Chapter 237: Dao Comprehension Valley, the Instructors' Bet

In the following half month, Wang Ping's daily win rate reached ninety-five percent.

All white-clad disciples and some yellow-clad disciples watched enviously as Wang Ping eagerly accumulated over two thousand five hundred points.

On the final day, Wang Ping defeated his last opponent, gaining two thousand five hundred seventy-four points.

All the white-clad disciples gazed at Wang Ping with envy; with so many points, even if one had an upper-grade spiritual root, they could hope not only to become yellow-clad disciples but even gold-clad disciples.

The Dao Institute's resources are terrifying; with that many points, one can completely pile up resources.

Many disciples stared at Wang Ping's departing back, their eyes gleaming; to say no one coveted so many points would surely be false.

However, in the early Golden Core realm, Wang Ping is almost among the very top few.

Although Wang Ping also lost many matches, those who defeated him do not believe they can completely overcome him.

Among them, Dongfang Hong and He Peng had the ugliest expressions, their faces most greedy.

"What a pity! White-clad disciples don't have to do missions!"

Dongfang Hong grit his teeth and muttered a sentence; beside him, He Peng glanced over and inwardly cursed him as an idiot.

Judging by the current situation, he will likely soon be promoted to yellow-clad disciple; then their status will be unequal, and even if they wanted to target him, it wouldn't be their turn.

However, although we currently can't do anything about him, once he enters the middle Golden Core realm, I'm sure those several pregnant ones will definitely not let Wang Ping, who holds a huge amount of points, go; He Peng thought of this, and a cold smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The grudge has already been formed, but He Peng feels no fear; the opponent is merely a rootless duckweed cultivator who came from the lower realm, his family being a dominant force among humanity, utterly unafraid of him.

As long as he does not become an inheritance disciple, that supreme heavenly pride, He Peng feels no fear.

On this point, He Peng and Dongfang Hong's mindsets happen to be remarkably consistent.

Even many white-clad disciples of illustrious lineage also have this idea.

As for all this, Wang Ping naturally doesn't know; he has now entered the Dao Comprehension Valley.

The examination's four hundred ninety-seven points, plus the two thousand five hundred seventy-four points earned from the arena battles, total three thousand seventy-one points.

According to the calculation that one point allows staying in the Dao Comprehension Valley for one hour, Wang Ping's points now permit staying for over three thousand hours.

Of course, Wang Ping certainly wouldn't do that; although the Dao Comprehension Valley increases comprehension, it also brings a fatigue period, a person's comprehension is constant in the short term, the valley's function is to increase a cultivator's comprehension in the short term, but the human brain and sea of consciousness cannot withstand such long-term enhancement.

According to the Dao Institute's notice, one may stay in the Dao Comprehension Valley for at most one day; once exceeded, one must leave and may re-enter only after at least one month.

Moreover, to make good use of the Dao Comprehension Valley, the best way is to increase one's foundation and have a clear understanding of the Dao one cultivates.

This allows the Dao Comprehension Valley's effect to be maximized.

But for Wang Ping, entering the Dao Comprehension Valley is to let him quickly comprehend runes and train the Lightning Summoning Technique.

Not only the Lightning Summoning Technique, but cultivating other Dao arts can also be comprehended here.

However, for Wang Ping now entering the Dao Comprehension Valley, the first task is to cultivate the Yin Wood Divine Thunder.

The entire Dao Comprehension Valley is filled with a vast white mist; even with Wang Ping's current eyesight, he cannot see clearly three zhang away.

However, he can walk forward with ease; after entering the Dao Comprehension Valley, all disciples are forbidden from fighting, violators lose one hundred points and are barred from entering the valley for a hundred years, and serious offenders may even be demoted.

Thus Wang Ping walks forward boldly, thinking as he goes about the Dao Institute's introduction to the Dao Comprehension Valley.

The Dao Comprehension Valley is distributed in a ring; the deeper one goes, the better the enhancement of Dao comprehension, but the valley is effective only for cultivators below the Spirit Transformation realm.

The Dao Comprehension Valley has ten circles; the outermost circle is about ten kilometers wide, increasing comprehension twofold, the second circle fourfold, the third circle sixfold, the fourth circle eightfold, up to the central area, where the maximum increase is twentyfold Dao comprehension effect.

According to the information Wang Ping received, even at the center, only a few cultivators who have attained Nascent Soul Great Perfection can enter.

The limit for Golden Core cultivators is the fourth circle, that is, the place where the effect is increased eightfold.

But entering the fourth circle does not mean you can increase comprehension eightfold.

In the Ninth Dao Institute, the limit for Golden Core cultivators in the Dao Comprehension Valley is at a seven-point-eightfold increase; the record of the Ten Great Dao Institutes is the true limit of eightfold.

