Taking Flight
He possessed the cultivation of the peak of Foundation Establishment, with a majestic demeanor. His gaze swept across the entire area with authority, finally pausing briefly on Chen Fan, a hint of barely perceptible regret flashing in his eyes.
"The path to immortality is one of defying fate and fighting against destiny; the key lies in one's character and foundation!"
The elder raised his hand and waved it, and hundreds of blue bamboo slips flew out from his sleeve, landing precisely in front of the prayer mats in front of each child.
"This is the very foundation upon which our sect is founded—the Azure Cloud Qi-Attracting Art!"
"Today, I will personally perform the ritual to help you take the first step into the Immortal Gate!"
Thump!
The elder pointed his fingers like a sword, and a faint ray of spiritual light touched the edge of the Bronze Ancient Bell beside him, producing a deep and clear striking sound that spread out in layers of transparent air currents, quickly calming the restless children's minds.
Then, the Grand Elder sat cross-legged and, with a voice as loud as a bell, began to explain, word by word, the breathing method of sinking the Qi to the Dantian and sensing the free-flowing spiritual energy.
"Hold fast to the primordial unity, guide your intention to the Niwan), let gathering and scattering occur at your own will..."
Below the platform, hundreds of children closed their eyes tightly, their faces flushed, and clumsily imitated breathing, trying to grasp the elusive feeling of air in the Void.
Only Chen Fan, sitting in the very center of the first row, rested his chin on his hand, his eyes filled with a strange expression.
After hearing only the first three sentences, the Martial God True Spirit within him had already deduced the so-called sect-establishing technique from the very beginning, following the laws and patterns of the Cangwu Realm.
Rough.
It's really too rough.
The Extraordinary Points and acupoints, resulting in a loss of nearly 40% of the True Essence. There is even obvious stagnation between the Shanzhong Point and Jueque Point. If one practices this method for many years, fire toxins and hidden diseases will inevitably accumulate in the body.
In Chen Fan's view, this cultivation technique was like trying to carve tofu with a rusty, dull knife.
Listening to the elder's eloquent explanation from the podium, Chen Fan, feeling utterly bored, couldn't help but lean back on the cushion and yawn.
To outsiders, this appearance became a sign of complete abandonment.
"Hmph, you're hopeless."
Not far from Chen Fan, a young man dressed in a magnificent robe with gold cloud patterns sneered.
That was Li Tianyu, a direct descendant of the Li Family, one of the three major Foundation Establishment families in the Southern Region.
Buzz!
Suddenly, a faint white vortex appeared above Li Tianyu's head, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within a few feet around him trembled slightly, turning into a visible white light that entered through the top of his head.
Guide the Qi into the body!
Having grasped the essence of Qi upon first hearing the Dao, he was already considered one in a hundred during the outer sect selection of the Cangwu Realm!
"Excellent! The young man from the Li Family has remarkable comprehension!"
The deacons on the platform couldn't help but nod in approval.
Li Tianyu opened his eyes, his face full of arrogance, turned to look at Chen Fan, who was half asleep beside him, and said in Yin-Yang tone.
"Young Sect Master, it seems that the Golden Rosy Clouds of Dragons and Phoenixes that filled the sky back then did not grant you even a fraction of your enlightenment."
Chen Fan didn't even bother to turn his head to look at him; he simply shifted to a more comfortable position and closed his eyes to rest.
This level of provocation, compared to the battles he had experienced in the Boundary Sea and the hunt for gods by Ten Thousand Races, was as naive as a grain of sand blown by the wind.
On the platform, the elder stopped preaching.
He looked at Chen Fan, who was lying motionless with his eyes closed, and sighed inwardly.
The sect leader, Chen Changqing, had saved his life, and seeing his old friend's descendant so dejected and self-destructive, the Grand Elder couldn't bear it in the end.
He slowly walked down from the platform, came to Chen Fan, bent down, and his cloudy eyes were full of kindness.
