Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit-Chapter 206 - 167: Taixu 3 Heroes! [Seeking Recommendation Tickets!]

Chapter 206: Chapter 167: Taixu 3 Heroes! [Seeking Recommendation Tickets!]

"I have something to attend to and need to leave for a while."

"You go back first."

"For the next few days, do not leave the sect. And absolutely do not mention the matter of breaking through to the God Realm to anyone else."

Receiving a satisfactory response, Grandmaster Qin was pleased and allowed Chen Jichuan to leave. Before leaving, he specifically reminded him not to disclose the breakthrough to Core Formation.

Chen Jichuan agreed wholeheartedly.

He also understood that for the sect, individuals in the Void Realm or God Realm were akin to a stabilizing force.

A lifespan of 300 years, unparalleled combat prowess.

Each Void Realm or God Realm master could ensure the survival of a sect for at least a hundred years, and at most up to two centuries.

However, reaching the Void Realm was equivalent to attaining the Qi Refining Realm, and the God Realm was likewise akin to Qi Refining—both extremely difficult to achieve. Even a sect such as the Taixu Sword Sect could not guarantee a continuous chain of Void or God Realm Grandmasters in every generation.

Therefore,

the information regarding every sect Grandmaster must remain highly confidential.

Ideally, no one should know their true identity.

This way, no one would know their actual age or how many years they had left to live. Even if there were a temporary absence of Void Realm experts in the Taixu Sword Sect, the sect could bluff and maintain appearances, weathering any crisis.

Bearing this in mind, Chen Jichuan departed along with Yang Xiong.

On the way back,

Yang Xiong explained, "You were trapped in the Qinling Mountains and chased by a Void Realm Demon Beast. Grandmaster Nie Yun and Grandmaster Bu Wushuang immediately ventured in to search for you. Who would have anticipated that you’d come out on your own? Senior Grandmaster Qin Feng is likely anxious to retrieve those two; delaying further could lead to trouble."

Chen Jichuan realized that the "Taixu Three Heroes" of old had all advanced to the Void Realm and were still alive. Additionally, they had risked their lives for his sake, entering the Qinling Mountains.

Having roamed the Qinling Mountains for a month, he had firsthand experience of the perilous conditions there.

The place was teeming with Demon Beasts, with Void Realm Demon Beasts being a common sight. He was first pursued by the Gale Divine Eagle and Bear Venerable, and during his desperate escape, he ended up attracting five more Void Realm Demon Beasts.

Creatures from every realm—flying in the skies, running on the ground, leaping in the mountains, swimming in the waters, and jumping among the trees—came at him all at once.

Luckily, he had formidable magic on his side, as well as techniques like the Paper Man and the Water Mirror Technique to create diversions.

He also had enough downtime to log off and recuperate.

Using these various methods in conjunction, he managed to lure those Void Realm Demon Beasts to the southern region before quietly making his way back to Pengshan County.

Back and forth.

A month had passed just like that.

Precisely because he understood the dangers of the Qinling Mountains, upon hearing that two Void Realm Grandmasters from the Taixu Sword Sect had entered to search for him, Chen Jichuan couldn’t help but feel a sense of admiration.

...

After parting ways with Yang Xiong, Chen Jichuan made haste to the Prince Mansion to report his safety to his master and mistress.

Then, he went straight to the Fourth Division of the Blood Clothes Army.

Yuezhou was in turmoil, with the Taixu Sword Sect waging war against Anhua County, mobilizing the entire Pengshan County.

The Fourth Division of the Blood Clothes Army, having recently returned from the Qinling Mountains, was not sent to the front lines. Instead, they remained in Pengshan County as a mobile force for eight cities to stabilize the rear and prevent any opportunistic intrusions.

A mere three thousand soldiers in the Blood Clothes Army tasked with keeping the entire Pengshan County under control—it was no easy feat.

The burden on their shoulders was no lighter than that of the other three divisions.

Every day, Wang Yan led his troops on patrols outside. Upon returning, he dealt with reports from various camps and cities, as well as documents issued by the Military Affairs Office. This constant cycle of labor left him little time or energy, even causing delays in his swordsmanship practice.

That night.

Under a shimmering sky full of stars, in the Commander Mansion of Chen Jichuan, Wang Yan was bent over a desk handling military affairs.

Chen Jichuan quietly walked in, but Wang Yan didn’t notice.

From up close, illuminated by the lamplight, Wang Yan’s face appeared somewhat fatigued. This wasn’t solely due to the workload but also a mixture of concern and anxiety.

He had personally witnessed Chen Jichuan being chased by the Gale Divine Eagle into the Qinling Mountains, uncertain whether he had survived.

