Chapter 1352: Position Fruit Prototype? (Two-in-One)

"Hiss————"

His heart pounded wildly, his Adam's apple bobbing several times.

Liang Qu raised a hand to cover his face, rubbing it vigorously, spun in place a few circles, took a deep breath toward the vast great marsh and slowly exhaled, clenched his fists, and swung them hard a few times.

"Wuhu." The Third Prince flew out of the cabin, claws cupping an osmanthus cake, "Big Brother looking this happy, is there a happy event? Want to eat osmanthus cake?"

"Not eating, going to play, Big Brother I'm thinking."

"Alright, I'll go ask Sister Eying."

The Third Prince caught the silver ingot in midair, let out a "Wuhu," spread his dragon claws, and flew back.

Liang Qu lifted his knee covering, sat cross-legged at the bow, licked his lips, calmed his mood, and looked up.

Heaven and earth vast, the jianghu broad.

Turning observation inward.

The great earth cracked, auspicious clouds nowhere to be found.

The peach tree withered dead and shriveled, unknown if it could recover; three immortal islands floated lonely in the sky, a yellowish sun hung quietly high above.

The avatar sun, the Flat Peach's characteristics completely gone.

Observing closely, one could faintly see the golden dragon patterns from the old Flat Peach remaining; sunspots appeared and vanished like solar flares, a divine dragon showing its head but not its tail.

Liang Qu found it hard to believe this thing would be a Position Fruit prototype; he could not sense any of the profound mystery a Position Fruit should have, and even his own self could not connect to the Boundless Sea, combat power greatly reduced.

However, eliminating all possibilities, a Position Fruit prototype best explains his current special state of losing the Boundless Sea — "The Thousandfold Root Sea Method is subordinate to the Thousand Threads Long Qi Method, a self-cultivation method created in imitation of Thousand Threads Long Qi; Thousand Threads Long Qi has a high success rate, Thousandfold Root Sea is merely a basic condition, it was never a fixed state, there's no reason it must reach exactly one thousand————"

Liang Qu pondered.

The Thousandfold Root Sea Method, a derivative of Thousand Threads Long Qi, naturally has huge defects; gathering Thousand Threads Long Qi gives a chance, Thousandfold Root Sea only gives the foundation to be born.

The so-called thousandfold is clearly a bottom line, a range, not a standard to follow.

And standards, in essence, are all human-defined, not absolute objective expressions.

Never has a god set the Thousandfold Root Sea as an absolute line, stipulating that nine hundred ninety-nine fold absolutely won't work, one thousand and one fold suddenly can; this doesn't conform to cultivation logic.

Root Sea size itself has no qualitative change in common with realm.

The so-called path is nothing but the observational conclusions previous people walked, explored, and deduced; theory guides practice, practice feeds back theory. Why is the human race strong? Because humans are born with wisdom, on a massive scale, "clan computing power" surpassing all races.

Since it's a summary and deduction by predecessors, it further shows this summary is not absolute.

Simplest of all, does he have a sample?

With a sample, are there enough samples? Is there a large amount of experimental data?

Furnaces throughout history are countable on fingers, paths varied, Third Stage Thousandfold Root Sea even fewer; where would samples come from? Even if there's an isolated case, it can only serve as reference.

"Currently my Root Sea is roughly seven hundred ninety-six fold, barely counting as eight hundred, not necessarily completely without chance; and one thousand Qi Seas is one Root Sea, one Qi Sea equals one Heavenly Palace area.

But I cultivate the Cloud Xiandao Method, the reference object differs, causing the compared one-fold Qi Sea to actually be larger than others', eight hundred Root Seas, how about eight hundred fifty, already approaching the thousandfold theoretical category, perhaps not high, but has the nurturing foundation."

Liang Qu seriously deduced, analyzing his own state.

Countless thoughts collided and deduced in his mind, the more he thought the more surging it became; he had to circulate his cultivation method to suppress the thoughts, try to discard emotions and think — having a foundation is only the premise.

Another key is the catalyst for all this at present, the Horse King Pure Yang Pill!

