Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit
Chapter 151 - 120 Petty Tricks! Won’t Give It to Him Even in Death!

Chapter 151: Chapter 120 Petty Tricks! Won’t Give It to Him Even in Death!

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Jade Spring Island.

Jade Spring Mountain.

Chen Jichuan stood at the coast, facing the tides and the morning sun, wielding his long sword in a rhythmic dance.

The sword moved with his intent, and his techniques flowed seamlessly. At times, dozens of sword forms combined into one, reaching a stunning speed that would leave an observer in awe.

Yet, if a master were present, they would discern that each of these dozens of sword strikes carried lethal precision, exceedingly intricate and profound.

Occasionally, the sword forms shifted.

Breaking free from the rapid pace, they fell into a strange rhythm—now swift, now slow, sometimes raging, sometimes gentle.

A faint sound of zither strings blended with the waves, stirring minds and emotions.

Chen Jichuan had practiced swordsmanship in the Da Liang World for forty years, mastering the ’Splashed Ink and Striped Cloth Sword Technique’ to the Divine Realm level.

In this lifetime, fifty years of dedicated and strenuous refinement had yielded remarkable results.

Not only had he elevated his mastery of the ’Splashed Ink and Striped Cloth Sword Technique’ even further, but he had also cultivated the ’Seven-stringed Immortal Surprising Sword Technique’ to the Divine Communication level, nurturing sixteen strands of Sword Qi in his Dantian, sufficient to begin unleashing the full capability of this sword technique.

The fusion of these two sets of sword techniques.

Significantly enhanced Chen Jichuan’s combat power.

"The ’Seven-stringed Immortal Surprising Sword Technique’ is now well-honed. Next, I can delve into the study of another sword technique."

Chen Jichuan continued his sword dance, pondering to himself.

Both the ’Splashed Ink and Striped Cloth Sword Technique’ and the ’Seven-stringed Immortal Surprising Sword Technique’ had been cultivated to exceedingly high levels. Further improvement would be extremely challenging; hence, he could afford to allocate some effort toward studying other sword techniques, potentially transforming quantity into quality.

Moreover, Chen Jichuan followed the ’Ten Thousand Sword Map,’ where the more sword techniques he mastered, the more powerful he became.

Chen Jichuan had been selecting and filtering for a long time, and by today, he had made his decision—

"The Ailao Mountain Thirty-Six Swords."

As the thought crossed his mind, his sword movements altered.

Buzz!

The long sword vibrated, emitting a resonating hum that lingered endlessly. Following this, six strikes above, six strikes below, six strikes forward, six backward, six to the left, and six to the right—altogether thirty-six precise thrusts.

Each strike was sharp and fierce.

This was the essence of this sword technique.

This technique originated from the Da Liang World, touted as the ’most aggressive offensive swordsmanship under heaven.’ It was the creation of the Great Grandmaster Ann Jishi, who comprehended its mysteries within the Ailao Mountain. Its power was unparalleled.

While the sword forms appeared simple, they were imbued with boundless intricacies.

Chen Jichuan practiced diligently.

Within just two or three repetitions, he had become proficient.

His attainment in swordsmanship was profound, his foundation rock-solid, making the mastery of a sword technique swift and efficient.

However, mastery was only the beginning—perfecting the technique, reaching the peak level of excellence in execution, and attaining Divine-level Sword Intent required relentless effort, daily practice, and nightly contemplation.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The sea wind roared, yet Chen Jichuan remained steadfast, tirelessly practicing his sword at the shore.

Not far away.

Jade Spring Mountain.

Wuk Yuan Immortal Master stood alongside a green-robed middle-aged man, gazing from a distance at the seashore, observing Chen Jichuan’s sword dance.

The middle-aged man in green robes chuckled and commented, "This youngster’s swordsmanship is quite superb. If he keeps training at this pace, he stands a good chance of reaching the realm where Sword Qi Generates Evil and advancing to Qi Refinement."

To stand alongside Wuk Yuan Immortal Master, this person was undoubtedly remarkable as well.

His name was Shii Tongwei, also a Qi Refining Immortal Master, sharing a deep, long-standing camaraderie with Wuk Yuan Immortal Master.

