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Chapter 318 - 310: The value of 100000000000000 and the Ancestor Master’s [Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions]

Chapter 318: Chapter 310: The value of 100000000000000 and the Ancestor Master’s [Seeking Monthly Tickets, Seeking Subscriptions]

Upon hearing this, Deng Xingyan carefully ingested the Cultivating Yuan Pill and began to meditate, attempting to mobilize his internal energy as described in the Innate Cultivation Method.

Wang Zijia’s mind moved, and he entered into his Chaotic Sea of Knowledge.

Name: Deng Xingyan

Cultivation: None

Spiritual Roots: Lower-grade Wood Spiritual Root (6000/50,000)

Cultivation Method: Basic Cultivation Method (Wanyu Scripture Child Chapter)

Spell: None

Martial Skill: Demon Suppression Skill (Core Martial Skill of the Demon Suppression Sect)

Martial Arts: Demon Suppression Dragon Fist

Looking at the simplistic information about the other party, Wang Zijia raised his eyebrows. This person’s spiritual roots were not bad, at least better than the newly entered lower-grade value of three thousand, they were twice as much.

Wang Zijia observed it for a while, and then began to experiment.

First, he gave a hundred value of spiritual root to the cultivation, in the most direct way: break the innate with a hundred years of power.

Deng Xingyan, who was meditating and trying to adjust his breath, was startled to discover that his cultivation had started to grow like crazy. From having a sense of Qi to the birth of Innate True Qi, it all happened in a moment. Everything came naturally.

He was as if he was gifted, cultivated Innate True Qi in one breath, and started his journey on the Martial Way as a Congenital martial artist.

However, Wang Zijia’s experiment didn’t stop there. He once again injected a trace of pollution into the other party’s body, and once again entered into his Sea of ​​Consciousness.

He exchanged the value degree in the spiritual roots for a hundred of the complementary martial art: Demon Suppression Dragon Fist.

As its value degree broke a hundred, the Demon Suppression Dragon Fist also changed, producing monstrous special characteristics like a spell.

But... it didn’t become a spell.

It just became an Innate martial art with exaggerated extraordinary effects. It looked impressive, but for cultivators, it was all completely showy with no strength. It was not as powerful as the Spiritual Power Shaping that Wang Zijia initially learned.

Even Wang Zijia, who had long been suspicious, felt somewhat disappointed when he tried it out to this point.

He didn’t stop the test, and continued to assign value to the martial arts, until he had assigned three thousand from the other party’s spiritual root value to the Demon Suppression Dragon Fist. Only then did this martial art completely transcend the ordinary and become immortal, becoming a First Grade Intermediate spell.

Three thousand value degrees resulted in an intermediate spell. Calculated in terms of the value of the Explosive Spirit Pill, it would be around one thousand magic money. This was a much greater loss than buying the spell directly!

This was totally not worth it!

However, under circumstances where there is no spell source available, this path could be considered.

Next, Wang Zijia traded all the value degrees for the martial arts cultivation method. His goal was pretty simple, if it only took three thousand value degrees to transform the martial arts cultivation method into a basic cultivation method for immortality, then they could carry on with that.

The result was...

After throwing three thousand value degrees in, the cultivation method did indeed become stronger. But apart from that, there was no inkling of it getting closer to the immortal cultivation method, let alone producing any effervescence.

This damned martial arts method, it followed the exact same pattern as Tai Chi Fist. Seemingly bottomless, devouring everything.

This completely stumped Wang Zijia!

Could it be that it wasn’t due to the special nature of Tai Chi Fist, but that all martial arts capable of cultivating Innate True Qi were bottomless pits?

Why was that?

As Wang Zijia’s intense curiosity was aroused, he discovered that there was some obscure information about Dao Fruit in his mind. As usual, he translated it.

Weights: Demon Suppression Skill

Category: Innate martial arts

Grade: Lower Tier

Value: 3000/1 trillion

Description: Boy, are you an idiot? You think a few thousand value degrees can break the transcendent seal rooted at the level of Dao laws in the Great Thousand World? Are you still dreaming?