In the past fighting the Flood Dragon, dying and reviving, by a fluke recovering Wu Sheng Primordial Yang, then cultivating the "Subdue Dragon Tame Tiger Vajra Gong" and other factors, pushed the "Yin Yang Spirit Seed Gong" to an unprecedented realm, from fruit breaking shell into a sapling.

Alas the "Yin Yang Spirit Seed Gong" has a defect: one session of intercourse, all accumulation vanishes empty; fortunately this point was resolved with Great Shun Immortal's help, solidifying that Primordial Yang on the peach tree, nurturing it all along.

"Yang gives birth to Yin growth; Yang kills Yin hides."

"This Yang actually perfectly matches my Root Sea attribute!"

In the past eating Qi, Liang Qu combined into nine threads of Long Qi.

Time Sequence, Sun, Size Ruyi, Heavenly Water Morning Dew, Withered Wood Meets Spring, Xuan Huang.

The peach tree's Yang corresponds exactly to the Sun's Yang.

Water, wood, earth, Heaven's will, four seasons; conversely, these elements are all excellent conditions for catalyzing the peach tree to grow robustly. This point became even more obvious after using Yellow Mud Mother to transform the Cloud Sea; at the time combat power had no qualitative change, yet the tiny peach tree straight grew into a towering giant tree.

"Foundation I have, Yang attribute I also have, two Yangs resonate with each other, the peach tree taking root and sprouting is like a hooked-out sapling, a guide, a handle that can be pulled.

My Primordial Yang, Dharma Sheli, Eight-Claw King, Vajra Gong, and Horse King Pill, all accumulations, all became the peach tree's qualitative change catalysts; borrowing the peach tree and Root Sea foundation, the Flat Peach was nurtured out, became the Sun.

Self-cultivation self-cultivation, not achieved in one step; even following the proper order, after thousandfold still needs slow growth; what nurturing is grabbed here? Thousandfold Root Sea Method naturally means Root Sea nurtures.

My Root Sea however calculated in size is only eight hundred-plus level, still not enough for the thousandfold number; would it be that there are conditions but insufficient foundation, lacking quite a bit, just congenital malnutrition, the Position Fruit prototype forcefully prematurely delivered?

Premature means naturally insufficient, and insufficiency naturally needs to be replenished————

Liang Qu stared at the cracked yellow earth, then at the sun in the sky, pupils dilating, fists clenching tight.

Yes.

Only this way, only this way can explain it through.

Why would swallowing one Horse King Pill make his Lower Dantian ulcerated.

Why would the long-nurtured Flat Peach turn into the Sun.

Why his realm didn't fall, yet the Boundless Sea couldn't connect.

Because his self-cultivated Position Fruit matches the cultivation path unprecedentedly, unprecedentedly gave birth to a prototype, but because it was catalyzed by a fluke coincidence, congenital deficiency, so it crazily absorbs his insufficient Root Sea, output greater than input, leading to his current inability to connect to the Boundless Sea!

The prototype has no authority, cannot be used, Root Sea also firmly occupied by the Position Fruit prototype?

Logic thoroughly complete.

Liang Qu gradually understood the current situation.

A strange state where only A can B, only B can A.

This is a————

bug?

An indescribable cool Qi rose from the tailbone along the spine all the way to the back of the head, violently exploding.

The explosion blew all thoughts and thinking completely blank, completely blown to smithereens.

Ethereal and drifting, ethereal and drifting, petals fly but never reach the ground, a rainbow rises and stretches into a bridge.

The corner of his mouth curled open then pressed shut, his suppressed heartbeat pounding wildly once more.

Bad thing? Good thing!

"No!"

Liang Qu shook his head, completely overturning all his previous deductions in one go, forgetting them clean.

The greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

One must absolutely not be wishful.

The Wei Fruit authority has not appeared; these are merely judgments based on circumstance and perception.

"It's not that absolute, not necessarily a Wei Fruit; perhaps it's cracking caused by excessive yang energy, needs multi-party verification, but if it really is————"

"Self-cultivating a Wei Fruit, still pretty simple?"

Liang Qu stroked his chin.

Wore out iron shoes searching nowhere to find, obtained it entirely without effort.

