Chapter 1 It’s been fifteen years since I crossed the ant race!
In the Canglang Mountains, in a small courtyard hidden in the clouds and thick fog, a girl with black hair and fair skin is practicing with her eyes closed.
The Canglang Mountains are not a place with abundant spiritual power, but at this moment, countless spiritual powers are naturally gathered here, flowing with her breathing, like rivers rushing around her body. Looking around, this situation can be called a miracle in the entire mountain range.
But no matter how many times her mental method circulated, such amazing spiritual power could not sink into her dantian and turn into cultivation, let alone help her break through the obstacles in one fell swoop, shed her mortal body and enter the Taoist gate.
Chu Sheng sighed and had to forcefully open up his meridians bit by bit, allowing as much spiritual power as possible to remain in his limbs and magical instruments, and then he opened his eyes reluctantly.
Without building the foundation, the spiritual energy in the spiritual palace and meridians is like water in a reservoir, which will dry up once used up.
Even though Chu Sheng had already expanded his meridians as much as possible, allowing himself to possess meridian strength comparable to that of a late-stage foundation-building cultivator at the time of Qi training...
But for other cultivators who can create their own small spiritual power circulation, this method is ultimately a stopgap measure.
Could it be that because her bound mental method is the Tongxin Jue of the Hehuan Sect, but she herself can only practice the ruthless way, her path in this life is really limited to staying outside the Taoist sect, and even after a hundred years, her skills have not improved at all?
Chu Sheng's thoughts reached this point, and she couldn't help but feel a little upset. But at this moment, the beads on her wrist, which were used for communication, suddenly became hot for a moment. She thought about it, and a voice came from the jade beads.
"My disciple Sheng'er, I calculated that you have been away from home for a long time. I miss you very much. I wonder when you will return to the sect?"
Chu Sheng was silent for a moment at his master's flowery words. He spun the sound-transmitting beads with his fingertips, and as expected, another sentence came out:
"The sect competition is in half a decade. With your level, even if your cultivation can't improve, you can still easily take those clucking free-range chickens at home for a walk around the sect. Once you've had enough fun outside, come back and kill these little bastards. Don't force me to go to Canglang Villa to find you in person!"
This time everything was finally normal. Hearing this familiar style of painting, Chu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief.
Chu Sheng suddenly traveled to this world fifteen years ago. An unprecedented rainstorm took the life of a three-year-old girl, but it also gave this ghost from another world a glimmer of hope.
Upon waking up again, Chu Sheng felt out of place in the mortal world. This anomaly was soon noticed by the immortal who regularly came to recruit disciples. After Chu Sheng followed the immortal and joined the sect, he found that his starting identity had become very complicated:
She joined the Hehuan Sect!
The He Huan Sect belongs to the lineage of Dharma Cultivation. Its disciples are famous for their graceful dancing skills among the flowers. The internal rules are even more famous: ten years of fishing, a hundred years of fish farming, and a thousand years of ascension.
Of course, this happened many years ago. When Chu Sheng joined the sect, the Hehuan Sect had already fallen from a first-rate sect among the Dharma cultivators to the bottom of the second-rate, no longer having its former glory.
Only the outrageous goal of striving to become Aquaman is passed down as a fine tradition to this day.
However, the He Huan Sect's situation did not affect Chu Sheng's pursuit of spiritual cultivation. Yun Mengzi, the man who had taken her away, was a powerful Mahayana cultivator and a supremely handsome man, unparalleled in the world. Unfortunately, despite his beauty, he possessed a unique personality.
One of the characteristics of Yun Mengzi that people always complained about during his long journey of cultivation was that he often fell into a deep sleep at any time and place regardless of the occasion. Yun Mengzi's name became famous all over the world because of this.
Even though such a special person is an elder of the Hehuan Sect, his best skill is naturally not the fish-raising method that has been passed down for many years within the Hehuan Sect - but various ways to save his life after waking up and to escape using the teleportation array.
Therefore, as the first disciple brought back by this elder who did not play by the rules, Chu Sheng naturally encountered an accident as expected.
