Chapter 53

Zhang Sheng was a bit dazed.

Since he cultivated the Dao Foundation, the Immortal Sword Slash Void had never tested its edge, and for several great battles, a single strand of Green Silk Rain was enough. Could it be that the first time the Slash Void was unsheathed, it was to slash iron?

If the immortal sword had a spirit, he didn't know if it would be so angry that it would run away from home.

"I ask Junior Brother to take action!" Yu Zhizhuo urged again.

Zhang Sheng came back to his senses; at this moment, he couldn't say he was sad in his heart, just indescribably dazed. He also didn't understand how he, a generation of heaven's pride, talented and overflowing, had always relied on an invincible Dao heart to fight against the current, had ended up cultivating like this.

But Zhang Sheng kept his word; since he had already accepted this task, there was no reason to go back on his word, so he sighed in his heart, shot a gray sword Qi as thin as a hair from his left eye, which circled like a swimming dragon, and returned to Zhang Sheng's eyes in an instant.

That metal lump had no movement at first, but after a while, there were a few "cha-cha" sounds, and a few pieces on the surface slowly slid off, revealing a square core material inside.

Yu Zhizhuo couldn't even thank Zhang Sheng, directly pounced on it, looking carefully at the mirror-like surface of the cube, his face almost sticking to it.

He hugged the cube and refused to let go, said "good" several times, then laughed loudly, and would kiss it every now and then, having long forgotten Zhang Sheng completely.

Fortunately, at this time, a sensible Heavenly Craft Palace disciple had already sent over a heavy silver bag, so Zhang Sheng didn't flip out on the spot.

Having received the immortal silver, Zhang Sheng turned and left.

Yu Zhizhuo then reacted, hurriedly chased after him, and said repeatedly: "Junior Brother is talented! Slash Void lives up to its name! My Heavenly Craft Palace needs Junior Brother's immortal sword too much, I'm afraid I'll have to trouble Junior Brother in the future..."

"There will absolutely not be a next time!" Zhang Sheng answered decisively, then soared into the sky and fled in an instant.

A moment later, Zhang Sheng walked into the Creation Temple and handed over the silver bag he had just obtained, exchanging it for three light bottles of Foundation-Nurturing Pills. After visiting Little Wei Yuan's small courtyard, Zhang Sheng was empty-handed again.

He looked up at the moon, feeling dazed in his heart: what kind of immortal cultivation is this?

Little Wei Yuan was also dazed, not understanding why he had been scolded when his studies had clearly improved? Could it be because he didn't calculate divination for Zhang Sheng?

For the past few days, Little Wei Yuan had been practicing divination hard, calculating several hexagrams for Zhang Sheng every day, almost exhausting his Primordial Spirit. But the hexagrams were much the same, and the common point was that they all involved loss of wealth. So today Zhang Sheng didn't mention divination, and Little Wei Yuan was happy not to say anything.

A few days later.

On the mountain road to the Heavenly Craft Palace, Yu Zhizhuo was all smiles, introducing the scenery to Zhang Sheng all the way.

A moment later, the two appeared in a side hall, and Yu Gong pointed to a metal piece the size of a palm and one finger thick on the table and said: "I trouble Junior Brother to take action and cut this thing into one hundred pieces."

There were more than a dozen curious Heavenly Craft Palace disciples in the side hall, waiting to see the immortal sword's style.

Gray Qi flashed and vanished in the air.

Zhang Sheng said lightly: "One hundred and fifty pieces, no need to thank me."

"Eh? It's thin, it's thin! I have to ask Junior Brother to cut it again! You there, what are you looking at, I'm talking to you! Hurry up and get another piece from the storeroom!"

After scolding the disciple, Yu Zhizhuo said to Zhang Sheng: "I'm really sorry, it's my fault for not making it clear just now. However, I have another great use for this piece I cut, so this time I will give Junior Brother double the reward! Someone!"

A sensible Heavenly Craft Palace disciple had already carried over a large silver bag.

Seeing the size of the silver bag, the killing intent in Zhang Sheng's eyes vanished without a trace.

A few days later.

Yu Zhizhuo was full of excitement, rubbing his hands and saying: "This Thunder Dragon Wood is rare in the world! I have to trouble Junior Brother to cut it into silk!"

At this time, a sensible Heavenly Craft Palace disciple naturally carried a silver bag on his back.

A few more days.

