Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures

Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures

Zhushan Town is a remote town under the jurisdiction of Qinghe Prefecture in Hengshan Prefecture.

On the streets of this small town, a boy of about fourteen years old sits begging all year round.

Unlike typical beggars who wear tattered and filthy rags, the boy is dressed simply and plainly, yet he remains clean and fresh.

Also unlike other beggars who roam the streets and alleys pleading for alms, the boy sits cross-legged, his waist held straight, eyes closed quietly, waiting for others to place food before him.

His name is Jiang Feng.

He is the son of Jiang Yunhai, the former captain of the town guard.

Two years ago, because Jiang Yunhai offended a disciple of the powerful Qi Family, he and his wife were both demoted to slaves.

That Qi Family disciple deliberately left Jiang Feng behind, ordering him to beg for a living—

To survive on the charity of a hundred families, stripped of all dignity;

To endure the torments of the world, with the sky as his quilt and the earth as his bed.

Fortunately, before Jiang Yunhai offended the Qi Family, he had been loyal to his duty, leading the guard to repel attacking Magic Beasts many times. Having served the city well, he was deeply beloved by the townspeople. A small number of residents who remembered his past kindness still give Jiang Feng a bite to eat, preventing him from starving to death on the streets.

Yet despite this, due to the power of the Qi Family, Jiang Feng still suffers endless humiliation.

This is a world where martial arts are supreme and the law of the jungle prevails; martial artists hold sway and possess noble status.

The head of the Qi Family, Qi Xingyun, is the top expert in Hengshan Prefecture, his cultivation having reached the peak of the Heaven Martial Realm. He is only one step away from leveling his spiritual roots and transcending the mundane.

Because Qi Xingyun's strength is overwhelming, the Qi Family suppresses all other noble families within the prefecture. Their influence is so vast that it permeates the eighteen Prefecture Cities of Hengshan Prefecture, covering the sky with one hand. Let alone demoting the captain of a tiny Zhushan Town guard to a slave, even if they were to raze the entire town to the ground, no one would dare stand up and utter a single word of dissent.

Jiang Feng is keenly aware of the stakes!

He knows that only by becoming a martial artist can he stop begging and living a wretched life!

However, in the eyes of others, Jiang Feng will never have the possibility of becoming a martial artist.

Because, even before Jiang Yunhai was demoted, Jiang Feng was already a widely known waste.

Since childhood, Jiang Feng has been physically frail and intellectually slow.

Normal children walk at one and babble at two, but Jiang Feng did not learn to walk until he was four and spoke very little;

Normal children begin martial arts training at seven and can reach a physical strength of a hundred catties by ten, but Jiang Feng has spent his days either lying or sitting, and to this day, he lacks the strength to truss a chicken.

It is precisely for this reason that the Qi Family disciple ordered him to beg for his survival, never fearing that he might become a martial artist to defy his fate.

Imperial regulations state: those who become martial artists before the age of sixteen enjoy an unconditional imperial stipend.

In other words, if Jiang Feng could become a martial artist before sixteen, he could enjoy the imperial stipend and no longer need to beg to survive.

To become a martial artist, a mortal must use a thousand catties of brute force to vibrate the Dantian, open the Dantian sea of Qi, and perceive the Qi of heaven and earth.

It sounds easy to say, but it is extremely difficult to achieve.

Among ordinary mortals, only one in ten thousand can step through the gates of martial arts in their lifetime, and those who can do so before the age of sixteen are one in a million!

For someone like Jiang Feng, who at fourteen still lacks the strength to truss a chicken, let alone becoming a martial artist before sixteen, it is impossible to achieve in his entire life.

But Jiang Feng does not think so!

He only learned to walk and speak at four because of the Primordial Clear Qi in his chest; to prevent it from leaking, he dared not speak much. It took him four full years to completely refine this Primordial Clear Qi and cultivate the Primordial True Spirit.