This was set by a heavenly pride of the First Dao Institute a hundred thousand years ago; he has now become an Emperor of the Great Vehicle stage.

Wang Ping walked silently in the vast white mist, discovering that in the Dao Comprehension Valley his thoughts indeed became lively.

Even while walking, the problems that used to puzzle him were readily resolved.

In the Dao Comprehension Valley, to go far, soul potential must be strong; Wang Ping felt that he had completed the three stages of the first layer of the Soul Refining Technique, leaving only soul metamorphosis.

Given his soul strength, he should be able to reach the limit of the third circle, thereby increasing comprehension sixfold.

With such an increase in comprehension, condensing the Yin Wood Divine Thunder brings great benefit.

After Wang Ping entered the Dao Comprehension Valley, part of the duty instructors on the fourth layer of the Dao Institute's Divine Mountain received the news that Wang Ping had entered the Dao Comprehension Valley.

A month ago, they had no idea who Wang Ping was, but now basically all first- and second-rank instructors know of this disciple.

In a hall where the instructors reside, Zhang He, who had once presided over Wang Ping's arena match, saw the news and couldn't help but smile.

That disciple left a deep impression on him, after all, he was the first in many years to admit defeat; it's hard not to be impressed.

"You say, how many layers of the Dao Comprehension Valley can Wang Ping reach? Let's make a guess; Fellow Daoist Zhang, you oversaw his arena match, why not guess first?"

An idle instructor said to the several instructors present, and finally addressed Zhang He.

Zhang He glanced at that instructor, a feeling of contempt rising in his heart; the speaking instructor was his archrival, Mo Ze.

The two entered the Dao Institute together, having been opposed since the Golden Core period, all the way to the Nascent Soul period, and now as instructors, they are like needle tip against wheat awn, neither yielding to the other.

Hearing his rival's words, Zhang He couldn't help but think of Wang Ping's face; that disciple, though his spiritual roots are poor, has considerable strength.

And his performance in the gray-clad disciple promotion assessment, with the Dao Comprehension Pass score near perfect, shows his comprehension is good and his soul potential strong; thus entering the third circle is no problem for him, but exactly how far he can go is hard to say.

Seeing his rival silent, Mo Ze couldn't help but ask again:

"What, Fellow Daoist Zhang lacks confidence? Since that's the case, I'll speak first: according to my observation, the disciple named Wang Ping has notable soul potential, at least able to enter the third circle, his final position likely between fivefold and five point threefold! What is your guess, Fellow Daoist Zhang? Surely it's not the same as mine!"

Zhang He's heart sank; his guessed range was probably similar, but if it were someone else he might admit it, yet Mo Ze, he simply would not say that.

Presumably Mo Ze also guessed that, so he directly blocked what he wanted to say.

Thinking of the disciple named Wang Ping, Zhang He felt a flicker of strange color in his eyes; although his estimate of how far Wang Ping could go in the Dao Comprehension Valley is similar to Mo Ze's, this is merely a guess based on normal circumstances.

But over the past month and a half of contact, he always felt Wang Ping was not simple; he had used Nascent Soul-level divine sense to probe him, yet found nothing.

Yet deep down a strange feeling arose; seeing Mo Ze's smug expression, Zhang He's heart stirred and he spoke:

"I guess Wang Ping can reach near the limit of the third circle, that is, between five point eightfold and sixfold!"

"Hahaha!"

Zhang He's words made Mo Ze burst out laughing.

"Zhang Daoist friend, I know that Wang Ping, in the gray-robed disciple examination, his comprehension in this aspect can be called excellent, but he hasn't even reached full marks."

"You should know that in past examinations, those disciples who achieved full marks, upon first entering the Dao Comprehension Valley, the farthest they could reach was only 5.7 times the place, and Wang Ping isn't even full marks—how could he possibly reach the limit?"

Mo Ze's words drew agreement from the remaining few instructors.

In such an examination, a difference of 0.1 point represents a gap in level.

Seeing Zhang He unmoved, Mo Ze felt very uncomfortable, his eyes rolled, and he thought of a way to cheer himself up, so he spoke:

"Since Zhang Daoist friend is so confident, how about we make a bet?"

The remaining few instructors glanced at each other and smiled; these two rivals have bet many times, basically ending in a tie.

Over the years, everyone has grown accustomed to it.

Zhang He had already guessed what the other would do next, so he calmly said:

"Since you want to bet, I'll accompany you; what do you want to bet?"

Mo Ze gave a slight smile:

"I heard that Zhang Daoist friend obtained a qualification to enter the Celestial Flower Secret Realm; let's bet on that, how about it?"