Look at the Louguantai patriarch — had to bury himself twelve times, each time perilous, eight hundred years directly lost most of it; if successful, fine, if not, same as a dying dragon and Bai Xiu emerging, impossible without tremendous perseverance.

Also the Thousand Threads Long Qi, an entire major power in the Southern Frontier, for the sake of Lu Cangjiang having their own Dragon King, huffed and puffed trying for who knows how long and never managed it.

More formidable practitioners pick a formidable Long Qi, wanting to produce a Wei Fruit — impossible in this lifetime.

Look at myself again.

As long as at Entering Zhen Xiang, I obtain the Four Seasons Long Qi of Peng Ze Demon Chief General, simultaneously combine it with water, wood, earth plus a touch of Heaven's Will, synthesize nine Long Qi, then keep cultivating a pure yang technique to Wu Sheng, sprout a sapling.

If midway I can't hold on and get bewitched by beauty, dying and reviving to try again also counts as making do; finally choose a suitable dual cultivation method to catalyze birth, midway join the Yellow Mud Mother, fight flood dragons along the way, wage war north and south, obtain countless resources, reach eight hundred sea-roots before the third stage, and a prototype can be produced.

After entering the Dying Dragon, he still worried for himself that fusing nine Long Qi might make self-cultivating a Wei Fruit difficult; never expected it wasn't resistance at all, but a tremendous help!

"Wait, seems not so simple either."

Recalling the road traveled, Liang Qu discovered that if the required targets for the current result were fully listed, his own path was equally strict to the point of hopelessness.

Eight hundred sea-roots, all blood and tears of the Southern Frontier, Northern Court, and East Sea.

Even that is secondary; under heaven only General Yuan has the Time Sequence; to get Long Qi means taking its turtle life; Solar Long Qi never seen before, Time Insect twisting same; Wu Sheng Primordial Yang even more so.

In life, wine, beauty, dogs, and horses.

Beyond the environmental drive of parental expectations and societal demands, the true primary internal drive for the vast majority of practitioners is perhaps to suppress their peers by a head, to show off before the Miss they fancy.

Just that when I originally cultivated, I didn't specifically strive for a Wei Fruit; seeing many Long Qi combined, thought it a good thing, kept piling them on; in the end, doing things bit by bit, conditions slowly all satisfied, I rounded myself up, only then did it appear not so difficult.

"If it really is a Wei Fruit———— lonely cold sandbank ah."

Liang Qu rose, hands behind back, gazing up and down at heaven and earth.

River wind whistled, blowing his hem.

Waves surged, one after another pressing forward.

In life, there is but one word.

Invincible!

He had thought it over a thousand times, various collections, arduous gestation; thought at some instant it would suddenly appear, a desperate turnaround; never expected it would be on some normal day, normal cultivation, normal consumption of great medicine, a seeming yet not-seeming, extremely probable surprise would arrive.

Would the Furnace Immortals and Demon Emperors of ages past mostly be like him — lucky Martial Saints?

The accidental result of Imperial Seed was to create one path after another that later generations find inconceivable.

Would Louguantai's Life-Generation Creation be some Wu Sheng with a congenital defect? Sleeping, difficult beyond measure for ordinary people, for him as simple as eating and drinking?

Remember last time Yuan said his family's Old Ancestor would soon awaken; perhaps a good chance to go to Louguantai and discuss.

"Fortunately, the wars that needed fighting are all fought, north and south no loss, the Netherworld not urgent. To solve the problem perhaps not hard, cultivate to a thousand sea-roots, patch it up and recover?"

Compare with Louguantai's creation method; a period of combat power decline, completely not a side effect.

"Next plan unchanged, continue striving toward a thousand-fold sea-roots; when the time comes will be able to————"

"Tuo kid, what are you doing standing in front?"

Su Guishan stood on the second floor, watching Liang Qu spinning alone, clapping, baffled. Always felt this kid rushed fast and slow, like someone urging him, a temporary seclusion on a whim, then putting on airs again; his whole body exuded an indescribable smug air.

"Shouldn't be; last time said, Wu Sheng thirteenth stage, he's only third stage, even with a breakthrough it's fourth stage; at this kid's speed, shouldn't be smug to this extent————"

"Hehe, heihei, hahaha, hahahaha!"

