Cultivation : I'm an Ancient Giant Bear-Chapter 349 - 329: Enlightenment Divine Talisman

This appeared to be a very ordinary room; the space was not large, nor was it sealed. A window was open, allowing sunlight to spill in, while outside, a peach blossom tree could be seen, a gentle breeze carrying the intoxicating fragrance of the flowers.

Inside the room was a table and a chair, with incense wafting up from a burner on the table, but aside from these, there were no other pieces of furniture.

However, there were three paintings hanging on the walls.

One painting depicted lush bamboo, another a lotus flower.

The last was of a solitary mountain peak, at the foot of which there appeared to be a woodcutter carrying a load of firewood, walking forward.

Wang Wu found it quite odd; was this some kind of riddle?

Indeed, it did embody the style of the Human Race.

Always fond of creating mysteries out of nothing...

Wang Wu’s gaze swept across the three paintings one by one, yet he couldn’t find any hidden secrets; he wasn’t the kind of person with innate wisdom.

Moreover, what he really wanted to do at this moment was to find a chance to sneak away.

So, he tried to push the door, and surprisingly, it opened. As he took a step outside and looked back, nothing in the room had changed. Even after taking a few more steps out of the courtyard, there was still no change.

Returning to the room, it remained the same.

Taking the paintings down, they truly were just three ordinary paintings.

Was Old Deng playing a prank on him?

There was nothing like this in Yue Mountain’s memories, no puzzles or riddles.

With these thoughts in mind, Wang Wu leaped out of the courtyard, only to see that all around were houses, densely packed, possibly numbering in the hundreds of thousands, thriving with life, much like the bustling capital of the Mortal World.

But there was one thing — no inhabitants!

An Illusion Realm, perhaps? It didn’t seem like it.

Or had Old Deng perceived something was wrong?

Probably not likely.

So then, where was the problem?

Wang Wu really wanted to activate Level 15 Spirit Essence + the highest level of Danger Perception, but after thinking about it, he decided against it. He returned to the original room, took out the wooden box given to him by Madam Lu, and opened it to see an exotic, never-before-seen Divine Talisman inside.

As Wang Wu extended his hand to take it, he was shocked before he could even touch it. There was a mysterious power on the talisman, making it not so easy to acquire.

Though forcibly taking it was possible, such action might destroy some sort of "spiritual charm"...

What was Madam Lu implying? Was it about finding a kindred spirit?

Could it be that this strange environment was orchestrated under Madam Lu’s instruction? With only ten days until the competition for rankings, she probably knew sharpening one’s skills last minute wouldn’t make a big difference. Could more exotic items, cultivation techniques, magical treasures, play a decisive role?

Thus, the root lay in this peculiar Divine Talisman.

But how could one align with the spiritual charm of this talisman, resonate with it, and maximize its effect?

Madam Lu was truly an elegant person!

With this thought, Wang Wu no longer bothered with the strange talisman. He directly jumped out of the room and drew the flying sword from his back in the courtyard.

At this moment, it was a three-foot-long azure edge, neither too extraordinary nor too plain, perfectly balanced in the middle ground.

Wang Wu casually twirled the sword, and his mind gradually calmed down. The slight anxiety and worry, which arose because of the Five Poisons, dispersed, accepting reality as it is.

And at this moment, his Lifebound Flying Sword sensed his state of mind, bringing memories of Yue Mountain practicing swordsmanship from childhood to the forefront.

At this moment, a gentle breeze rustled the leaves, and Wang Wu moved with it, the longsword weaving among the bamboo leaves, seemingly chaotic yet subtly lyrical.

It came back to him — it was when Yue Mountain was six years old that Lu Wuchen taught him the Wind Bamboo Sword Technique.

A person like the wind, a sword like bamboo; wind blowing, bamboo becomes chaotic, with countless variations.

A person like bamboo, a sword like wind; bamboo borrows the momentum of the wind, carefree and unrestrained.

"So that’s it!"