Zhang He's heart skipped a beat; he didn't expect Mo Ze to set his sights on his Celestial Flower Secret Realm qualification—it seems even without this Wang Ping incident, he would find another pretext to bet with him.

Seeing the two make such a big deal, another instructor couldn't help but advise:

"Gentlemen, it's just a small matter; why bet so big?"

Several other instructors also spoke up to advise:

"Indeed! Mo Daoist friend's qualification for the Celestial Flower Secret Realm is extremely precious; it concerns the opportunity for a flawless Nascent Soul perfection—I must speak frankly, few spiritual objects can compare with it!"

Mo Ze gave a light smile: "Everyone, why not hear my conditions? Perhaps Zhang Daoist friend will be moved!"

Zhang He glanced at Mo Ze and thought: Indeed, he came prepared.

The instructor who had just advised, upon hearing Mo Ze's words, all fell silent, wanting to know what Mo Ze could produce for the bet.

Mo Ze glanced at the instructors present, flipped his palm, and a bright red crystal appeared in his hand.

"What is this…?"

An instructor exclaimed, seemingly unable to believe it!

Mo Ze smiled proudly and said: "I am not talented, but I happened to obtain a Yang Marrow Heart. Zhang Daoist friend, you are surely familiar with the Yang Marrow Heart! I wonder if this Yang Marrow Heart is qualified to bet with you?"

Zhang He nodded, staring at the Yang Marrow Heart in Mo Ze's hand, and a white divine light burst in his eyes.

He was indeed shocked; he never expected Mo Ze to actually possess such a precious spiritual object as the Yang Marrow Heart.

The Celestial Flower Secret Realm qualification in his hand is extremely precious; for the entire human race, only fifty slots exist every thousand years, which is hardly distributable among the vast human population.

This is an opportunity to make one's Nascent Soul perfect and flawless; isn't that why these people refrain from breaking through?

Compared to other methods, after entering the Celestial Flower Secret Realm, the probability of achieving a perfect and flawless Nascent Soul reaches nearly ninety percent.

That is why its preciousness is evident.

Before Mo Ze produced the Yang Marrow Heart, he really couldn't think of what treasure the other side could produce to bet against him.

Now seeing the Yang Marrow Heart, he never imagined Mo Ze possessed such boldness.

Zhang He fixed both eyes on Mo Ze and said, word by word:

"Mo Ze! It seems you've long had your eye on my Celestial Flower Secret Realm qualification, but you're betting with a Yang Marrow Heart—aren't you afraid that if you lose, I'll completely leave you behind? Moreover, you don't seem to really need this Celestial Flower Secret Realm quota."

Mo Ze likewise fixed his eyes on Zhang He and said:

"This spares you the trouble, Zhang He; I don't know whether you'll bet or not."

Zhang He gave a slight smile and said: "We've bet for so many years—how could I fear you? No matter who you're betting for, I only consider it as you, Mo Ze, betting against me. Since that's the case, I'll bet with you! Divine Mountain bears witness!"

Mo Ze likewise said: "Divine Mountain bears witness!"

Wang Ping, who was in the Dao Comprehension Valley, naturally didn't know that the two instructors were using him as a betting stake.

At this moment he had already reached the limit of the second circle; taking one more step would allow him to enter the third circle.

At this moment his thought process was extremely agile, yet Wang Ping already felt a hint of pressure.

Gazing ahead at the vast white expanse, Wang Ping bore the pressure and stepped into the third circle.

Hum!

Upon entering the third circle, Wang Ping suddenly felt his sea of consciousness shake, giving him a momentary dizzy sensation.

In the third circle, the white mist grew denser; basically, scenery beyond two zhang could not be seen clearly.

At the same time, Wang Ping's leaping thought accelerated again, and his understanding of the wood-phase runes became more profound.

At this moment, he gained a deeper understanding of the Yin Wood Divine Thunder, and also noticed subtleties he had previously overlooked.

He couldn't help but feel fortunate that he had come to the Spirit Realm, entered the Dao Comprehension Valley, and increased his comprehension; otherwise, in the Lower Realm, even with pure wood spiritual power and a Yin Wood body, his chance of cultivating the Yin Wood Divine Thunder would be slim—he would certainly not succeed within five attempts.

Before this, he had always thought that as long as he possessed pure wood spiritual power and a Yin Wood body, he could cultivate the Yin Wood Divine Thunder; now it seems his understanding was still somewhat one-sided, for as the emblem of the Azure Emperor, the Yin Wood Divine Thunder is naturally not so simple.

No wonder, over the years in the Lower Realm, only one person has managed to cultivate the Yin Wood Divine Thunder.

Pure wood spiritual power, a Yin Wood body, understanding of the Wood Phase Great Dao, and understanding of the Yin Wood Divine Thunder—none of these aspects can be lacking.