Creating Cultivation Techniques

"Go to hell!"

Chen Changqing slammed his hand on the stone table, causing the broken bowl to bounce half an inch, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

"You're only eleven! What kind of Divine City are you going to see a show in? Those Golden Core Deity Transformation cultivators kill without blinking an eye. Even if I have to sell all the land in the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, I will never allow you to risk your life in such a mess!"

After shouting that, Chen Changqing took a deep breath, his expression shifting between anger and uncertainty as he clenched his sleeves and gritted his teeth to change his words.

"If you absolutely have to go... I'll pass the leadership to Old Mo, and I'll personally accompany you! Anyone who dares to lay a finger on you, I'll detonate my own Golden Core and splatter blood all over their face!"

Upon Mo Wendao felt a bitter taste in his mouth and sighed helplessly.

"Changqing, are you out of your mind! The Divine City is teeming with powerful figures, with Nascent Deity Transformation everywhere, and even ancient clan elders at the Half-Step Void Refinement stage! Our Golden Core cultivation... in their eyes, what difference is there between us and dust? What can you use to protect us? You're not even qualified to be a watchdog!"

Chen Changqing's body suddenly stiffened, and his flushed face turned deathly pale.

He looked down at his calloused hands, his teeth grinding together.

Mo Wendao was telling the truth.

A person at the peak of the Golden Core stage is considered a powerful figure in a remote part of the Southern Region, but in front of a behemoth like the Immortal Alliance, they are nothing more than an ant that can be crushed at will.

He couldn't protect her.

This thought was like a red-hot, dull knife, viciously gouging at Chen Changqing's heart.

Chen Fan looked at Chen Changqing's slightly trembling shoulders, a faint gentleness flashing in his eyes.

As Middle Martial God, possessing a terrifying talent of nearly two hundred million, the cultivation techniques of this low-level cultivation world are like child's play in his eyes.

"Ants?"

Chen Fan stood up straight and spoke softly.

"If your cultivation level is too low, just raise it."

Before he finished speaking, he raised his right hand, his index finger like a pen, and drew two streaks of black and white divine light in the air.

The laws of heaven and earth of the Cangwu Realm emitted a violent lament between these two fingers!

By forcibly deconstructing the operation of the Heavenly Dao with the consciousness of the Martial God, two deduction methods pointing directly to the Origin Source were formed in the blink of an eye.

"Buzz!!"

Two jade slips, each shrouded in profound Daoist patterns, materialized out of thin air and hovered three inches in front of Chen Changqing and Mo Wendao, respectively.

"Father, your meridians are broad and predominantly Yang, possessing the essence of Yi Wood. This 'Great Void Longevity Guidance' can reverse the death energy of the Golden Core and lead you directly to the Great Dao of Deity Transformation."

"Old Mo, your Sword Intent is mixed and your lifespan is nearing its end. The Nine Heavens Profound Heaven Art uses malevolent energy to temper your sword spirit, cutting away the rotten wood, which should extend your life by eight hundred years."

Chen Fan's voice was as calm as if he were handing out two ordinary pieces of malt candy.

Chen Changqing and Mo Wendao subconsciously probed the jade slip with their Divine Senses.

The next moment!

"Boom!!"

As if Primordial Era thunderclap had exploded in his mind, Mo Wendao's True Essence energy surged wildly, his eyes bulged, and he clutched his chest tightly.

"This... this is a Heavenly Rank Supreme Grade? No... this has Transcendence the principles of Cangwu, directly reaching the methods of True Immortals in the Upper Realm! I... I actually understood the Nascent Soul stage?!"

Chen Changqing stood there dumbfounded as well. The Qi Sea deep within his Golden Core, which had been stagnant for several years, frantically absorbed and released spiritual energy, cracking open a clearly discernible line of life!

"Calm your mind."

Chen Fan uttered four words calmly, interrupting their shock.

"Having the cultivation technique alone is not enough. Within three months, I need Qingyun to produce two more Nascent Soul."

He turned to look at Mo Wendao, his tone turning cold.

"Issue my Sword Master's order: mobilize all authority in the Southern Region. Instruct the Mysterious Sword Sect and its thirty-six affiliated sects to turn their treasuries upside down. Within three days, deliver all the Supreme-Grade Earth Vein Spirit Marrow and Nascent Soul-Breaking Spirit Herb to Setting Sun Mountain."

"Those who disobey will be removed from the roster."