It felt as if Wang Wu had returned to his childhood at Yue Mountain, transforming into his six-year-old self, a dark night, a high wind, swaying bamboo forest, bamboo leaves swirling, a chaos beyond description.

Yet this chaos was precisely one of the two essences of the Wind Bamboo Sword Technique.

Chaotic Sword Stance!

Using chaos to bring change, change to bring chaos!

Infusing endless transformations into the chaos, masking one’s own changes with chaos.

This was merely the most ordinary sword technique, and at this moment, Wang Wu found it infinitely profound.

In an instant, the longsword in his hand turned into countless points of cold starlight, like raising countless bamboo leaves. The night wind howled, clouds dimmed, suddenly a long whistle burst forth, as if the world had changed, and so had his identity.

A moment ago, he seemed to be the six-year-old boy arduously practicing swordsmanship under the moonlight.

In this moment, he was already the ninth on the Celestial Pride List, at the peak of Grade Two.

The longsword left his hand, soaring into the sky, a powerful gale arose, countless cloud currents turned cold.

The same Wind Bamboo Sword Technique, the same Chaotic Sword Stance, the foundation unchanged, but when driven by the Ruyi Ice Spirit Pill, utilized by the Lifebound Flying Sword, this was the spectacle.

At this moment, Wang Wu instead had a sudden epiphany.

Wind Bamboo Sword Technique, not just about wind and bamboo.

Chaotic Sword Stance, not just about chaos.

For it could be even more chaotic!

With a hearty laugh, the Ice and Fire Spirit Pill transformed. Instantly, the two Divine Talismans were drawn, and immediately Wang Wu’s flying sword split into two, becoming an Ice Sword and a Fire Sword.

The Ice Sword resonated with the Ice Divine Talisman, the Fire Sword corresponded with the Red Flame Divine Talisman.

On one side, the frigid air swallowed mountains and rivers, on the other, raging flames soared to the Celestial Palace.

Frigid air generates wind, fire borrows the momentum.

Not just a mere word of chaos, those two Lifebound Flying Swords, their momentum continuously evolving, were like paintbrushes dipped in vivid colors, boldly painting on the canvas of the world.

No matter the rules!

No matter the order!

Nothing matters at all!

Sing wildly and howl, free and unrestrained!

Wang Wu seemed to transform into the unbridled wind, the rushing water, the burning fire, the spirited life that grows recklessly!

No, I am originally a life form.

All the magic in this world, I shall borrow with a single sword!

"Borrow——Sword——Momentum!"

Naturally, Wang Wu turned his sword momentum, and his aura changed, as if the whole world had suddenly gone silent.

The full, chaotic, myriad powers were, at this moment, suddenly focused on one point!

That is the point of Wang Wu’s lifebound flying sword; it was no longer a three-foot-long blade nor any shape, it was just a point.

A point existing between void and reality.

"Break!"

Tens of thousands of voices sounded at this moment, Wang Wu didn’t open his mouth, but it seemed like the power of countless beings shouted in unison at this moment!

Then that small point suddenly transformed into endless light, piercing through all illusory phantoms...

"Clang!"

The long sword returned to its sheath!

As if nothing had happened, Wang Wu was still standing in the small courtyard, but behind him, the divine talisman given to him by Madam Lu flew up on its own; it flew an inch, and Wang Wu grew a foot; the higher it flew, the larger Wang Wu grew.

Until he appeared to be hundreds of thousands of meters tall, looking down again, where was any small courtyard or tens of thousands of rooms? It was clearly a divine talisman he was stepping on, and naturally, he hadn’t actually grown to hundreds of thousands of meters; he had merely returned to a normal perspective.

So—he had been shrunk inside the talisman, reduced hundreds of thousands of times.

Those hundreds of thousands of houses weren’t houses but the imprint marks on the talisman...

Just thinking about this, Wang Wu looked up and was almost startled. He saw Madam Lu, Grandpa Huang, Zhenhai, Wudu, Feng Yang, plus Madam Lu’s two nieces and nephews, and a whole bunch of people gathered here; he was still near the little thatched hut.

