Chapter 14: The Thunder-Struck Wood “Died Without Regret,” Things Have Changed
After a few breaths, Qingfeng came back to his senses from the shock and spoke.
“I think I’ve heard my Master mention the Five Elements Array.”
“This was a unique skill of a certain sect two hundred years ago, but it was later eliminated.”
“In that case, the records in the Scripture Vault should also include the basics and some introductions to the Five Elements Array.”
“Can you break your Master’s great array with just that?”
“Of course not,” Chen Changsheng shook his head and said, “As I just mentioned, my Master inherited from Shangqing View, and he is not skilled in array formations.”
“Under such circumstances, it is very likely that my Master cannot create an array by himself.”
“So, the arrays set up by my Master mostly came from the Scripture Vault of Shangqing View.”
“In my second year of entering the sect, my Master showed me that piece of thunder-struck wood.”
“In order to decipher the core array left by my Master, I spent a year reading all the array books in the Scripture Vault.”
“After much comparison, I discovered the array set up by my Master.”
“It is a mixture of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Array and the Beidou Array, with some modifications from my Master.”
“I tried many times but could never break into the array.”
“Because of this, the array set up by my Master blocked me for five whole years.”
“Later, I found the classic texts on the Five Elements Array in the book grave and gained some insights from my Master’s own thoughts on arrays.”
“With this, I finally understood how my Master merged the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Array and the Beidou Array.”
“It involved borrowing the principles of the Five Elements Array.”
“Once I understood how the array was laid out, I started trying again, spending another year and a half to break into the array.”
“Finally, ten days ago, I completed the crafting of the coffin.”
After hearing Chen Changsheng’s account, everyone was speechless.
Qingfeng looked at Yuanshen Shangren with a kind of regretful expression, as if to say, “Master, your thunder-struck wood ‘died’ without regret.”
As for Chen Changsheng’s behavior, Yuanshen Shangren simply found it amusing and exasperating.
This guy spent a full eight years turning his thunder-struck wood into a coffin.
He really did not know whether to praise him for his perseverance or scold him for being foolish.
Eight years is not a short time for cultivators.
The maximum lifespan of a mortal is just over seventy years, while a Foundation Establishment Stage cultivator can live up to two hundred years.
Golden Core Realm cultivators live for five hundred years, and the lifespan of those in the Nascent Soul Realm is about eight hundred years; only the Spirit Master ancestors can break the thousand-year lifespan.
His disciple spent eight years on such a trivial matter.
He truly doesn’t worry at all about his lifespan!
……
Limitless Secret Realm.
Slowly descending from the sky, at the entrance of the Limitless Secret Realm, many large and small sects were gathered.
“Oh my!”
“Isn’t that Yuanshen Shangren?”
“After fifty years, you’ve broken through to the mid-Nascent Soul stage! That’s truly a joy to behold!”
As soon as Chen Changsheng and the others landed, Zhao Dezhu, the sect leader of Linglong Sect, approached with a broad smile.
However, facing Zhao Dezhu’s enthusiasm, Yuanshen Shangren did not respond favorably.
“Speak your piece; I don’t want to waste any more words with someone of your crude nature.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Dezhu looked pained and said, “Yuanshen Daoist, you are also a person of the Dao, how can your temper be so fiery?”
“Although my cultivation is slightly higher than yours, and my disciple is also somewhat better than yours.”
“Just a friendly reminder: you shouldn’t be angry over such trivial matters all the time.”
“I know you’re jealous that I took in such a promising disciple.”
“Under two years old, he’s already reached the late Nascent Soul stage. Such talent hasn’t appeared in the entire Great Qian Dynasty.”
“If I really couldn’t find anyone else, based on our friendship, I would help you find one.”
“Pah!”
“Who cares about your broken disciple!”
“I have an even better one; isn’t your disciple barely reaching the late Nascent Soul stage at just under two years old?”
“My disciple can reach the late Nascent Soul stage within a year. Just wait and see!”
After saying this, Yuanshen Shangren stormed off with Chen Changsheng and the others, filled with rage.
Seeing this, Zhao Dezhu smirked, clasped his hands behind his back, and hummed a tune while heading towards the sealed area of the Limitless Secret Realm.
……
“No, the more I think about it, the angrier I get!”
“Qingfeng, take your junior brothers in; I’ll go have a word with that b*stard Zhao Dezhu.”
Not long after starting off, Yuanshen Shangren grew increasingly angry and ran off to confront Zhao Dezhu again.
Watching his Master’s demeanor, Qingfeng smiled and chose to ignore it.
Zhao Dezhu and his Master were close friends; he had watched their banter for fifty years already.
At this moment, Chen Changsheng suddenly spoke up.
“Senior brother, didn’t they say there’s a genius named ‘Immortal of Eternal Life’ from Linglong Sect?”
“Why haven’t I seen her?”
“Immortal of Eternal Life went to the border of the Great Qian Nation. Not just her; even the Little Monk Yixiu from Heavenly Buddha Temple went.”
“Yixiu, the monk?”
Hearing this name, Chen Changsheng involuntarily asked from the depths of his soul.
Qingfeng assumed Chen Changsheng had never heard of this name and promptly began to explain.
“Monk Yixiu is the heir of Heavenly Buddha Temple and, second to the Immortal of Eternal Life, is the genius of the Great Qian Dynasty.”
“He has just turned a little over a year old and has already reached the late Golden Core stage.”
“It is said that he is the most likely to surpass the Immortal of Eternal Life.”
Upon learning that the once timid and kind-hearted little monk had grown into such a formidable figure, Chen Changsheng couldn’t help but feel a sense of nostalgia.
Back in the day, Little Monk Yixiu frequently came to debate with him, but he often lost more than he won.
Time truly is the most powerful “cultivation method” in the world; he had merely taken a nap, and the once little monk had turned into today’s monk.
After reflecting, Chen Changsheng spoke again.
“Senior brother, what are they doing at the border?”
“What else could it be? They’re probably going to war with the Night Moon Nation.”
“As a land of the Demon Clan, the Night Moon Nation fights against the Great Qian Dynasty every two hundred years. Although the Great Qian Dynasty has won many times, they still can’t eliminate them completely.”
“Recently, it seems something is off; the Night Moon Nation has unexpectedly initiated a national war.”
“It’s only been a year and seventy since the last war, and they’ve advanced it by thirty years, which is rather puzzling.”
As soon as he said this, the smile on Chen Changsheng’s face gradually faded.
The war between the Great Qian Nation and the Night Moon Nation, he had seen related records in the book grave.
That was a chaotic battle involving both cultivators and mortals, and the level of brutality was beyond description.
Even Nascent Soul experts risk falling in such battles.
Moreover, regarding the Night Moon Nation launching a war earlier, Chen Changsheng felt an inexplicable sense of unease.
