Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 92 - 71: Open the door, I’ve got something good for you!

Chapter 92: Chapter 71: Open the door, I’ve got something good for you!

Haitang Mountain.

The moon hung high in the sky.

Chen Jichuan held a Spirit Stone in his hand, quietly channeling a secret technique.

It was unclear how much time had passed.

A cool sensation spread from his palm, circulating throughout his body.

"It’s done."

Chen Jichuan felt his spirit clear and was somewhat pleased.

This wasn’t the Dao Fruit absorbing Spiritual Energy but rather him employing a secret technique to extract the Spiritual Energy from the Spirit Stone for his own use.

Spiritual Energy entered his body.

Wrapped in Inner Strength, it flowed through his meridians. After several circulations, a third of the Spirit Stone was refined, and he felt a faint stinging pain in his meridians.

"Spiritual Energy is toxic."

"Abnormal People and Fourth-Grade Martial Artists have some resistance to Spirit Stones and Spiritual Energy, but that’s only externally. Once Spiritual Energy is drawn into the body, its radiative and destructive properties increase significantly. Without the barrier of flesh, it poses great damage and stress to the meridians."

"Even for a Sixth-Grade Martial Artist, fully refining a Spirit Stone requires dividing the process into seven or eight sessions."

"One must proceed step by step, or risk serious harm."

Chen Jichuan calculated silently.

The third of the Spirit Stone he just refined barely enhanced his Inner Strength. He was already at the peak of the Sixth Grade, just one step away from perfection, where he could reach the Innate Realm.

Thus, it was difficult to ascertain the precise effect of Spirit Stones on Martial Artists through personal testing.

However, the Wusheng Sect had conducted tests before.

"According to Mu Junxiong, an ordinary Fourth-Grade Martial Artist should divide the refinement of a single Spirit Stone into ten sessions, with three days between each session. In a month, combining this process with daily practice yields results equivalent to four or five months of normal cultivation."

In the Wusheng Sect, most Sixth-Grade experts needed about ten years of hard work to advance from Fourth Grade to Fifth Grade without external aid.

But with enough Spirit Stones—

"Two years."

"In two years, one could break through to the Fifth Grade, and with additional help from various medicinal aids, this process could be shortened even further."

Chen Jichuan did the math.

He had finally developed an intuitive understanding of how Spirit Stones worked for other Martial Artists.

According to Mu Junxiong, Spirit Stones were also greatly beneficial for breaking through bottlenecks.

Mu Junxiong had been stuck at the Sixth Grade for years, but after obtaining a secret technique for refining Spirit Stones, he had already glimpsed the hope of breaking through to the Innate Realm.

"With this secret technique."

"The market price of Spirit Stones will certainly rise. No wonder Sheng Dayang has been sending fewer Spirit Stones lately."

Chen Jichuan pondered this and became even more satisfied with the impromptu scheme he had recently devised. "Sheng Dayang’s standing in the Wusheng Sect is still relatively low. Now, with Mu Junxiong in play, everything becomes much easier—whether it’s tracking the dynamics of the Wusheng Sect’s leadership, acquiring Spirit Stones, taking over Black Prison, or absorbing members of the Wusheng Sect."

Last night.

Chen Jichuan secretly employed the Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers Skill, using its soul-enchanting and spirit-dragging capabilities to extract the souls of He Mingli, Mu Junxiong, and others.

His initial plan had been to risk backlash and scatter the souls of He Mingli and Mu Junxiong, taking them down in one blow.

But unexpectedly.

Mu Junxiong’s soul was unlike that of ordinary people. Even after being dragged out, he quickly regained consciousness. Fortunately, the Enchanting Soul Child and Capturing Soul Boy he had summoned were able to suppress Mu Junxiong, preventing his escape back into his physical body.

Faced with the unfathomable might of the Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers Skill and intimidated by the illusory torture pits of boiling oil and mountains of blades that Chen Jichuan conjured through Daoist techniques,

Mu Junxiong promptly surrendered and begged for his life.

Chen Jichuan chose to go with the flow.

He threatened Mu Junxiong with eternal damnation in boiling oil and hellish torment, his soul never to reincarnate.

Meanwhile, he tempted him with the promise of breaking into the Innate Realm, ascending to command the Wusheng Sect, and receiving an immortal cultivation method to tread the path to transcendence.

Thus, he planted a seed in the Wusheng Sect.

Whether Mu Junxiong’s allegiance was genuine or feigned, Chen Jichuan didn’t care.