It was clear that he could master the sect's mental methods in a flash, and the body movements and swordsmanship were mastered with just a little practice. Even the young Chu Sheng, who hadn't even mastered the Dao, was able to defeat his senior brothers and sisters who had been with him for a long time with just his sword. He also let go of his ideological burdens, made sufficient preparations, and seriously planned to become the new generation of the Sea King legend...
But no matter how many rare treasures he had, or how many magical weapons and elixirs he had, it could not change the fact that Chu Sheng was always stuck in the Qi training stage and could not make any progress. It was not until Yun Mengzi forced the sect leader to activate the sect's treasure, the mirror, to look at it that he recognized the reason.
As a core disciple of the Hehuan Sect, whose soul and blood are connected to the sect's soul lamp, Chu Sheng is a born ruthless Taoist practitioner, and is naturally incompatible with the Hehuan Sect's mental method!
Core disciples who have been reported to the Taoist sects of the heavens are not allowed to choose another sect, otherwise it will be regarded as betrayal and the Heavenly Dao will send down nine days of thunder to punish them as a warning to others.
As a core disciple, Chu Sheng could not switch to other sects. The conflict between his mind method and the Dao tradition prevented him from using the vast spiritual power for his own benefit. Even if he possessed the extraordinary enlightenment ability of the ruthless Dao, it was obvious to the naked eye that this was a dead end.
In this situation, everyone thought that in this unsolvable situation, Chu Sheng would be released by Yun Mengzi back to the mortal world to live out his life as a mortal.
Yun Mengzi looked at his only difficult disciple, who had searched all the classics and secret scrolls but still couldn't find the right method. However, he still slammed the table in front of the sect leader and made a great wish:
"My disciple is so incredibly talented, there's no way she'd waste her life because of something like this... Even if she ends up being a mere mortal, since she's already my disciple, I'll protect her for the rest of her life. You don't need to worry about her!"
Yun Mengzi's words were powerful and his sincere love for his disciple was shocking. However, Chu Sheng knew very well that Yun Mengzi was an elder and not the sect leader, and that the Hehuan Sect did not have his say. Given his special situation, it was not a good idea for him to stay in the Hehuan Sect.
She talked with Yun Mengzi for a long time and finally won the opportunity to travel for a long time by relying on her sword skills and physical skills that were beyond the level of most people.
"Sheng'er, there's nothing to worry about when you're away from home as a teacher. It's always the Wuqing Dao that bullies others, never the ones who get bullied in return. But you have to remember, you're traveling this time for no other reason than three things..."
Yun Mengzi filled her apprentice's bag like a mother hen and gave Chu Sheng earnest instructions.
"Refine your mind, refine your mind, and refine your mind again! Although the Joyful Unity Technique is too basic, it is still a profound mental method. As long as your state of mind is honed to the right level, even without profound cultivation, you can achieve a qualitative change from quantitative change. Coupled with the combat power of the Merciless Dao, even defeating everyone in the sect will be a piece of cake for you!"
But I'm really not some chosen one, Master! Do you still remember we're from the Hehuan Sect? Where on earth do you get this mysterious confidence that you're unbeatable in the sect?!
Chu Sheng had no choice but to nod in the face of her teacher's earnest expectations - and then began her perverted wandering and adventurous career, which consisted of two practices, one simulation, and three years of actual combat.
The good news is that Chu Sheng's travel experience in the past few years has allowed him to successfully take his understanding of footwork and swordsmanship to a higher level, and he has evolved from Chu Sheng 1.0 to Chu Sheng 1.0 pro MAX.
At least, as Yun Mengzi said, he should be able to fight off a group of free-range chickens who have barely established their foundation at the peak of Qi training... No, it should be more than enough to fight his junior brothers and sisters.
Bad news, Chu Sheng is three days away from turning eighteen, and he has failed again in building his foundation. As a disciple of the Dharma Cultivator, he knows nothing about Taoism. On the contrary, the Sword of Love, which is not valued much in the Hehuan Sect, has been practiced to near perfection.
The so-called quantitative change in the operation of the mental method to produce a qualitative change is still a long way off, and there is no clue, but the urging from the master to return to the sect has already arrived...
Isn’t this the feeling of working on a paper in the previous life and only having to write a title until the deadline?
