Chapter 135: The Shock Brought by the Silver Spirit Fish

Strange, where is my son?

Could he be in seclusion? I don't see anyone.

Chen Yuan came to the mountain; as before, every time he came, his son would wait for him, would know he had arrived, would watch him in advance. Longshe Shan was his son's territory; anything happening there could not escape his son's eyes.

This time, however, his son did not appear, as if he had disappeared. Chen Yuan did not act hastily but waited outside, observing the changes in Longshe Shan. Each time he came, he felt pleased; the Dragon Tooth Rice at the mountain's base was about to mature. Whenever he saw those Dragon Tooth Rice, he felt gratified, having watched them grow to maturity.

This is the future of the Chen Clan.

Chen Yuan liked the current Longshe Shan very much; the spiritual qi was rich and abundant, there were many spiritual medicines, growing rapidly. Within ten years, this place would certainly be the best blessed land in the vicinity, without equal. Thinking that the Chen Clan possessed a mountain with a spirit vein, sitting on a mountain peak, Chen Yuan would laugh in his dreams.

What this mountain was like before and what it is now, he saw with his own eyes; he had watched his son's changes to Longshe Shan over the years. He had not spared support for his son—those spirit stones, those materials—were not wasted; his son had achieved results, and this is the future of the Chen Clan.

With such a mountain, it would be impossible for the Chen Clan not to rise; however, this mountain must not be leaked, must not be let known to others, as it concerns the future of the Chen Clan and must be taken seriously.

Especially those fellows from the Yin Gui Sect—if they knew there was a spirit vein here, they would certainly be tempted.

Sit down and wait patiently.

An hour passed, and his son still showed no movement, as if he were in seclusion.

Chen Yuan glanced at the house; the formation had been activated, making it impossible to approach or inspect.

He couldn't really be in seclusion, could he?

If his son were in seclusion, he might have to go down the mountain.

Chen Yuan's purpose in coming this time was to ask his son about forming a golden core; he felt he could attempt it, but he was still somewhat worried and afraid, so he had come specially to consult his son's opinion, and at the same time hoped his son could act as his Dharma Protector.

If one were to ask who is the strongest in the Chen Clan, this young son would certainly be among them.

He is no longer that little son of before; his son has been concealing his cultivation strength, yet some signs can still be seen.

There are some things Chen Yuan knows, but he has not spoken of them.

Therefore, for such an important matter, he certainly would ask his son's opinion.

Chen Yuan also feared failure; if forming a golden core failed, what awaited him would be death and the disappearance of his Dao.

This step is different from other realm breakthroughs; there is no second option. Basically, if the first breakthrough fails, there is no second chance. After forming a golden core there is still the tribulation crossing; the power of the lightning tribulation gives him some confidence, but he fears the human tribulation after the lightning tribulation—that is truly the most terrifying.

After all, around Longshe Cheng, many small rats are eyeing him.

The people of the Yin Gui Sect, plus demonic beasts, plus members of other sects—although those sects look like orthodox paths, when they strike they are even more ruthless than the Yin Gui Sect, and once they act, you have no room to turn the tables.

Another two hours passed.

Still no sign that his son intended to leave seclusion; Chen Yuan knew he might not see his son emerge today.

He rose, brushed off the dust on his body, and prepared to go down the mountain.

Splash—

Chen Yuan raised his head, looked toward the mountaintop, and his eyes blinked.

In the next instant, a figure appeared in his vision—his son stepped down upon the water.

He descended along with the spiritual spring water; that posture, that appearance, walking on water, looked like he was showing off.

Holy shit, that's too handsome.

Chen Yuan also wanted to be like that, but he knew it was unlikely.

Don't think his son does it easily; to achieve this step, his water technique must be mastered, and he must have free control over his own true qi.

When his son arrived before him, he shook his body slightly; the water on him evaporated, and his soaked clothes dried in the process.

He tied up his hair, Chen Chuyang moved his neck, came up from underground, felt the fresh air again, saw the sunlight shining, felt somewhat unaccustomed, his body damp and sticky—this is what Chen Chuyang dislikes most.

"Father, when did you arrive?"

Chen Chuyang walked to his father's side and sized him up.

Likewise, Chen Yuan was also sizing up Chen Chuyang, feeling that his son was different.

Very different.

His whole body was filled with a unique aura; combined with what he had just seen, Chen Yuan felt this son was very mysterious.

Water technique—that is water technique; to reach this step, his son's water technique is highly proficient, at least superior to anyone he knows.

"Son, what is this?"

"Oh, I just went to check the spirit vein."

Chen Chuyang did not conceal it; he merely changed his excuse, not intending to tell his father about what was underground.

Later, when he is capable of protecting everything, he will tell his father.

"Oh, is that so? I thought you had gone into seclusion to cultivate."

Chen Yuan looked at Chen Chuyang; that gaze was strange.

"Father, don't look; those materials were given to me by my elder brother, and I have used them."

Chen Chuyang, what a person—he saw through his father's thoughts at a glance; he was still thinking about those materials.

He had used them early on and would not spit them out.

Once something is in his hand, trying to take it out is impossible, even if it were his biological father.

Chen Yuan waved his hand: "I don't mean that; I want to form a golden core, son."

The atmosphere fell silent.

Chen Chuyang looked at his father, then sat down.

Spiritual sense probed his father's condition: the peak of the ninth layer of True Gang, his body conditioned to the utmost; he could form a golden core at any time.

"Have you decided? Forming a golden core cannot afford mistakes; your cultivation is sufficient, but your foundation is lacking."

"Your body is still too weak; rashly condensing an inner core, even if successful, its grade would not be high."

Inner cores have grades.

Nine-grade inner cores: upper, middle, lower three grades each; one to three are lower three grades, four to six are middle three grades, seven to nine naturally are upper three grades. Upper-three-grade inner cores have a promising future; middle-three-grade inner cores will not be too bad either—at least there is still a chance to pursue higher realms, just lacking the odds of reaching the top grade.

As for the lower three grades, sorry, maybe that's as far as it goes—basically, one stops at forming a golden core.

Nothing is absolute; countless examples prove this, ninety‑nine percent probability is like that; only a few people obtain an opportunity and thus make a breakthrough.

Father's talent is not bad, nor is it top‑tier; the condensed inner pellet, estimated, cannot be much higher.

Even with Chen Chuyang helping to adjust the body, solidify the foundation, and taking the Dragon Blood Pill, the inner pellet might rise one level, but it's still not high.

「I know, but... 」

Chen Yuan became anxious.

Chen Chuyang took out several silver spirit fish, started to light a fire and grill; Chen Yuan sat beside, watching Chen Chuyang's actions.

Condensing the pellet is necessary.

Having reached this step, if we don't condense, then... it's hard to justify; this is his dream.

These years, we have been advancing for the sake of condensing the pellet.

How could we retreat? He is not young either; taking this step earlier would be better.

「Come, eat the fish. 」

「Mm. 」

Chen Yuan tried a bite, his eyes lit up.

「This fish? 」

Soon, he discovered his body had changed; after eating one fish, another came.

He ate three fish in one breath, couldn't eat any more.

The spiritual energy contained in the silver spirit fish was too rich, it was too much for his father.

Chen Yuan immediately sat cross-legged to regulate his breath, digesting the energy of the silver spirit fish.