A glint of gold flashed in the boy's eyes, and he immediately saw through Feng Bingwen's demeanor and discerned his true nature.
Having been injured earlier, he only had a rough sense of the situation. Now that his injuries have healed, even without consciously trying to perceive it, he could see through the person in front of him whom he had mistaken for a river god at a glance.
"Senior has excellent eyesight! This junior is indeed not the River God!"
Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully, his posture very upright. Although he had just helped the boy, judging from the boy's recent movements, even without his help, he could recover after lying down for a while, although it would take a bit longer.
"You are a human!"
Although it was a question, the boy's tone was very certain. The more he looked, the more something seemed off; the more he looked, the more mysterious it seemed.
"yes."
Feng Bingwen admitted that the young man in front of him had seen his dragon-human appearance, so there was no need to hide it. Moreover, Feng Bingwen felt that if the young man in front of him really met the requirements for him to make a wish to the Heavenly Book, then hiding it would just be a joke.
"How did you do that?"
Although one's own eyes can see through falsehoods, it is extremely rude to pry into the privacy of others without their permission—and demons need not even mention such things.
"Uh, I accidentally swallowed a Dragon Ball about half a year ago!"
Feng Bingwen told the truth, which was a fact that needed no concealment. However, when he mentioned the Dragon Ball, he was still a little uneasy. Even though he had not entered the cultivation world, he knew that the Dragon Ball he had obtained was a rare treasure.
"Dragon Balls! Where did you get the Dragon Balls from?"
The once otherworldly and ethereal youth now showed interest on his face, becoming more human. His primordial spirit connected with heaven and earth, knowing that this place was rich in water vapor, and that where there were many lakes and marshes, there must be dragons and snakes!
However, the abundance of dragons and snakes does not equate to the abundance of dragon pearls; without a profound level of cultivation, one cannot form a dragon pearl. And the child before him, whom he mistook for a river god, is, if the influence of the dragon pearl were removed, simply an ordinary person.
"Um, if I said it fell from the sky, senior, would you believe me?"
Feng Bingwen spoke sincerely, but anyone with even a little common sense about cultivation would think he was talking nonsense.
"..."
The boy remained silent for a moment, closed his eyes slightly, and then, under Feng Bingwen's questioning gaze, opened his eyes.
"letter!"
His tone was resolute, without the slightest doubt, as if he had simply believed his absurd statement.
"Senior, do you believe me?"
Feng Bingwen was extremely surprised.
"You are not lying."
The boy didn't take it seriously.
"Besides, although your experience is strange, I have seen similar cases in books, so it is not surprising."
Are there people like me?
Feng Bingwen was somewhat curious.
"Yes, there are those who are born with great fortune. They can obtain a thousand-year-old elixir by falling off a cliff, or a ten-thousand-year-old spiritual root by entering a cave."
The boy remained calm and casually quoted a case recorded in the classic text.
"Isn't this..."
Feng Bingwen was about to blurt out the word "European Emperor," but he quickly stopped himself. He understood which type of person the young man was referring to, so he used a different term.
"The chosen one?"
"That's a pretty good description."
The boy nodded.
"So, what will be the ultimate outcome for this chosen one you see?"
"He has become just another ordinary person!"
"ah?"
Feng Bingwen didn't quite understand.
"He lost a battle, and the moment he lost, he lost everything, including his luck!"
The boy's tone remained calm, but it carried a hint of warning.
"Can luck be lost?"
"Of course we can lose."
The young man said no more. Although the child in front of him was full of good fortune, he had not yet begun to cultivate.
"I see."
Feng Bingwen suddenly realized that the young man probably regarded him as a chosen one, otherwise it would be hard to explain why he had the extraordinary encounter of obtaining a Dragon Ball for no reason.
"Thank you for your guidance, senior."
Although people had misunderstood, Feng Bingwen couldn't explain further and could only accept it.
"No need for thanks. You just activated the spirit of the lake, which helped me recover."
The boy shook his head, and at the same time, he seemed to realize that he had become the child's lucky charm. Otherwise, if the child had escaped from the Netherworld Mountain, he would have ended up here of all places.
“My name is Zhao Junxian. Since you have helped me, I should repay your kindness. Do you have any requests? I will do my best to fulfill them.”
"My name is Feng Bingwen. Since I can remember, I have admired the stories of immortals and heroes. However, due to my young age, I have no way to seek the Dao. Today, I am fortunate to meet you, senior. I humbly request your guidance in cultivation!"
Feng Bingwen was not polite either. After bowing, he made his request.
"Give me some pointers!"
Li Junxian wasn't surprised to hear the child offer advice, but a troubled look appeared on his face.
"If it's a hurdle in your cultivation, I can offer some pointers, but if it's about guiding you into the path of cultivation, I don't have much confidence!"
"Forehead!"
The young man's answer was completely unexpected by Feng Bingwen. What was this? A high-EQ rejection?
Is there a mistake in this heavenly book? No, that's not right. How could there be a mistake in a heavenly book? He could even get the Dragon Balls, so how could there be a mistake when he takes a master as his disciple?
Is it difficult to guide someone into the path of spiritual practice?
Feng Bingwen couldn't help but ask, seeing the troubled look on the young man's face, could it be that the threshold for cultivation is extremely high?
"Cultivation itself is not difficult, but it is somewhat difficult to lay the foundation for becoming an immortal."
Seeing that the child in front of him seemed to have misunderstood something, the boy explained. But when he spoke, Feng Bingwen was surprised. He was overjoyed and couldn't help but smile.
His words were always about the Dao and immortals; clearly, he was a powerful figure in the Daoist world, and the Heavenly Book remained as reliable as ever.
"As long as you can cross the threshold to cultivate, that's enough."
Feng Bingwen bowed respectfully, indicating that he was not greedy and was content with just being able to cultivate; he could think about becoming an immortal later.
“How can cultivation be so casual? The beginning of cultivation is to condense the vital energy and open the meridians. This is the foundation of cultivation and determines the height you can reach in your future cultivation.”
The boy looked serious.
Does the starting point determine the ending point?
Feng Bingwen also became more cautious, and felt fortunate to have made a wish upon the Heavenly Book.
He had considered whether he should try to find some cultivation methods on his own. He couldn't get his hands on the advanced techniques, but getting some basic, introductory methods shouldn't be too difficult.
But looking at what the young man was saying, if this first step is wrong, forget about the rest—it's all over. This is common knowledge in cultivation, but if you don't know it, your whole life is ruined.
"That's roughly it. The process of condensing the primordial energy and opening the meridians is divided into nine grades. The upper three grades offer hope of becoming an immortal, the middle three grades can lead to the formation of a golden elixir, and as for the lower three grades..."
Zhao Junxian shook his head, too lazy to say anything more. Judging from his expression, he probably wouldn't achieve much at the lower third rank.
"What was your pulse like back then, senior? Was it Grade One?"
Feng Bingwen asked curiously.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com