Although her master treated her very well, she really didn't want to go back and face a bunch of troublesome junior brothers and sisters, Chu Sheng sighed with a slight headache.
The aroma of grains wafted out, interrupting Chu Sheng's complicated thoughts. She calmed herself down and went back to the kitchen. She walked to the pot on the fire, took out a spoon and scooped out half a bowl of bubbling rice porridge.
During this journey, Chu Sheng not only gained rare treasures, but also acted as a good person by rescuing a wounded man from danger.
The unconscious young man had scars all over his body, but his handsome features could not be concealed. It was a pity that he looked so sad at such a young age. I don't know if he was trapped in love or confused by something else.
Saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. In the spirit of humanitarianism, Chu Sheng took him to the other courtyard and settled him there. She returned and practiced for a while, then carefully cooked a pot of rice porridge with spiritual fire and spiritual rice. Calculating the time, he should be waking up soon.
Thinking of this, Chu Sheng brought a bowl of porridge to the injured man. However, when he pushed the door open, he was met by the injured man who had just sat up from the bed. He opened his dark eyes and asked warily, "Where is this? Who are you?"
Whatever you say, he's so energetic right after waking up! This guy is so full of energy...
Chu Sheng's footsteps paused slightly for a moment, and then he put down the bowl in his hand and answered under the other person's gaze.
"My name is Chu Sheng. This is the Canglang Mountains. Don't be nervous. If you can wake up, it means you are safe."
"First Sheng?"
The injured young man was a young man with a rather stern demeanor. He paused for a moment, as if organizing his words, then turned his upper body towards Chu Sheng and spoke.
"I'm sorry, I can't get out of bed to thank you for now."
Chu Sheng, who had extensive experience with injuries, nodded as expected. It seemed that this person would need to recuperate for more than a month.
"Don't worry about that. What's your name? Do you have a master? This part of the Canglang Mountains is no longer a place where spirits are cut off. You can use the communication talisman to notify the sect to come and pick you up."
The stern young man revealed his origins.
"My name is Ling Fengzhi, and I'm a disciple of the Sword Palace."
He didn't seem to like talking too much at once, and after a brief silence, he continued.
"I don't have a contact jade talisman, but the sect will send someone with a token to find me...Fellow Daoist, I will definitely repay you with all my strength for your help."
Ding!
When Ling Feng gave his name, Chu Sheng seemed to hear a voice in her ears. However, the girl was not disturbed by it. She just raised her eyes and spoke to the boy.
"No need to be so polite, Fellow Daoist Ling. Saving you was just a simple matter. It doesn't matter if you can't contact the sect. Now that things have come to this, you can rest here and recuperate. We can discuss other matters after you recover."
She quickly arranged for Ling Fengzhi, who had just woken up, and then left the guest room calmly. She did not return to her room until she opened the restriction that prohibited outsiders from entering. Then she took out her tightly clenched fist from her sleeve and slowly opened it.
In Chu Sheng's palm was the portable magic weapon that Yun Mengzi had given her when she became his disciple. It was a Sumeru mustard seed in the shape of warm jade. Although it was not large in size, it could be opened and used normally without any cultivation, which was very practical for her.
At this moment, this warm jade, the culprit of the previous abnormal movement, was floating in the air, emitting a bright light.
Is it a very confusing curse, a joke from the master, or a secret realm that I suddenly sensed?
Chu Sheng stared silently at the warm jade floating in the air. For some reason, he didn't want to study the cause of its formation. Instead, he drew out his sword and tried to chop off this thing that suddenly caused trouble.
The warm jade flickered for a while, and before Chu Sheng was about to strike with his sword, it suddenly emitted an incomparably dazzling light. Chu Sheng was so excited that he couldn't help but close his eyes...
【You are awake, my destined one. 】
All right.
Chu Sheng thought to himself with an expressionless face.
Even though he didn't give birth to a Shugo Chara at the age of six, didn't receive a letter brought by an owl at the age of eleven, and didn't receive an invitation from Kassel Academy at the age of eighteen...
But it doesn't matter. After all, it's incredible that you suddenly have the legendary adventure after traveling through fifteen years.
hehe.
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