Chapter 5 Daily Life at Zixiao Palace (1)
Chang Hao originally wanted to do his job diligently as appointed by Hongjun, so that he wouldn't look too bad as a dependent. However, Hongjun had no friends, and his position as a gatekeeper was merely nominal, with no one visiting him at all.
From the moment Hongjun enlightened Chang Hao, whenever Hongjun sat on his cloud couch to cultivate, he would always make Chang Hao sit below him.
Sitting on the futon, Chang Hao sighed helplessly, though on the surface, life seemed peaceful and serene.
When Hongjun opened his eyes, he could see Chang Hao calming his mind and entering a meditative state, effortlessly creating things. He was indeed a promising cultivator, but the inherited memories were too rudimentary and crude.
Guiding cultivation is impossible; Hongjun was born powerful, and in the early stages, he relied on the inheritance from Chang Hao's sea of consciousness to proceed step by step.
Little did he know that Chang Hao had no inherited memories at all. With Hongjun by his side, he dared not make any big moves. He could only mechanically absorb and exhale spiritual energy to replenish his thirsty meridians, and at the same time, combine his own knowledge with his own situation to figure out his own cultivation method.
Hongjun flicked Chang Hao's forehead from afar, enjoying the vivid expression of Chang Hao's anger that dared not be expressed, and then entered a meditative state of satisfaction.
Chang Hao took a deep breath, ground his back teeth, and remained calm. This was nothing.
Don't forget how you survived under the thumb of powerful officials after a few good days.
"What, you're not convinced?" Hongjun realized that the dumpling he had picked up had quite a temper.
"What do you think?" Chang Hao gritted his teeth. "Why would you lay a hand on me?"
Chang Hao's words only made things worse, as they stirred up Hongjun's hands, who unexpectedly reached out and pinched Chang Hao's chubby cheek. "Feels nice."
Chang Hao instantly bristled, covering his reddened cheek. "I told you not to touch me! Don't you have any idea how strong you are?" His face couldn't withstand that pinch; it hurt terribly.
"So delicate, how will you survive in the prehistoric world in the future?" Hongjun reprimanded calmly.
"Don't worry about it. Who's like you, fighting and killing every day?" Chang Hao had already made plans for himself.
When Hongjun got annoyed with him and sent him away from Zixiao Palace, he went down to the prehistoric world, found a mountain without an owner, and lived a life of leisure as an immortal, traveling around the vast and beautiful land, where he could go wherever he pleased.
"Naive. If you don't kill him, he'll kill you." Hongjun couldn't help but wonder if he should let someone go down to train. With him watching over him, it shouldn't be a problem.
Chang Hao remained noncommittal. The word "naive" had nothing to do with him. "I won't offend others unless they offend me" was Chang Hao's principle. If it really involved something he cared about, Chang Hao would be ruthless than anyone else.
The peaceful days were soon shattered. Hongjun sensed the soaring bloodthirsty aura in the prehistoric world from Zixiao Palace. It must be that Luo Hou stirring up trouble in the prehistoric world again.
Last time, Hongjun admitted to using the Jade Disc of Creation to scheme against him, but Rahu will never be able to attain his Dao.
To prevent Chang Hao from neglecting his cultivation while he was away from Zixiao Palace, Hongjun gave him a peach tree, saying, "This is a primordial Ren water peach tree, which ripens once every nine thousand years. Plant it and stay in Zixiao Palace in peace, guarding the gate until I return."
Chang Hao, holding the small peach tree that was as tall as him, was at a loss, his eyes filled with disbelief. Was he really going to leave?
These are the legendary peaches of immortality! The Great Sage was imprisoned for five hundred years, and one of his crimes was those peaches! What if he killed them while they were growing?
"Wait, where are you going?" Apart from seeing Hongjun's murderous aura during the creation of the world, Hongjun in recent years, apart from the occasional wickedness, has always been aloof, solitary, indifferent and noble in front of Chang Hao.
Chang Haocai suddenly realized that Hongjun had always been that dangerous innate demon god, and had never changed. What if he went to fight to the death and didn't come back?
"Go and deal with that troublemaker. You just stay put and you'll be back soon." Hongjun noticed Chang Hao's unconscious concern, and a smile quickly flashed across his eyes.
"You still haven't said where you're going?" Chang Hao pressed.
Hongjun smiled but remained silent.
Chang Hao quickly realized that he had asked a stupid question. Perhaps even Hongjun himself didn't know where to settle down. Was his laughter just now mocking him?
