured by the deity in their infancy.
How did Lan Ying become the only cultivator in the Thousand-Koan Realm who had cultivated the Heaven Sword Soul since the Yuanhui period?
Other than his profound attainments in Swordsmanship, his soul power was powerful.
He was the Divine Fetus, the body of a spirit soul nurtured by the divine power and Qi of slaughter on the battlefield of gods. It was nurtured for three Yuanhui periods, close to 400,000 years.
His Core Spirit was likely to be a divine soul, but it was sealed at the level of a Saint Soul and had not been fully released. It was even more powerful than Luo Shengtian, Que Shenzi, and Luo Sha.
This level of soul power was something ordinary cultivators, Scion, and Scionesses, could only dream of.
Even with such powerful soul power, Lan Ying had only cultivated the Heaven Sword Soul after breaking through to the pinnacle of the Thousand-Koan Realm. The last time Zhang Ruochen fought with him, he sensed that Lan Ying had more than one billion Precepts of Swordsmanship.
Zhang Ruochen’s soul power was inferior to his, and he only had 200 million Precepts of Swordsmanship. Condensing the Heaven Sword Soul was even harder than ascending to heaven.
“No matter how difficult it is, I have to try.”
Zhang Ruochen decided to do both.
First, since increasing the number of Precepts of Swordsmanship was challenging, he could only improve the quality of the Precepts of Swordsmanship.
Like when he cultivated the Earth Sword Soul, Zhang Ruochen had swallowed a large amount of Meritorious Sword-cleansing Essence and refined the Precepts of Swordsmanship in his body to the extreme. Therefore, he succeeded in one go.
Treasures like Meritorious Sword-cleansing Essence could be found in the Royal City of Hundred Clans.
Second, to improve the Saint Soul.
There were many ways to improve the Saint Soul. For example, to absorb the Saint Soul of other cultivators and refine the stellar soul of a deity.
Guye Jing owed Zhang Ruochen soul power debt. Obviously, he was looking for an opportunity to get it back.
However, compared to absorbing the Saint Soul of other cultivators, refining the stellar soul of a deity would improve the Saint Soul faster. Last time, Zhang Ruochen refined a small amount of the stellar soul of a deity left in the Sevenstar Imperial Palace by Wargod Bloodximius, which improved the Saint Souls significantly.
The stellar soul of a deity…
Zhang Ruochen sighed, “My mother once killed a pseudo god. I don’t know if the stellar soul of a deity is still there. If I can refine the complete pseudo god’s stellar soul… Sigh! Forget it. My mother has gone to the Jadeite Realm. I’ll think of a way in the Royal City of Hundred Clans!”
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