Reading this Weights information, Wang Zijia was initially dumbfounded by the requirement of one trillion figure.

Does it take one trillion to develop a foundational immortal cultivation method?

What the hell?

With the introduction of the information readout, Wang Zijia initially appeared perplexed.

Breaking the transcendental seal?

What did that mean?

Wait...

A replication of an Innate martial art could be directly copied, right?

So... if this cultivation method was built up to the Child Stage of cultivating immortals, could it also be copied directly?

With no need for morticians or heritage masters for replication?

So the requirement of one trillion is because this is equivalent to establishing a completely new cultivation path in this world?

Or is it a martial path of immortality that can break the special rule of the difficulty in transmitting Dao laws?

Interesting, no wonder Tai Chi Fist was always not fully satiated. He initially thought it was because of the martial arts from his Past Life.

Among his thoughts, Wang Zijia looked at the dazzling number of one trillion and knew that the idea of transforming martial arts into the immortal cultivation method could be completely dismissed.

Even dreaming would be better than this!

As for why martial arts could become spells, the high probability was because once it became a spell, it would still need to gather runes. Essentially, there was no change; it was impossible to copy and learn directly from the martial arts that had become spells.

Shaking his head, he studied again for a moment, confirmed various conditions, then stopped.

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Tianhong Dynasty, Jingchan Mountain, Demon Suppression Sect.

Since the departure of the sect’s founder, Wanyu Dao Child Wang Zijia, two months ago, there had been a bit of chaos here.

Managing a hundred thousand people, especially a hundred thousand ordinary people suddenly thrown here, was not a small trouble.

Food, drink, and sanitation were all major issues!

Furthermore, the organizational structure of the Demon Suppression Sect was hastily established within half a month. The management level was all swiftly promoted, everyone lacked experience, and some of them were at a loss.

Of course, there were also advantages. Everything was new, so there wasn’t too much unnecessary complexity and everyone got along quite cheerfully.

This confusion lasted for several days, with little improvement.

Observing from the side, Feng Haonan couldn’t help but step forward at last. As a ’transmigrator,’ although he was not experienced in management, he had seen enough to develop flexible thinking.

Therefore, he decisively made a suggestion to the deputy sect leaders, Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji. He advised directly contacting the government to bring in a group of officials to kick things off.

Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji, as lower-level monks of Wanyu, didn’t mind Feng Haonan’s suggestion, but they were hesitant about accepting his advice.

Feng Haonan pondered for a moment before realizing the crux of the matter.

The sect was newly founded, everything was just beginning, and it was time to set the tone.

Moreover, almost all of the hundred thousand disciples were ordinary people. Even though they now held the title of Immortal Children, their reverence for the government still remained.

In such a situation, allowing government officials to help maintain order would easily allow the people of the Tianhong Dynasty to extend their reach, deeply entwining them with the Demon Suppression Sect. If not careful, the Demon Suppression Sect would become a part of the Tianhong Dynasty.

Once he understood the key point, Feng Haonan immediately changed his proposal. He still called for government officials to come to the mountain, but not to directly manage. Instead, they would serve as assistants to the hastily assembled organizational structure.

Their role was solely to identify problems and propose solutions, not to manage.

As soon as this proposal came out, Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji’s eyes lit up instantly, and they agreed in unison.

They sent several disciples from the Xiang family down the mountain on a paper kite. By the end of the day, they had brought back wave of officials, all of whom were experienced, grizzled bureau workers.

With the addition of these people, plus the framework hastily erected by Wang Zijia before his departure, a visible order gradually emerged within the Demon Suppression Sect.

After nearly two months of familiarity and exploration, initial rules had been established.

The old bureaucrats were each sent down the mountain, but the influence of this trip was greater than anyone had imagined.

Because the retired emperor who had come to the foot of the mountain for a vacation took this opportunity to strike up a conversation with Deputy Sect Master Xiang Fei.