Over the past month, he had been managing the Fourth Division of the Blood Clothes Army while simultaneously worrying over Chen Jichuan’s safety. With his mind unsettled and responsibilities piling up, it was no wonder his spirit was flagging.

Wang Yan was utterly focused, occasionally furrowing his brows.

It wasn’t until Chen Jichuan approached, casting a shadow over his desk, that Wang Yan realized someone was there. He abruptly looked up, seeing before him the figure he had longed for day and night—Junior Master himself, standing alive and well right in front of him.

"Junior Master!"

Wang Yan was elated, jumping up instantly. The furrows on his brow smoothed out, and the worry clouding his eyes dissolved in an instant.

"There’s so much military work; you should delegate it to Zhu Biao and the others."

"You’re throwing all your effort into this; how will you have time to practice your swordsmanship?"

Seeing Wang Yan’s joy, Chen Jichuan’s tone of reprimand lightened somewhat.

Wang Yan grinned, not taking it to heart. He cheerfully said to Chen Jichuan, "Got it. From now on, I’ll spend more time practicing swordsmanship."

Dodging the subject with a casual reply,

Wang Yan then pulled Chen Jichuan close, examining him thoroughly. After confirming there were no injuries, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He then became animated, asking incessantly about Chen Jichuan’s experiences over the past month and chatting about the "Gentleman Sword" he had glimpsed in the Qinling Mountains.

Chatter filled the room as the night deepened.

Unknowingly, as sleep crept in, Wang Yan dozed off at the desk, leaning against Chen Jichuan.

...

Time passed.

After returning to Pengshan City, life seemed to settle back into its usual rhythm.

On the eleventh day after his return,

Chen Jichuan was practicing swordsmanship in his courtyard when a figure suddenly appeared. Looking up, he saw it was none other than Grandmaster Qin Feng.

"Grandmaster."

Chen Jichuan immediately stopped his practice and stepped forward to greet him.

"Am I interrupting your practice?"

Grandmaster Qin asked with a smile.

"Not at all."

"This disciple was almost done for the day anyway."

Chen Jichuan replied.

He glanced at Grandmaster Qin, noting that he hadn’t appeared in recent days or sought him out. It seemed likely that he had gone to the Qinling Mountains to search for Nie and Bu.

Now that he was here, it probably meant the two had returned as well.

Sure enough.

Grandmaster Qin said, "That’s just perfect. Come with me to meet your Grandmasters Nie and Bu."

"Yes."

Chen Jichuan nodded in agreement but then glanced at himself and said to Grandmaster Qin, "Grandmaster, could you wait a moment? This disciple—"

Having just completed his swordsmanship practice, he was covered in sweat, and his clothes were somewhat disheveled.

Although, with his mastery of Transforming Strength, no feather could land on him and not a single fly could stay, he didn’t usually pay attention to such details while practicing.

"That won’t be necessary."

"We’re all men here; no one cares about such things."

Grandmaster Qin waved dismissively.

Seeing that Grandmaster Qin was in such a hurry and didn’t care for formalities, Chen Jichuan didn’t press the matter and followed him out of the mansion. Along the way, he unleashed his Inner Strength, causing his Qi-blood to burst forth, evaporating sweat and dust from his body. The effect was not much different from bathing and changing clothes.

They moved swiftly.

Before long, they arrived at the Ten Thousand Scroll Cave in the back mountain of the Taixu Sword Sect.

...

"Disciple Wang Shan greets Grandmasters Nie and Bu."

Inside the Ten Thousand Scroll Cave,

Chen Jichuan bowed deeply toward the two figures before him.

One had fluffy hair and wore a light-yellow robe.

The other was clothed in a martial outfit, revealing muscular arms that exuded a primal energy.

Both appeared somewhat weathered.

This was due to both their recent travel and their advancing age.

As Chen Jichuan paid his respects, he stole a glance—

Name: Nie Yun (Real Name: Nie Daqian)

Age: 275

Level: 13

Cultivation: Qi Refining Third Layer (Void Realm First Stage: Late Void Entry); Transforming Strength Fourth Layer;

Cultivation Technique: "Taixu Sword Manual"

Magic: Cloud-clearing Sword, Cloud-clearing Palm, ..., amongst others

...

Name: Bu Wushuang

Age: 281

Level: 14

Cultivation: Qi Refining Fourth Layer (Void Realm Second Stage: Early Void); Transforming Strength Fourth Layer;

Cultivation Technique: "Taixu Sword Manual"

Magic: Heavenly Frost Sword, Heavenly Frost Fist, ..., amongst others

...

"How could they be this old?"