"Fan'er, don't lose heart."
The elder offered gentle words of comfort.
"The Immortal Dao immortality is long and arduous; it's alright to start slowly. Come, let me channel a wisp of Pure Yang True Essence into your body to regulate your meridians and personally guide you to find your first sense of Qi."
As he spoke, the elder extended his aged right hand, his index and middle fingers joined together, and gently placed them on Chen Fan's tender right wrist.
Chen Fan's heart skipped a beat, and he knew something was wrong.
"Elder, wait..."
Before he could finish speaking...
The pure and gentle Foundation Establishment True Essence within the Grand Elder's body had already slipped into Chen Fan's wrist meridians without warning.
Boom!!
The moment that True Essence entered his body, it was like a match in a raging storm, instantly triggering the Thirty-Six Life-and-Death Seals locked deep within Chen Fan's body!
The Chaos Vitality, which had been entrenched deep within his marrow and transformed from the Mortal World Life-and-Death Dao Fruit world, suddenly rebounded spontaneously!
When the Grand Elder's protective True Essence touched the slight aftershock of this power, it was like hitting a Primordial Divine Mountain that spanned countless ages, instantly crushed into the most primordial nothingness!
"Snap!"
The Second-Tier High-Grade Spirit Sword that had been with the Grand Elder for a hundred years shattered into dozens of pieces of iron without warning!
Puff!
The Grand Elder's face turned deathly pale. He staggered back three steps, a metallic taste rising in his throat, and he nearly spat out a mouthful of blood.
He looked up, staring at the six-year-old child in utter horror, as if he were seeing a god or demon emerging from an ancient Abyss.
"Damn it, we've gone too far."
Chen Fan sat cross-legged on the futon, frowning inwardly.
The Grand Elder's reckless intrusion of True Essence was like a spark falling into a frying pan, instantly igniting the extremely delicate dynamic balance within his body.
"Snap!"
Unconsciously, a series of crisp sounds rang out from within his body.
The first Spirit-Sealing Seal shattered.
Then, the second, the fifth, the tenth... all Thirty-Six Life-and-Death Seals collapsed one after another like dominoes!
The Black-and-White Inner Core that he had forcibly locked deep within his bone marrow suddenly surged, and the violent flow of Yin-Yang energy transformed into a storm, directly rushing into his limbs and bones.
The young Mortal Body was simply unable to withstand such pure divine power, and fine, blood-red cracks appeared on the surface of its tender skin at a visible speed.
"Fan'er!!"
A thunderous roar erupted.
Chen Changqing's eyes were bloodshot, and his Late Golden Core True Essence surged violently, transforming into a blue afterimage that streaked through the air.
"Elder, what did you do to him?!"
Chen Changqing no longer cared about the usual etiquette and hierarchy. He assumed that the Grand Elder had made a mistake in his cultivation and caused a backlash. He raised his hand and unleashed a powerful and steady Yi Wood Spiritual Light, forcibly enveloping Chen Fan's crown chakra, attempting to protect his son's meridians with his own Golden Core cultivation.
However.
The Yi Wood Spiritual Light, capable of moving mountains and filling seas, had just penetrated within three feet of Chen Fan when the air suddenly felt heavy.
Buzz!
A black and white Taiji Formation Diagram materialized out of thin air around Chen Fan.
Chen Changqing's vast and mighty Golden Core True Essence, when it landed on this Taiji Diagram, was like boiling water poured on snow; it couldn't even stir up a ripple before being torn into the most primordial nothingness by the true intent of the Millstone's rotation!
An even more terrifying and powerful counterattack surged back along the meridians!
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Chen Changqing groaned, his feet leaving deep cracks on the White Marble floor, and he stumbled back five steps before finally regaining his balance.
He looked down at his charred, trembling palms, his furious expression instantly transforming into utter stunned silence and horror.
He's at the Late Golden Core!