Eternal Life: Talent Grows with Age-Chapter 179 - 132: Beyond Innate, a Thread of Magical Power!

Chapter 179: Chapter 132: Beyond Innate, a Thread of Magical Power!

In the blink of an eye, nearly three months had passed.

The things Lu Chang’sheng was worried about never happened; instead, Hong Yuan and Xu Zhuqing sent over quite a lot of news.

Throughout these months, chaos erupted constantly in Jinghua Prefecture, with four evil cultivators stirring up trouble, wielding overwhelming strength to seize control over many high officials in Jinghua Prefecture.

They were cunning too; the moment they took Jinghua Prefecture, they personally rushed to the military camps, and destroyed all the major equipment.

They wiped out anything that could threaten them, right from the start.

This took up an entire month.

Jinghua Prefecture was the central hub of Great Yuan, with deep reserves; naturally, there were more weapons designed against Innate Martial Artists here than anywhere else.

To prevent anyone from studying these afterward, they executed all the craftsmen in the Engineering Department of the Saint Institute.

Only after that did they start using every possible means to gather strange artifacts, spirit medicines, and clues to hidden abodes for themselves.

The evil cultivators were indulgent by nature; without any restraints or natural enemies, they simply did as they pleased.

Human life meant nothing to them—that was common. Some even said one of the evil cultivators practiced a demon technique at a mass grave, shocking countless people.

"These evil cultivators really deserve to die!"

Lu Chang’sheng couldn’t stand hearing any more.

Yet, he knew that trying to kill an evil cultivator of unknown power was extremely dangerous.

Though he detested their ways, he wouldn’t dare risk his own life over it.

Unless he was absolutely certain of victory.

Thankfully, those evil cultivators weren’t united. After all this time, word of his situation had surely reached Jinghua Prefecture, and those cultivators hadn’t come looking for trouble, which showed they didn’t care much.

But Lu Chang’sheng didn’t relax.

"The evil cultivators are here for wealth. I’ve made such a big move in Great Yuan, basically standing out as a unique case. By all rights, my family fortune should be massive; there’s no reason for them to let me go."

It was as if he were the richest person in the country; once the nation fell, the enemy would inevitably focus on him.

The only reason they hadn’t acted was probably because they were too busy.

Lu Chang’sheng saw everything clearly.

Fortunately, by now, he finally had some confidence.

Over these past two-plus months, he had trained bitterly every day—not only finishing off the remaining eleven Root Source Techniques, but also making up the Five Elements True Body Skill all the way to Circle Level.

At this point, that skill had become no weaker than any of the other Twelve Root Source Martial Arts Techniques.

A lot of Root Source Techniques were about borrowing and perfecting, further evolving toward true immortal techniques.

"Spirit Realm techniques really are endless."

He’d heard Nangua say before that the techniques of the Spirit Realm were as numerous as the stars, just because the Spirit Realm was so vast, its true scope impossible to grasp—even the finest True Man atop Fuyun Mountain couldn’t know how big it truly was.

Moreover, the Spirit Realm was filled with outstanding people and wondrous lands, blessed with countless geniuses over the years, which is why so many techniques existed and were passed down.

"If someday in the future I could evolve all of the Spirit Realm’s top techniques into one ultimate technique... I can’t imagine how powerful I’d become!"

Lu Chang’sheng harbored a touch of ambition in his heart.

But that road was unimaginably long.

Anything that could be called a top-tier technique in the Spirit Realm couldn’t possibly belong to just anybody; getting someone else’s technique wouldn’t be simple.

"Now, all that’s left is for the two worlds to fully merge."

Lu Chang’sheng had an idea—to get those evil cultivators to reveal the passageway between this world and the Spirit Realm.

But with his current strength, it was best not to mess with those guys.

Checking the interface, he saw that the Five Elements True Body Skill was nearly at Great Success, probably just a few days away.

A few days later, Lu Chang’sheng stood atop a stone deep in the mountains, training his Five Elements True Body Skill.

Usually, he’d keep it up for a little over an hour before stopping to rest, letting his meridians and blood flow recover, so he didn’t overdo it.

One key variable when cultivating the Root Source Techniques was precisely this duration of training.

Two hours a day.

Any more, and the total training time needed would just drag out longer.

But today, when he hit his usual time threshold, his body suddenly trembled, and a rush of heat burst out from his crown.

As time passed, the heat gathered more and more, spreading all around him and turning into a mist over the mountains.

Less than a hundred meters away sat a dozen simple wooden cabins.

Daoist Ruyi, Lu Chang’an, Mr. Lu, Mrs. Lu and the others were busy with their own tasks.

Suddenly, Lu Ziyou’s eyes flickered with a hint of weirdness.

"Why did it suddenly get so foggy?"

"It’s getting late—bring the laundry in!"

Not far away, the now skeletal-faced Yu Hai walked out and looked up, spotting the mist rolling in, and shouted right away.

Out in the yard, several women hurried to gather up the laundry.

When mountain fog rolls in like this, floods could be coming.

Except—

Lu Ziyou glanced up at the bright afternoon sun, utterly confused.

It didn’t look anything like rain.

Soon enough, evening arrived.

Smoke started rising from the cabins; everybody was fixing dinner. When Lu Ziyou saw his old man hadn’t come back, he paused his training and went off to look for him at his usual cultivation spot.

No one ever thought Lu Chang’sheng would get into trouble.

With Lu Chang’sheng’s skills, even if those evil cultivators showed up, there’d be no way nothing would happen without a commotion.

As he got closer, a strange thought sprang up in his mind.

Could it be that this half-day long fog was something dad caused?

Just then, all of a sudden, his eyes widened, staring blankly ahead.

Some fifty meters off, a figure danced like a swimming dragon, moving along the ground for a moment, then stepping several meters into the air.