Shi Feiyang was astonished when he saw Zhu Yitai. The Young Emperor was barely grown, yet his cultivation was far from slight: he had already reached the level of a Loose Immortal.
Zhu Yitai was delighted to see Shi Feiyang as well. He released a Flying Sword blazing with brilliant radiance and sent it dancing back and forth through the Main Hall, its flashing, icy gleam lighting the hall as brightly as day.
After performing a sequence of sword moves, Zhu Yitai recalled his Flying Sword and eagerly asked Shi Feiyang for his assessment. "Imperial Preceptor, how well have I practiced my swordsmanship?"
Shi Feiyang had left Taoist scriptures for the Zhu family, but their primary purpose was to illuminate the Dao and foster wisdom. From Wanli onward, every emperor had wanted to cultivate immortality, yet none had succeeded. It was not that the methods Shi Feiyang had left were inadequate. Rather, emperors had too many schemes and power struggles to consider, compounded by the demands of the women in their harems. Their essence qi drained away and their primordial spirits were exhausted, making real achievement difficult.
Zhu Yitai was the first to successfully refine a Flying Sword.
An emperor mastering Taoist arts was not necessarily a bad thing, provided he faced the facts: success was success, and failure was failure.
Could this boy truly show the signs of a Human Sovereign? With the end of the age fast approaching, had a Human Sovereign with supernatural powers emerged to fulfill the destined role of the sage who would save the world?
Shi Feiyang made a quick divination in his mind. The hexagram did indeed indicate a wise, divine ruler saving the world.
If this boy truly could become a Human Sovereign, it would spare him a great deal of effort.