Mo Wendao trembled, his fear turning to fervor, and he prostrated himself on the ground. "I will obey the Sword Master's command!"

The Southern Region was shaken.

Under the iron-blooded command of the Azure Cloud Sword Sect, the thirty-six sects dared not slacken in the slightest. In just seven days, mountains of ten-thousand-year-old spiritual milk, Earthfire Marrow Crystals, and Nascent Soul-Breaking Spirit Pills flooded into the main peak like a tidal wave.

Deep within the Cliffside Bamboo Garden, the stone gate to seclusion slammed shut.

Inside the secret chamber, Chen Fan sat cross-legged in the Void.

He did not use the power of the starry sky itself, but only used the miniature Dao Rhythm of the Life-and-Death Millstone in his Dantian to completely crush the mountain of resources, extract the purest Origin Source spiritual mist, and transform it into two azure dragons to pour into the crown chakra of Chen Changqing and Mo Wendao respectively.

When the meridians are severed, they are soothed by the vitality of the mortal world;

When inner demons arise, crush them with a single punch using the Dao of Life and Death!

The tribulation of shattering the core and forming the nascent soul, which is a near-death experience for ordinary cultivators, was handled smoothly as if it were a natural process under Chen Fan's superior protection.

Two and a half months later.

Above the Sunset Glow Mountain Range, thick Tribulation Clouds gathered wildly, and dark purple heavenly lightning snaked like giant pythons. An oppressive, world-destroying pressure enveloped the surrounding area, and countless cultivators in the Southern Region stared in horror at the back of Qingyun Mountain.

Double Nascent Soul Tribulation!

Just as two devastating bolts of Violet Firmament Divine Thunder were about to strike violently down, Chen Fan merely glanced up at the sky from inside the Cliffside Bamboo Garden.

He frowned slightly, casually flicked his sleeve, and uttered a single word.

"Disperse."

A Martial God's Will, surpassing even the Heavenly Dao of Cangwu, soared into the sky, like an invisible giant hand sweeping across the eight wastelands!

The swirling Tribulation Clouds froze in mid-air for a moment, then silently dissipated like sunlight melting snow, and the sky returned to its clear, cloudless state!

"Boom!!"

Two vast, Early Nascent Soul pressures erupted from the cave, sweeping across the Sunset Glow Mountain Range!

The stone gate shattered.

Mo Wendao held a three-foot-long sword, his white hair turned black, his face returned to middle age, and his Sword Qi aura soared into the sky, showing no trace of his frail and old age.

Chen Changqing strode forward, surrounded by a vast and boundless flow of Taixu True Essence. His Qi and Blood were as powerful as a surging river, and he exuded the solemn and majestic aura of a newly ascended giant.

All the disciples of the sect knelt down in unison, their shouts echoing like a mountain collapsing and a tidal wave crashing.

"Welcome back, Ancestor, as you emerge from seclusion! Welcome back, Sect Leader, as you break through to the next realm!"

Hearing the shouts echoing across the mountain, Chen Changqing abruptly withdrew his oppressive aura.

He looked down at his hands, and touched the clearly defined Nascent Soul figure in his Dantian with a mixture of surprise and delight. Then he suddenly looked up at Chen Fan, his dignified expression instantly crumbling, and he reverted to the rough, rustic smile of a country bumpkin.

"Fan'er! Father has broken through! I'm now Nascent Soul Ancestor!"

Chen Changqing rushed to Chen Fan in one stride, grabbed Chen Fan's shoulder with his big hand, grinned, but couldn't help but feel his eyes redden.

"Haha! Now let's see which bastard in the Divine City dares to bully you to my face! Nascent Soul are nothing, even I, an Early Nascent Soul cultivator, can still take a bite out of them!"

Mo Wendao his sword and landed on the ground, bowing respectfully to Chen Fan with a wry smile.

"My life is all thanks to the Sword Master."

Chen Fan straightened his slightly wrinkled cuffs, his gaze passing over the Sunset Mountains and looking towards the distant Central Domain Divine Land on the horizon.

"Now that everything is ready, let's set off."

Chen Changqing gripped the spirit sword at his waist, and without a word, his large, calloused hand took the eleven-year-old boy's hand in his.

Ten thousand miles away, in the Divine City of the Southern Nation Immortal Alliance Divine City, the enormous vortex that swallowed and expelled the Prodigies of the Four Domains suddenly began to operate.