Laughter interrupted his thoughts; Su Guishan looked at Liang Qu who seemed unable to hold it in, suddenly laughing up at the sky.

"Strange, what's he laughing at? Anything funny?" Ko Wenbin looked around, "Lord Su, did something happen just now?"

Su Guishan shook his head.

"Ashui, you're laughing———— huh?"

Ko Wenbin just wanted to open his mouth and ask the person directly, when Su Guishan grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Lord Su?"

"Don't ask."

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Su Guishan solemnly admonished: "Don't ask!"

The Saint Emperor toured the realm, stopping and starting at Yu, plus imperial court bureaucrats following, speed slow; Liang Qu and company different.

All Pingyang officials, part of Southern Zhili officials, not many people, one ship enough; Creation Treasure Ship wind-driven lightning-fast, merely half a shichen, arrived straight at Lan Prefecture.

Lan Prefecture, where the Grand Canal and Huaijiang converge, the number one port under heaven, prosperity unmatched; the circling water birds' droppings in a day could pile into a mountain.

At this time the imperial carriage had not even fully arrived.

"Hehehe———— hehehe————"

Officials lined up in wait according to rank order.

Suddenly.

Someone heard a low chuckle, looked around, and then followed the sound forward.

Hmm?

Prince Huai?

"Hehehe, hahaha————"

Su Gushan, Long Eying, Yang Dongxiong, Xu Yuelong's mouth corners rose and then hurriedly suppressed; they hadn't wanted to laugh, and there was nothing particularly funny at the scene, but Liang Qu, standing before Yu Yu, kept laughing, utterly bewildered, unable to hold back.

"What are you laughing at?" Long Eying jabbed Liang Qu with her elbow, and this directly felt like pressing a laughter switch—Liang Qu doubled over with laughter, completely unable to restrain himself.

The neatly arranged officials were all infected by this laughter, and since it was this kind of inappropriate laughter, it intensified the inexplicable mirth, and soon the whole place erupted.

Liang Qu gasped: "Nothing wrong, just, just thought of something joyful, and thinking about meeting Your Majesty later, hahahaha, I just feel happy, hahaha."

Long Eying helplessly: "Hurry up and laugh, finish laughing, tidy up, and when the Holy Emperor arrives later, don't be like this."

"Okay, okay, hahahaha."

Su Gushan's expression grew even more serious.

This brat, what exactly has he cultivated?

Following closely, Xu Yuelong, Ran Bi Shi, and others also realized something from Su Gushan's demeanor, slowly, and as they tried to suppress laughter, they found they couldn't laugh anymore.

At noon, ten thousand miles of river wind came from the river surface, pressing down the reeds, the dragon hull cleaved the waves, banners obscured the sky, and the vast fleet emerged from the end of the waterway, the leading tower ship like jade towers and jade eaves, its high roof blocking the sunlight.

Liang Qu took a deep breath.

"Last time I came to Jianghuai, I don't even remember how many years ago it was; in a blink, I recall that year when we opened the Grand Canal—I personally oversaw it, witnessed it with my own eyes, truly magnificent————"

"Your Majesty attends to myriad affairs, the people's burdens weigh heavier than Mount Tai, so it's naturally difficult to withdraw and personally visit Jianghuai."

"Hahaha."

The Holy Emperor leaned on the railing, gazing at both banks, moved by countless emotions.

"Your Majesty, ahead in Lan Prefecture, Prince Huai leads the Pingyang forces, awaiting on the shore."

"All come aboard."

"Yes." The steward turned, stood at the doorway, and sang loudly, "Summon Prince Huai, Consort Huai, Lord of Pingyang Prefecture, Mr. Zhaowu————for audience!"

The Holy Emperor ascended the tower and took the high seat.

Shortly after.

Liang Qu, face full of smiles, utterly sincere, strode forward. The Holy Emperor was also startled—this journey southward, more officials had come to meet the procession, but it was the first time seeing such exuberant emotion, clearly visible to the naked eye, spreading outward.

"Your Majesty!"

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