The court suddenly gained a new department, an office independent of the Three Departments and Six Ministries, nominally under the management of the Qin Tian Supervision, known as the Exorcism Department.

The establishment of this department symbolized that the relationship between the Demon Suppression Sect and the Tianhong Dynasty was likely to become entangled.

Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji weren’t too resistant to this, because the tone Wang Zijia set for their Demon Suppression Sect was to eliminate demons and guard the way, so their disciples were destined to enter the world in the future.

With that said, having an official position could make many tasks more convenient.

In such circumstances, the Demon Suppression Sect stabilized and expanded at an extraordinary pace. Even though it seemed like a fledgling on the mountain, it acquired a significant status in Tianhong and attracted attention from all quarters.

Today, two months after the establishment of the Demon Suppression Sect, they suddenly closed their mountain gate, refusing all visitors and announcing a three-day ancestral worship ceremony.

This action of Jingchan Mountain, who attracted attention from all over the nation, raised many people’s curiosity. They wondered what the Demon Suppression Sect was up to.

At this moment on Jingchan Mountain, the top of the mountain, where the Sacrifice to the Sky Square was located, began the celebration under the organization of different factions early in the morning.

As the first inaugural ancestral worship event, it may not have been as grand as the inauguration day when numerous nations gathered at the foot of Jingchan Mountain, but it was not far off for the sect internally today.

Every single one of the hundred thousand disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect had gathered on the Sacrifice to the Sky Square early in the morning, participating in the complex ceremonies of sacrifice to the sky and the ancestors.

As time went by, no one was bored. On the contrary, as noon was approaching, many people started to look at the center of the square, the high platform for celestial worship, with anticipation and anxiety.

The grand ceremony of a hundred thousand people became quieter as noon approached and countless breaths could be clearly heard.

The deputy sect leaders Xiang Fei and Xiang Ji, leading the personal disciples of the ancestor, Feng Haonan and Liang Cheng, had ascended the several-meter-high altar. They completed a complicated ceremony facing a one-foot-tall crystal red sculpture.

"The ancestor commanded us in his letter to open the altar and begin the sacrificial ceremony. All the disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect rise and ask the ancestor to descend!"

"Respected ancestor, your disciples Feng Haonan (Liang Cheng), today, lead the hundred thousand disciples of the Demon Suppression Sect. We plead for your presence!"

"We plead for your presence!!!"

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As Feng Haonan led, on the Sacrifice to the Sky Square, a hundred thousand disciples were shouting and bowing together. Their momentum was astonishing, echoing through the mountain. Numerous onlookers below were watching Jingchan Mountain with surprise and suspicion.

With the salutations from the disciples, in the center of the Sky Sacrifice Square and on the altar, a foot-tall crystal red sculpture of Wang Zijia, which was carefully enshrined at the center of the altar and left by himself, suddenly emitted a spiritual light.

"Bang!"

A light noise and the sculpture shattered right in front of everyone’s eyes.

Before anyone could exclaim, the shattered sculpture did not scatter with strength but turned into crystal red sand grains floating in the sky, covering a large area of the altar.

The crystalline sand flowed like mist, making the surroundings of the altar look like a fairyland.

To the dazed looks of countless disciples, the crystal sand converged. A giant figure tens of meters high slowly congealed.

The face was handsome, with sharp features and firm lines. The face glowed in the twilight, radiating a dazzling brilliance.

The double eyes, as bright as stars, flashed a forbidding sharp spirit.

In the seemingly calm eyes, a profoundness comparable to the sole survivor of an ancient civilization was hidden. On a handsome, firm and deep facial contour that seemed to be carved, it looked transcendent.

Moreover, the giant, unreal figure, the elegant robe fluttering with the floating crystal sand, the long hair draped over the shoulders wavering slightly with the waves.

Under such circumstances, with such an immortal image, and with the assistance of the young man’s perfect features, it no longer looked like an ordinary mortal, but rather a celestial being seated high above the clouds in the Nine Heavens.