Grafting Technique

The preciousness of Three Lights Divine Water was self-evident, yet Chen Xuan had actually said he would make it rain Three Lights Divine Water for three days and three nights.

This left Red Cloud Ancestor and Zhen Yuanzi utterly shocked, and they even looked at Chen Xuan with disbelief in their eyes.

Chen Xuan smiled as a small black banner instantly appeared in the sky. It was Chen Xuan's true body, the Profound Origin Water Control Banner.

As the Profound Origin Water Control Banner appeared, mist began to rise throughout the entire garden.

The mist then condensed into a raincloud that floated above the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

In the blink of an eye, a fine drizzle fell from the sky, bathing the Ginseng Fruit Tree in Three Lights Divine Water.

The Ginseng Fruits hanging from the tree instantly became even more spiritually abundant. They seemed almost ready to develop intelligence, looking even more like real infants.

Since Chen Xuan had already fulfilled his promise, Zhen Yuanzi naturally could not go back on his word.

Zhen Yuanzi circled the Ginseng Fruit Tree once before finally selecting a branch.

"Young friend, do you think this branch is suitable? If you find it acceptable, I shall remove it at once."

Chen Xuan looked up and saw that the branch was as thick as a wrist, with a spiritually abundant Ginseng Fruit still hanging from it.

"Then I must thank you, Uncle-Master Zhen Yuanzi." Chen Xuan nodded.

Upon hearing Chen Xuan agree, Zhen Yuanzi did not hesitate in the slightest. With a wave of his hand, he snapped off that branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

Sure enough, as the branch broke away from the Ginseng Fruit Tree, the tree's spiritual energy rapidly began to drain away.

Fortunately, the Three Lights Divine Water took effect, causing a new branch to grow from the severed spot.

As the new branch emerged, the Ginseng Fruit Tree stopped losing spiritual energy and once again brimmed with vitality.

Zhen Yuanzi handed the branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree to Chen Xuan. "Young friend, I am giving you this branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

As for whether it can survive the transplant and bear Ginseng Fruits in the future, that will depend on your fortune and destiny."

Chen Xuan smiled and nodded. He immediately half-closed his eyes and sank his consciousness into the Treasure Distribution Cliff Space.

Ever since Chen Xuan had obtained Treasure Distribution Cliff, Dao Ancestor Hongjun had helped him evolve its special space into the Treasure Distribution Cliff Space.

Within the Treasure Distribution Cliff Space, Chen Xuan looked at the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree before him while holding a small knife in his hand.

Though this knife looked utterly ordinary, Chen Xuan had put tremendous effort into making it.

He had first used Nine Heavens Breath Soil as the main material, then countless Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures as supplementary materials. It had taken him two thousand years, on and off, to refine it.

Moreover, the place where he had refined this small knife was Dao Ancestor Hongjun's Purple Cloud Palace.

That was why Chen Xuan had remained so alert while listening to the Saint's Path at Purple Cloud Palace, even though he could not understand it.

It was because Chen Xuan had been using the profound principles of the Great Dao explained by Dao Ancestor Hongjun to empower the small knife in his hand.

Now, this small knife not only possessed the Power of Creation, but also contained faint traces of Dao Rhythm.

Chen Xuan had refined this small knife for the purpose of grafting the Ten Great Innate Spiritual Roots.

This idea had not occurred to Chen Xuan on a whim. Rather, it came from a sentence imprinted in his mind when he transformed and attained the Dao.

The Ten Great Spiritual Roots grow from one body, the Five Directions Treasure Banners Transform into Wind.

Only upon gaining four lotus platforms can one attain the Immeasurable Creation Body.

That was why Chen Xuan had gone to such lengths to obtain a branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree from Zhen Yuanzi.

Now that he had acquired the branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree, Chen Xuan began his first fusion.

With a flick of his hand, Chen Xuan brought down the knife and severed a branch of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree.

He then directly attached the branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree to the broken branch of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree.

Chen Xuan's heart was already in his throat, for even he did not know whether his interpretation was correct.

After all, to Chen Xuan, the phrase "the Ten Great Spiritual Roots grow together" could only mean that the Ten Great Spiritual Roots grew from a single root.

And the only way to accomplish that was through grafting.

As Three Lights Divine Water wrapped around the grafting point, something Chen Xuan had never expected happened.

The branch of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree that Chen Xuan had cut off transformed into a stream of spiritual energy and flew back into the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree.

A new branch of the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree grew from the grafting point.

It then began to slowly devour the branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree that Chen Xuan had attached.

In the blink of an eye, the branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree had been devoured completely.

Chen Xuan could not help but sigh inwardly, feeling that his grafting method apparently would not work.

Or perhaps he had chosen the wrong primary root for the graft. He should not have used the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree, but another spiritual root instead.

Just as Chen Xuan's thoughts ran wild, the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree changed again.

At this moment, the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree did not appear much different from before.

Its nine lush branches still teemed with vitality, and its trunk remained thick and sturdy.

However, the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill Tree now bore not only Nine Revolutions Golden Pills, but also Ginseng Fruits appearing here and there among them.

"It worked! It seems I chose the right Grafting Technique." Chen Xuan said excitedly.

Red Cloud Ancestor and Zhen Yuanzi had no idea what Chen Xuan had been doing just then.

They only saw his expression shift from sorrow to excitement, which made them somewhat worried for him.

Fortunately, Chen Xuan opened his eyes at this moment, and there was not the slightest sign that anything was wrong with him.

This made Zhen Yuanzi and Red Cloud Ancestor breathe a sigh of relief.

If anything had happened to the chief disciple of the Three Pure Ones in their home, they would truly have been in deep trouble.

Chen Xuan smiled and bowed to Zhen Yuanzi. "Thank you, Uncle-Master Zhen Yuanzi, for giving me this branch of the Ginseng Fruit Tree.

I, Chen Xuan, will remember this favor. If the opportunity arises in the future, I will certainly repay the kindness of today's gift."

Zhen Yuanzi calmed himself before speaking to Chen Xuan. "Young friend, favors are not important.

I merely wish to know what exactly the poem you just gave Hong Yun meant.

Surely you did not imagine it out of thin air. You must have heard it from someone, correct?"

Zhen Yuanzi subconsciously believed that this poem could not possibly have come from Chen Xuan.

At the very least, it must have come from the Three Pure Ones, perhaps even from something Dao Ancestor Hongjun had said.

Chen Xuan turned to Red Cloud Ancestor and sighed, shaking his head. "Uncle-Master Red Cloud is a good man, but he is also too good for his own good.

Because Uncle-Master Red Cloud gave up his seat in Purple Cloud Palace, someone else lost the Primordial Violet Qi.

The Primordial Violet Qi is the Foundation of the Great Dao. It would have been one thing if Uncle-Master Red Cloud had not received it either, but he happened to obtain it.

Do you two think that the person who lost the Primordial Violet Qi because of Uncle-Master Red Cloud would not hold a grudge against him?

Furthermore, the others who obtained Primordial Violet Qi were either Grandmaster's personal disciples or nominal disciples. Naturally, no one would dare set their sights on them.

But what about Uncle-Master Red Cloud? He was not even a nominal disciple! If it were me, I would target Uncle-Master Red Cloud if I wanted to seize it."

Chen Xuan's words were like a thunderclap, leaving Zhen Yuanzi and Red Cloud Ancestor frozen where they stood.