Chapter 927: Fusion of Spiritual Qi and Power of Origin

“Indeed, this kind of energy can be refined with any cultivation technique.”

Tang Xuan affirmed.

“Nascent Soul cultivators within the alliance have also thought about researching what exactly this energy is. If it can be understood, the speed of cultivation would significantly increase. Unfortunately, although many Nascent Soul cultivators have engaged in cultivation over the years, they have not been able to fully comprehend it. The only discovery is that this energy seems non-renewable and becomes increasingly thin over time.”

Saying this, Tang Xuan addressed Chu Ning and Cen Zijin:

“Hence, you must cherish this opportunity well, for after a hundred years, even if the Tree of Myriad Laws can indeed produce Spirit Fruit, the energy within the forbidden land might no longer exist.”

Chu Ning and Cen Zijin immediately agreed.

Tang Xuan then smiled and said:

“Actually, this matter is an open secret within the slightly larger sects of the alliance. When I lead you there tomorrow, I naturally won’t speak of it. But you need not mind too much, just proceed as usual.”

Chu Ning agreed once more, feeling greatly curious about the energy Tang Xuan mentioned.

In the Cultivation Realm, regardless of what cultivation technique one practices, everyone relies on Spiritual Qi for cultivation.

Even those in the demonic path might use Blood Evil Qi, Profound Yin Qi, and the like to raise their cultivation.

But fundamentally, they are still absorbing Spiritual Qi for cultivation.

Aside from Spiritual Qi, the only other energy Chu Ning had encountered to enhance his strength was the Power of Origin.

However, it seemed to be a completely different energy from Spiritual Qi.

Now, hearing Tang Xuan’s words, the energy in the Cloud Peak Forbidden Land does not conflict with Spiritual Qi. On the contrary, it’s more advanced, which is truly strange.

With such anticipation, the night passed quickly for Chu Ning.

Early the next morning, Chu Ning, along with Cen Zijin, arrived at the training ground.

Jiang Cheng, He Feng, Zhuang Zhong, and others also arrived one after another.

Soon, the three Nascent Soul cultivators who had previously checked everyone’s bone age also appeared.

Lu Yuezhang casually released a flying boat, and after inviting everyone on board, it rose into the sky, flying directly toward the depths of the Cloud Peak Mountain Range.

Even though the speed of Lu Yuezhang’s flying boat was quite fast, it still took an entire day to reach a valley entrance where it landed.

“Junior Brother Lu, is it already time for the hundred years?”

At this moment, a slightly hoarse voice sounded.

Following the sound, everyone discovered a cultivator sitting under a cliff beside the valley entrance.

It was unknown how many years this person had been sitting there, their body covered entirely by soil and vines.

This was why no one had noticed their presence before.

Lu Yuezhang then spoke:

“Senior Brother Zou, the hundred years have indeed passed, and I have brought the fellow daoists of the alliance to partake in the Tree of Myriad Laws’ Spirit Fruit.”

Saying this, Lu Yuezhang cast his gaze toward another part of the cliff in the valley.

“Fellow Daoist Shen, it’s been a hundred years since we parted, how have you been?”

“Fellow Daoist Lu, rest assured, I’m not dead.” As Lu Yuezhang spoke,

a clear voice rang out.

Following the voice, everyone saw a figure lying at the foot of the wall on the other side of the cliff.

The figure seemed to have no intention of rising.

The voice continued to speak.

“However, your Senior Brother Zou is indeed peculiar, not saying a word for decades. If you had come any later, I might have forgotten how to speak.”

Before Lu Yuezhang could respond further,

this Fellow Daoist Shen continued:

“There are quite a few unfamiliar faces this time, not bad at all. It seems our Cloud Peak Alliance still has some newcomers appearing.”

The person’s tone was filled with satisfaction, and just as they were speaking, they uttered an exclamation.

“Oh? Your Guiyuan Sect only has two people this time? Besides Jiang Cheng, is there no one else who entered the top ten? Heh, it seems your Guiyuan Sect is lacking successors.”

“Fellow Daoist Shen is mistaken,” Lu Yuezhang replied cheerfully at this moment.

“This time, Jiang Cheng and He Feng from my Guiyuan Sect have both entered the top ten. It’s just that the first place was taken by Fellow Daoist Chu Ning from the Jiuhua Sect, so they were the only two who entered this time.”

“Oh?”

Hearing Lu Yuezhang’s words, the Cultivator Shen leapt up from the wall root and approached everyone.

He was a middle-aged cultivator with a lean face.

“To think Old Ghost Tang’s Jiuhua Sect has such talent. Who is Chu Ning?”

Upon hearing this inquiry, Chu Ning immediately cupped his hands slightly toward the other party.

“Junior Chu Ning greets Senior Shen.”

“Tsk tsk, very young, with a Golden Core Late Stage cultivation.” The Cultivator Shen was full of curiosity as he examined Chu Ning.

Turning to the other side, he said, “Old Zou, your disciple can’t compare to this young one.”

Upon hearing the Cultivator Shen’s comment, the Cultivator Zou, who had been silent since first speaking, seemed to finally show some signs of activity.

What surprised Chu Ning and the others immensely was when Jiang Cheng, who had been standing quietly among them, suddenly flew forward,

and knelt before the Cultivator Zou.

“Disciple greets Master, and I apologize for letting you down.”

“So this Guiyuan Sect cultivator is Jiang Cheng’s master.” Chu Ning’s eyes flickered as he intensely scrutinized the vine-covered figure.

He then looked surprised.

Out of respect, he hadn’t used his Divine Sense to scan, but from his line of sight, he could see

that the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Guiyuan Sect actually had no legs.

While Chu Ning was observing this, the slightly hoarse voice of the Cultivator Zou sounded once more.