"Young Master Shan, what are you standing around for? The First Madam thinks so highly of you that she even gave you such a precious Enlightenment Divine Talisman! Quickly, give thanks!"

Grandpa Huang excitedly whispered, and Wang Wu finally understood. Looking again at the talisman beneath him, it had already cracked inch by inch, and in the blink of an eye, it turned to ash.

So that’s how it is, truly wondrous, such a treasure.

At once, he hurriedly knelt and expressed his gratitude.

"Young Shan, no need for many courtesies, just try your best. Your aptitude is still quite good. Grasping one of the three sword techniques within nine days is already superior to many others based on this alone. For now, have a good rest today."

Madam Lu smiled slightly, still looking the same, but Wang Wu could sense that she seemed a bit disappointed.

So those three paintings were three sword techniques, yet he only comprehended one?

Damn it, opportunities wasted, just slipping away for nothing.

But this truly was his current limit.

At this moment, Madam Lu’s gaze swept over and landed on Wudu, "I heard you have an important matter to report?"

"Thud!"

Wudu knelt immediately, "Reporting to Master Mother, disciple, disciple also wishes to compete for a rank in the Celestial Pride List..."

"Disallowed! The Five Poison Spiritual Qi you’ve cultivated already incites anger from both Heaven and people; using it against the Demon Race is permissible, yet you dare use it against the Human Race, courting death? Honestly head back to Profound Iron City and reflect in seclusion!"

Madam Lu’s face turned icy, seemingly venting her anger on Wudu.

"Yes!"

Wudu had already broken out in a cold sweat, but as soon as Madam Lu left, he cheerfully jumped up from the ground, entirely unconcerned, and came forward to put his arm around Wang Wu’s shoulder.

"Grandpa Huang, I’ve grown up with my senior brother since childhood, so how about I accompany him? Profound Iron City is fine; Chen Damao, oh, with Elder Chen overseeing, there’s no problem."

"Very well, but do not leave Peach Garden, this is the First Madam’s command. I hope Young Master Wudu doesn’t cause trouble for this old servant, and also, Young Master Zhenhai, Young Master Feng Yang, you four brothers haven’t seen each other in years, why not drink and celebrate here, and I will prepare some food for you."

Grandpa Huang spoke with his eyes squinted in a smile, though the words were humble, he did not move an inch, keeping a firm eye on Wang Wu, leaving him no chance for any mischief.

At one point, Wang Wu thought this old fellow had discovered his secret, but wasn’t it already the ninth day? Yue Mountain hadn’t come out of seclusion yet?

Why did it feel somewhat unsettling?

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Wudu suddenly exclaim, "Oh no, I forgot something important, Little Junior Brother Yuchi said he’d come to Profound Iron City today, how could I forget, Grandpa Huang, please convey my apologies to Master Mother, I will come another day to ask for forgiveness."

"Senior Brother Zhenhai, Senior Brother Yue Mountain, Junior Brother Feng Yang, eat, drink, and enjoy yourselves, I will personally come to cheer for you the day after tomorrow!"

Wudu dashed off, and everyone seemed used to it.

It’s Wudu, right, if he’s not acting crazy, is he still Wudu?

Only Wang Wu sighed inwardly, unsure if it was fortune or misfortune.

Because when Wudu had put his arm around his shoulder just now, he had slipped a little beetle into his hand.

This creature crawled around his palm for a few loops, then silently flew away.

Even if Grandpa Huang noticed, he didn’t mind.

Who could suspect it?

Moreover, this bug left a message in his palm.

More precisely, just four words.

Win and live, lose and die!

Goodness gracious!

So now, even Wudu began to consider the big picture?

Understanding that once the arrow is on the string, it must be shot, acknowledging that if things go wrong now, the unfortunate ones won’t be just Wang Wu, but also him, and most importantly, the Lu family’s reputation, would it still remain?