Chen Jichuan was startled upon seeing their ages.

He didn’t know how many other Void Realm Grandmasters existed within the Taixu Sword Sect, but the three he’d met were all considerably aged.

Grandmaster Qin Feng had the highest cultivation and was the youngest of the three, but even he was two hundred and sixty-eight years old.

By the three-hundred-year lifespan limit, he had roughly forty-two years left.

Forty-some years.

To ordinary people, this was a major portion of a lifetime; but to practitioners at the Qi Refining and Void Realm levels, it would pass by in the blink of an eye.

"If the Taixu Sword Sect doesn’t have other Void Realm experts, it would be tough to sustain itself on just these three."

"Even if other Void Realm practitioners exist, having all three reach advanced age simultaneously would still be a monumental blow to the sect."

"No wonder they place so much importance on me."

Chen Jichuan reflected inwardly.

In a sect like Taixu Sword Sect, the absence of Void Realm masters would spell imminent peril. At any moment, it might face annihilation or be reduced to the level of minor sects like Lion Mountain or Yinyue Sect.

His own emergence, at least, could ensure the sect’s survival for the next two centuries.

It was truly a timely injection of vitality.

Meanwhile,

Nie Yun observed Chen Jichuan and nodded, saying, "When I returned to Pengshan County not long ago, Senior Brother Qin mentioned you repeatedly, praising you to no end. I’ve longed to meet you ever since. I never imagined that the first time we’d meet, you’d have already reached the God Realm."

The demeanor of this Grandmaster Nie was calm and amiable, making people feel at ease.

Hearing his words of praise, Chen Jichuan replied humbly, "I was fortunate to break through; it’s nothing remarkable."

Nie Yun seemed even more satisfied upon hearing this.

He appreciated younger practitioners who remained modest and composed, even when achieving early success—a rare and commendable trait.

"Now that you’ve reached the God Realm, you are not far inferior to us. Moreover, you have the advantage of youth; surpassing us in the future is entirely possible. No need to act so reserved."

Nie Yun smiled as he spoke to Chen Jichuan.

"Your Grandmaster Nie is right, Wang Shan, relax."

Grandmaster Qin Feng also chimed in with a smile.

Bu Wushuang, however, said little. His expression revealed little emotion, but his efforts to show goodwill toward Chen Jichuan were evident.

The Taixu Three Heroes shared deep camaraderie, and Chen Jichuan was clearly the most outstanding of their younger generation. The atmosphere among the four quickly turned cordial.

Chen Jichuan soon became familiar with the three of them.

After some time,

Grandmaster Qin Feng shifted the focus, asking Chen Jichuan, "I’ve observed that your mastery of swordsmanship has already reached a Grandmaster’s level. From your perspective, do you anticipate any difficulty in advancing to the Void Realm?"

"There shouldn’t be any difficulties."

"Within one or two years, I should be able to advance."

Chen Jichuan answered candidly.

On matters such as these, he had no inclination for false humility.

He understood that Qin Feng and the others were keen to gauge the progress of his cultivation. Offering vague or evasive responses at this point would only lead to frustration.

Over twelve years had passed since he resumed his inner cultivation practice.

His Inner Strength had already reached the Innate Fourth Realm. With another year or two of consolidation, it would be a matter of course to compress and condense his True Yuan into a mist-like state, thus returning to the Qi Refining Realm.

"Excellent!"

Qin Feng and Nie Yun both exclaimed in unison, their eyes lighting up with excitement.

While Chen Jichuan’s achievement of Core Formation and his breakthrough to the God Realm were joyous milestones,

what truly concerned them was the question of whether he could attain the Void Realm, and how soon he might do so.

"The sect’s legacy lies in the lineage of Inner Strength, specifically through swordsmanship."

"If you were to walk the path of external skills, it would truly be a pity."

Nie Yun nodded repeatedly, then turned to look at Qin Feng and Bu Wushuang, suggesting, "Now that Wang Shan has already reached the God Realm and seems poised to break through to the Void Realm in Inner Strength as well, I propose that he begins studying the Sword Stele sooner rather than later."

Qin Feng and Bu Wushuang exchanged glances.

Qin Feng nodded, saying, "I was previously concerned that an early exposure to the Sword Stele might rush him, hindering his cultivation. But it seems the time is now ripe."

"The Sword Stele?"

Chen Jichuan knew this was likely the secret inheritance of the Taixu Sword Sect.

He had entered the sect and dedicated himself to cultivation, hoping precisely for the opportunity to inherit the Sword Ancestor’s legacy.

Eighteen years had flown by, and the day had finally arrived.

Chen Jichuan felt a burgeoning sense of anticipation.

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