For now, he lacked useful subordinates.

Even if he had the power to kill the Wusheng Sect’s leadership outright, that would merely be a momentary satisfaction, a way to avenge himself.

To seize control of Black Prison,

he needed a more meticulous plan.

With Mu Junxiong in place,

there was far more room to maneuver.

As for potential risks,

they certainly existed.

But given the speed at which Chen Jichuan was progressing in cultivation and accumulating new techniques, and his ever-present vigilance, a mere Mu Junxiong—even if he managed to reach the Innate Realm—was no more than another He Mingli. He wouldn’t be able to cause much trouble.

Even if a betrayal were to occur,

it wouldn’t matter to Chen Jichuan.

Still, Mu Junxiong’s "defection" provided Chen Jichuan with a new idea: "I possess the Five Ghosts Yin Soldiers Skill, a masterpiece of deception and mysticism. I could replicate this method with the Golden Sun Sect or the Lishui Gang."

As the thought crossed his mind,

he refrained from acting hastily,

deciding to carefully consider the details of implementation and the choice of targets. A poorly executed plan could lead to unnecessary complications.

...

After pondering over many matters,

Chen Jichuan stood up and glanced at the Spirit Stone in his hand.

"With my Dao Fruit, I can directly extract the Spiritual Energy from these Spirit Stones and transform it into Source Power for storage. Whether for strengthening myself or for absorption efficiency, it far surpasses the Wusheng Sect’s secret method acquired from Biqing Cliff."

Chen Jichuan focused on the Spirit Stone, and with a thought, he stopped suppressing his ability.

Immediately, a cool current surged from the Spirit Stone into his palm and then into the sea of his consciousness,

transforming into strands of silver threads that became Source Power.

Compared to refining it with a secret technique, this process was tens of thousands of times faster, without being limited by the tolerance of his meridians.

In comparison,

the secret technique was entirely useless.

"It’s useless for me, but—"

Chen Jichuan absorbed all but five of the fifty Spirit Stones he had obtained earlier from Peng Yangui.

He then took out two of these remaining stones.

Striding to Chen Shaohu’s room, he knocked on the door and said, "Open up, I’ve got something good for you."

...

Da Liang World.

Meishan County.

Chen Jichuan stayed within Baozhi Forest, engrossed in studying a scroll of ancient scripture.

It was the ninth year of Xianchun.

That year, he had a life-and-death duel with Qizhenzi of the Tongshen Temple at Mount Qian. His soul was shattered, and Qizhenzi’s fate remained unknown.

By the tenth year of Xianchun,

after spending half a day wandering outside, Chen Jichuan expended ten thousand units of Source Power to return once more to the Da Liang World, only to learn that during their battle, Qizhenzi had used a borrowed technique to escape and had since disappeared.

His enemy remained at large.

Not daring to expose his presence, Chen Jichuan chose to stay quietly in Baozhi Forest, focusing on cultivation in secrecy.

At that time—

Sun Sihai and others had stormed Tongshen Temple, forcing Qizhenzi to flee.

An unknown Mayi Daoist had pursued him from the front, while behind, Hui Feng Monk led two disciples to plunder the Jade Dragon Fruit Tree.

Meanwhile, Sun Sihai, Ban Zhao, and Jin Shenggu had adhered to Chen Jichuan’s instructions, carrying all the temple’s ancient tomes back to Baozhi Forest.

In the blink of an eye,

it was now the twentieth year of Xianchun.

In the past ten years,

Chen Jichuan’s cultivation level and Daoist skills hadn’t yet recovered to their peak from his previous life. However, he had carefully studied Tongshen Temple’s collection of texts, gaining numerous techniques.

Among them were myriad sorceries dedicated to serving Evil Gods and casting curses,

such as the Sacrifice Five Gods method

and the Plow Head Curse.

Chen Jichuan found little interest in these, but one technique—the Paper Cutting into Soldiers Skill—was an authentic and remarkable Daoist art.

"By mastering Paper Cutting into Soldiers, one can summon soldier-like constructs that neither eat nor drink, are immune to blades and spears, and can fight in formations. They move at the manipulator’s will. In ancient times, a Daoist once used this skill to defeat tens of thousands of enemy troops. It is truly a wondrous art of the highest order."

As Chen Jichuan flipped through the ancient texts, he was repeatedly moved by the achievements of his predecessors. "To defeat tens of thousands of troops singlehandedly—this is truly a power beyond human comprehension!"

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