As Shii Tongwei watched Chen Jichuan’s sword practice, he couldn’t help praising him before turning to Wuk Yuan Immortal Master, urging, "Brother Wuk Yuan, have you truly decided not to consider him?"

"If you have such faith in him, why not take him under your guidance? As for the ’Primordial Seed’—"

Wuk Yuan Immortal Master chuckled disdainfully at the suggestion and replied, "This little brat staged a grand display of righteousness in front of me, playing petty tricks to manipulate me. He claimed to be indifferent to the ’Primordial Seed,’ yet turned around and shamelessly lingered at Jade Spring Mountain, deliberately showcasing his talents before me."

There was a hint of sneer in Wuk Yuan Immortal Master’s eyes.

Believing he had seen through Chen Jichuan’s cunning, his heart harbored some distaste.

"Brother Wuk Yuan, why act on impulse?"

"This boy’s swordsmanship is remarkable, with extraordinary mastery. If the ’Primordial Seed’ were granted to him, his chances of advancing to Qi Refinement would be far greater than those of the other candidates in the mountain."

Shii Tongwei continued to persuade.

Sharing a close bond with Wuk Yuan Immortal Master, Shii Tongwei naturally wished for their lineage to endure. Furthermore, if Jade Spring Mountain were to produce another Qi Refining cultivator, this development would inevitably favor him.

"A lifetime lived pointlessly."

"If not to act impulsively at the end of my days, then when?"

Wuk Yuan Immortal Master laughed heartily.

After three centuries of cultivation, stagnating at Qi Refinement.

Now, standing at death’s door, Wuk Yuan Immortal Master acted solely on what pleased him. Having vowed not to grant the ’Primordial Seed’ to Chen Jichuan, he was resolved not to break his word.

It wasn’t merely about breaking a promise—

Allowing the schemes of someone like Chen Jichuan to succeed would be unbearably repulsive.

"Brother Wuk Yuan—"

Shii Tongwei, hearing this, refrained from dwelling on such mundane matters. Looking at the visibly aging Wuk Yuanzi over the years, he felt both sorrowful and melancholic.

Sorrowful for the imminent loss of an old friend.

Melancholic over the uncertain future. In another few decades, he, too, would likely be unable to escape the calamity of life and death.

A lifetime of cultivation, ultimately culminating in mere yellowed earth.

Such thoughts inevitably brought a sense of despair.

"Life and death are destined. I’ve lived over three hundred years in this life, experiencing far more than ordinary mortals. I’m content."

Standing at the end of his days, Wuk Yuan Immortal Master displayed a rare tranquility, comforting Shii Tongwei instead with gentle words, "You’ve reached Qi Refinement Fifth Layer. When you advance to the Sixth Layer, you’ll be ready to seek the path of transcendence in the deeper eastern lands."

"Sixth Layer."

"Transcendence."

Shii Tongwei gazed eastward, his face tinged with longing.

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Chen Jichuan entered the Jade Spring World fifty years ago.

The founder of Jade Spring Mountain, Wuk Yuanzi, passed away, aged 315.

In the same year.

Chen Jichuan left Jade Spring Island, beginning his journey across the Mysterious Nether Sea.

Engaging in struggles against nature and men, honing his swordsmanship, broadening his horizons, and preparing for advancement to Qi Refinement. Simultaneously, he studied Alchemy, accumulating pill recipes and steadily enhancing his skills in pill refinement.

In the blink of an eye.

Ten years had passed.

...

One day.

In the northern region of the Mysterious Nether Sea, at Baihua Island.

In a local workshop, more than ten cultivators had gathered around, most dressed in black robes that concealed their faces and energy signatures, exuding an aura of furtive mystery.

Chen Jichuan likewise wore a black robe, blending in with the group.

However, with the ’Insight Skill’ at his disposal, the disguises of others were futile against his eyes.

At this moment, his gaze subtly swept over two figures in the crowd, his mind muttering with amusement, "What a stroke of fate."

At such an informal, unsanctioned small-scale underground trading meeting, encountering the Qian Brothers was entirely unexpected for Chen Jichuan.

Wandering and training abroad meant inevitable conflicts with others, resulting in slaying numerous cultivators and acquiring an abundance of Magic Artifacts, Pills, and other valuables.