He spent his days lying or sitting, lacking the strength to truss a chicken, only because he was wholeheartedly cultivating the soul technique, the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures, with no time to spare for martial arts or physical training.

Fourteen years ago, Jiang Feng's soul was reincarnated from Earth onto this continent. The powerful being who enabled his transmigration passed this soul-cultivation technique to him—the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures.

To master this technique, one must first use the innate Primordial Clear Qi in one's chest at birth to cultivate the Primordial True Spirit, laying the foundation for soul cultivation. Therefore, ever since he was born from the womb, he dared not speak, fearing that he might accidentally leak that irreplaceable innate Primordial Clear Qi. Only after four years, when the Primordial Clear Qi was fully refined and the Primordial True Spirit was formed, did he begin to speak and walk.

Once the Primordial True Spirit was formed, he began to cultivate the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures.

After ten years of effort and ten years of forbearance, this Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures is now on the verge of completion. In two more hours, after nightfall, will be the final moment of his cultivation.

Once completed, his soul strength will be comparable to that of a god; stepping through the gates of martial arts will be as easy as reaching out his hand!

Under the cover of night, Zhushan Town is silent.

A hidden corner of an alley is where Jiang Feng usually resides.

At this moment, Jiang Feng sits cross-legged, eyes tightly shut, beads of sweat the size of peas oozing from his forehead and sliding down. A powerful aura is released from his body from time to time; under the influence of this aura, cats and dogs within a hundred-meter radius all flee. Even the townspeople who have already fallen asleep are trapped in nightmares from which they cannot escape.

Cultivating the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures is not easy; the pain of tearing the soul is not something an ordinary person can endure.

The reason Jiang Feng can bear it is thanks to his past life. In his previous life, he was a top-tier assassin who had undergone countless devilish training sessions; his willpower was astonishing.

Yet even so, tonight's final sprint still makes him clench his teeth.

His soul feels as if it is being torn into countless fragments and then fused back together, repeating this cycle endlessly. In this endless cycle, his soul power continues to grow and transform.

Suddenly, Jiang Feng feels a beam of light shine into the darkness. That beam of light tears the darkness apart, drives away the endless pain, and a sense of peace he has never felt before envelops him.

This feeling is like bathing in a mother's womb, giving him a boundless sense of security.

As this feeling gradually fades, Jiang Feng slowly opens his eyes.

They are eyes of extreme clarity, like mirrors reflecting the heart. Even the darkness of night cannot conceal the spirit within them. They are like bright lamps in the night, lighthouses in a sea of bitterness, stars in the universe!

Success!

At this moment, Jiang Feng felt his mind exceptionally clear. Looking out with his eyes, everything within a hundred miles was laid bare; tilting his ears to listen, he could hear sounds from a radius of ten miles.

As expected, once the soul becomes powerful, all senses become extremely acute, Jiang Feng murmured to himself.

However, he knew these were nothing of real consequence. After mastering the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures, the enhancement of his senses was merely secondary.

"Let's test it." Jiang Feng made up his mind, straightened his body, and slowly closed his eyes while focusing his intent.

He felt a roar in his mind, and immediately, a change occurred in the darkness; everything within a hundred-meter radius appeared in his consciousness. He saw himself, seeing through his skin to the heart beating within his chest, the blood surging through his vessels, and his internal meridians; he saw everything in the soil beneath his feet, and saw the furniture behind the walls...

"Is this Divine Sense?" Jiang Feng opened his eyes in delight. "How miraculous!"

Within the range covered by his Divine Sense, nothing could hide or escape detection!

According to the teachings within the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures, Divine Sense originates from the soul; only when the soul is strong enough can it release Divine Sense. As the soul grows stronger, the range covered by Divine Sense will also increase.

"Now that I have mastered the Sutra of Observing Heaven and Eternal Treasures, my soul strength is comparable to that of a deity. It is time to cultivate my martial body." Jiang Feng exhaled deeply. After fourteen years of forbearance, was he finally about to make his mark?