"Junior Brother, look! This tea leaf has been growing for twenty-seven thousand years and is a supreme item in the world! Next month is the Patriarch's birthday banquet, I ask Junior Brother to carve this 'Spring Banquet Map' on the tea, and add a peony that the Patriarch likes the most!"

Seeing the silver bag carried by the two sensible disciples, Zhang Sheng's immortal sword struck, and he carved flowers on the tea.

A few more days.

Zhang Sheng threw a bag of Foundation-Nurturing Pills in front of Little Wei Yuan.

Little Wei Yuan seemed to have something on his mind, which naturally couldn't be hidden from Zhang Sheng's sharp eyes, so he said impatiently: "Speak if you have something to say!"

Little Wei Yuan also knew that his teacher had been irritable lately, but it was about cultivation, so he couldn't not speak, and said: "Disciple's cultivation hasn't been going smoothly lately, I feel like something has gone wrong in some places."

Hearing this, Zhang Sheng, who had just chopped a piece of ancient dragon meat into minced meat, suddenly felt a nameless fire rise, his voice rising an octave: "What qualifications do you have to have unsmooth cultivation?"

Little Wei Yuan was stunned, not knowing how to reply. Wasn't it normal for cultivation to be unsmooth? If it were always smooth sailing, what kind of genius would that be?

Zhang Sheng also realized his reaction was wrong, suppressed the irritability in his heart, softened his voice and said: "It's common to encounter difficulties in cultivation, don't panic, tell me carefully first."

Little Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to himself that this was his teacher. However, another voice emerged from the bottom of his heart: that was the teacher's true face just now!

Little Wei Yuan hurriedly cleared that voice from his heart, and then said: "The size of my visualization map is more than eight times larger than the largest visualization map recorded in history, in every direction. According to the method taught by the teacher of Heaven and Earth Theory, I calculated that the volume of my visualization map is at least five hundred times larger than that of my classmates. These days I have checked many classics and found that the progress of ten days of body forging or taking one Foundation-Nurturing Pill is about the same as others in filling the visualization map. But my physical strength is only seven or eight times that of ordinary disciples. In other words, five hundred times the medicinal power has gone somewhere unknown."

"So that's what it is!" Zhang Sheng laughed, knocked Little Wei Yuan on the head, making a metallic echo, and said: "Not satisfied with being seven or eight times stronger than others? What else do you want? This is the Taichu Palace! Hmm? Wait, how can your physical body only be seven or eight times stronger? What are you comparing it to?"

"The Dao Foundation disciples of the Mingwang Palace." Little Wei Yuan said with a worried face.

The Mingwang Palace of the Taichu Palace specializes in body refining techniques, and the disciples' Dao Foundations are mostly mountains, giant rocks, diamonds, etc., with strong physical bodies, not losing to the Buddhist sect.

Zhang Sheng was silent for a moment, then said: "Perhaps the dissipated spiritual power is not as much as you think. This matter of yours should be fine; I will go and ask the teacher, and I will give you an answer in a few days."

After just a moment, True Person Fenhai flashed in front of Little Wei Yuan.

"How did your cultivation go wrong? Let the grand-master see!" True Person Fenhai didn't stop for a moment, carefully checking Little Wei Yuan's body.

But after spending several hours, True Person Fenhai didn't understand where the spiritual energy went; the only thing that could be confirmed was that the spiritual energy and medicinal power were all still in Little Wei Yuan's body.

Finally, True Person Fenhai concluded that perhaps Little Wei Yuan couldn't digest so much medicinal power for the time being, so the excess was temporarily stored somewhere, but this was at least not a bad thing. True Person Fenhai would go back to check the classics, and if there was anything he didn't understand, he would naturally ask True Lord Xuanyue, telling Little Wei Yuan to continue cultivating and not consider anything else.

When True Person Fenhai left, Little Wei Yuan seemed to see faint resentment in Zhang Sheng's eyes.

With True Person Fenhai's words, Little Wei Yuan felt much more at ease, continuing to eat pills and inhale and exhale moonlight.

In the visualization map, moonlight gushed out, the jade toad couldn't swallow it in time, and the excess moonlight turned into a hazy drizzle. The ground was constantly being filled bit by bit, turning from virtual to real.

While inhaling and exhaling moonlight, Little Wei Yuan suddenly felt that there was something more in the full moon in the sky. Looking carefully, he realized that at some point, another shadow had appeared in the full moon.

Destiny from beyond the heavens!

(End of chapter)