Chang Hao, holding his breath, watched Hongjun leave for the prehistoric world. Then, he carefully selected a place in the backyard with abundant spiritual energy, intending to plant the peaches that Hongjun had entrusted to him.
With no tools at hand, Chang Hao could only carefully place the peach on the strange rock, conjure up a small hoe, and intend to dig a hole.
However, no matter how much he dug at the soil beneath his feet, it remained unmoved. Even when Chang Hao channeled the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and used his magic with great effort, each grain of soil seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, far beyond what he could lift at this moment.
"This soil is extraordinary." Chang Hao sighed as he looked at the Heavenly Soil. If he could save some, he could choose a mountain peak after he became free, open a cave, and plant crops with this soil. The mountain would surely be as beautiful as a fairyland.
With his current level of cultivation before he could take human form, he couldn't dig it up, let alone complete the task assigned by Hongjun.
Chang Hao casually sat cross-legged on a 'rock', his hands supporting his knees and his palms propping up his cheeks, pondering what to do next.
Hongjun left Zixiao Palace, so it's impossible that he would give him an impossible task. Ultimately, it was because he was defeated and lost all his cultivation.
Chang Hao's eyes flickered slightly. Yes, it was cultivation level.
"To forge iron, one must be strong oneself." Chang Hao then realized that Hongjun was subtly reminding him not to slack off, and that planting trees was just a side effect.
Having figured out the key point, coupled with his shallow cultivation, he felt completely insecure.
At that moment, Chang Hao sat cross-legged in meditation, deciding to take advantage of Hongjun's absence to first assess his own foundation and tailor a set of cultivation techniques for himself. Before, when Hongjun was present, he dared not make any big moves.
Having been suppressed by the system for several previous epochs, he could only read books when he was bored. With his rich theoretical knowledge, he confidently created a set of cultivation techniques for himself.
Since innate spiritual roots are not so easy to die, Chang Hao placed it beside him with peace of mind and pulled out the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag that he had stuck in his head as an ornament.
With the innate spiritual root and the Xuan Yuan Water Control Flag standing guard on the left and right, Chang Hao arranged them in a simple circular formation with himself. The condensed innate spiritual energy caused the spiritual energy in this place to almost solidify, with white mist swirling around.
Freedom is such a comfortable life; every breath is invigorating. The place where Chang Hao is is a rare paradise.
Soon, Chang Hao progressed smoothly from Earth Immortal to the Taiyi Golden Immortal realm, where the Three Flowers Gather at the Top and the Five Qi Converge at the Origin.
Unfortunately, Chang Hao only had a small golden lotus on his head, which was illusory and ethereal, and it was obvious that his cultivation level was unstable.
Unaware of the passage of time, Chang Hao opened his eyes with a sense of unfinished business, but then noticed the emptiness within his body. Knowing that this was his limit, he stopped trying to further improve his cultivation level.
With a thought, he transformed himself into the appearance of a young boy, moving freely, though his short arms and legs made it difficult for him to pick up the sword technique.
Then he tried to store his only spiritual treasure in his Purple Mansion. After a lot of effort, the flag finally gave him the courtesy of entering the Purple Mansion to find a place to settle down.
Chang Hao turned his gaze to the peach tree, carefully selected a spot, and planted the peach, one of the ten innate spiritual roots. Staring at the still very short peach tree in front of him, he held a fervent hope.
He hopes that the peaches of immortality will ripen soon. These treasures of heaven and earth would be of great benefit to his restoration of his realm. He wonders if Hongjun is generous enough to grant him such a gift.
Coming to his senses, Chang Hao felt a moment of shame and did some self-reflection.
Hongjun never wronged him and even helped him out; otherwise, he wouldn't know how long he would have been wandering in the chaos, and he might have even been swallowed up by it.
On the contrary, he was the one who stabbed someone first, and then he was living under someone else's roof. He was in the wrong, so he shouldn't make the same mistake again.
After his mindset changed, the peaches no longer held any appeal for Chang Hao. As a result, the three flowers on top became more solid and were no longer something that could be blown away by the wind.
Chang Hao put away his unkind thoughts, looked down at the Taoist robe he was wearing, which he had conjured up. If it failed, for example, if he was seriously injured, he would have to run around naked.
Chang Hao felt uneasy because the clothes weren't real. He couldn't do anything about it before because his magical power was too weak, but now that he had some cultivation, his deep-rooted habits immediately surfaced, making him feel uncomfortable all over. He needed to change his clothes.
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