Just like his previous experience at Shamen Island.

The longer one fought and the more one killed, the richer one’s possessions became over time.

Yet traveling far from home, it wasn’t feasible to send all his spoils back to Cold Smoke Island.

Nor could he roam the Mysterious Nether Sea flaunting his treasures with a carrying pole laden with baskets of Magic Artifacts and Spirit Stones.

Thus.

Chen Jichuan could only dispose of items that occupied space or were less portable by selling them nearby, exchanging them for more portable valuables such as Pills, talismans, Cultivation Techniques, pill recipes, and the like.

For particularly rare and valuable goods that he couldn’t bear to sell off, he sought out these small underground trading meetings to trade discreetly with other cultivators instead.

Chen Jichuan had little interest in refining materials or Spiritual Medicines; however, he welcomed uncommon Secret Techniques, pill recipes, arrays, rare Magic Artifacts, Pills, and other singularities with open arms.

Over ten years, while he hadn’t acquired truly exceptional treasures, his knowledge and experience had been significantly enriched.

Moreover, such informal trading gatherings often attracted shady individuals intending to rob and deceive the unwary.

Using these encounters, Chen Jichuan honed his anti-surveillance and trap-avoidance abilities, while simultaneously counter-killing evil-doers and eliminating threats to society.

This was indeed a twofold gain.

Having tasted the benefits.

Chen Jichuan consistently sought out such dark and hidden venues wherever he traveled, like a mouse scurrying into the shadows.

He hadn’t expected to encounter the Qian Brothers today.

The brothers were cautious and clever, deliberately separating themselves and pretending not to know each other. Unfortunately for them, while they might deceive others, they could not fool Chen Jichuan.

"Twenty years."

"These two are still stuck at the Innate Extreme."

Watching quietly, Chen Jichuan couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

He, too, had reached this bottleneck, refining his True Yuan into a liquid state and achieving the Innate Extreme.

True Yuan compressed in the Dantian enabled continued incremental progress in cultivation, but without breaking through to Qi Refinement, his growth would remain restricted.

And the difficulty of Qi Refinement—

Chen Jichuan now deeply understood.

Training across the Mysterious Nether Sea had improved his swordsmanship skills and pill refinement expertise, manifesting as increased combat power.

Yet how to grasp Mana or comprehend the essence of nature remained elusive. Wandering in uncertainty during cultivation, occasionally exchanging insights with others, he still failed to grasp enlightenment, stuck at the Innate Extreme.

Not only him.

Back at Jade Spring Mountain, when the founder Wuk Yuan Immortal Master passed away, in the end, he hadn’t granted the ’Primordial Seed’ to Chen Jichuan.

Fortunately, Chen Jichuan hadn’t pinned his hopes on the ’Primordial Seed.’

Paying his last respects to the ancestor with utmost sincerity, he left Jade Spring Island.

Returning to Four Spirits Island last year, he heard that the cultivator at Jade Spring Mountain who had received the ’Primordial Seed’ was still at the Innate Extreme as of now.

It was likely that the ’Primordial Seed’ had already dissipated.

Having a Primordial Seed yet failing to achieve Qi Refinement made the Qian Brothers’ predicament all the more understandable.

...

"Innate is hard."

"Qi Refinement is even harder."

Lost in thought, Chen Jichuan also kept an eye on the proceedings around him.

Having attended such underground trading gatherings countless times, he was extremely familiar with the process.

Most attendees were similarly experienced, though occasionally a novice would show up—remaining silent and posturing as a seasoned expert while being effortlessly exposed by veterans.

Just like this time.

A certain cultivator, cloaked entirely in black, silently surveyed the scene with nervous eyes, his uneasiness betraying him.

But in fact.

Such gatherings were safest amidst the crowd; true danger arose when dispersing afterward and finding oneself alone.

His overt vigilance only made him look weak, painting him as an easy target.

Chen Jichuan glanced briefly and decided to keep an eye on him.

The trading continued.

Cultivators took turns presenting their items for trade, followed by announcing what they sought in return.

If someone valued the item but lacked what the presenter wanted, alternative arrangements could be made—others in the group could step in, facilitating three-way or multi-party trades.

Overall.

The exchange process was casual and flexible, aiming to satisfy mutual interests.

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