Cultivation: Fortune by Lots

He sighed softly, waved his hand, and paper and ink appeared before him.

Then, the paper began to fill automatically with ink, meticulously noting the broad details of the conversation he had just had with the three men.

The ink dried quickly, but Ye Moquan did not immediately store it away.

Instead, the elderly man gazed at the paper for a long time before finally putting it away.

Other papers, similarly filled with recorded text, were gathered together with this one.

All of them contained notes of previous important conversations and information.

At present, this was the only method Ye Moquan could use to help himself avoid forgetfulness.

Yet, as he looked at those manuscripts, a complex expression crossed his face, and he remained silent for a long time.

Not far from the guest house, the servants within Prince Zhao’s Mansion all spoke in hushed tones.

The Prince was in seclusion, and no one in the mansion dared to disturb him.

Inside the quiet chamber, unlike Taoist or Confucian cultivators who secluded themselves for silent cultivation or reading, completely detached from the world, King Zhang Teng was pacing around, continuously moving and turning.

His hands held a fist position, though his movements were slow, making him appear to be warming up.

However, in the center of the quiet chamber, the object King Zhang Teng circled was a Treasured Blade.

It was not the legendary Zhenshi Blade, but rather one that Zhang Teng himself had forged.

Empowered by Zhang Teng’s Qi and Blood energy, the blade’s light became even more cold and domineering.

When Zhang Teng’s Qi and Blood energy had been filled to the brim, he drew the blade from its scabbard.

With blade in hand, his aura grew even sharper.

Yet, as the Martial Tao True Meaning of his became evident, changes slowly started to occur.

An aura that was both wild and tyrannically overbearing revealed itself, as if iron cavalry was trampling the rivers and mountains!

If Ye Moquan and Lin Huan were present at that moment, they would confirm that King Zhang Teng’s current Sword Intent was remarkably similar to the "Barbarian Spearhead" demonstrated by Xu Yuanzhen before, with only minor differences, but undeniably of the same origin.

Zhang Teng had not inquired about the Martial Tao True Meaning from Ye Moquan and others, nor had he sought to obtain it from the Tang Imperial Court.

Because he had already possessed it.

Only, he had acquired it through other channels.

The intense fighting spirit he experienced during the destruction of the Ye Clan Ancestral Land in Jinzhou originated from this wild Martial Tao True Meaning, and with its combination, Zhang Teng’s Sword Intent was beginning its formal transformation.

This choice was not an easy one to make.

As a Martial Arts Expert and having deeply pondered the relevant Martial Tao True Meaning, King Zhang Teng was well aware of the formidable strengths and the nearly irreparable flaws of this Sword Intent.

But still, he took this step.

His adversaries were stronger than Ye Moquan, Ye Yan, Chu Xiuyuan, and Fang Jingsheng.

To compete in this struggle and at least give himself a chance to fight, he had no other choice.

Zhang Teng’s expression was resolute, neither joyful nor angry, as he swung his blade again and again, with the Sword Intent growing stronger each time.

「Atop Dragon Tiger Mountain.」

Inside his private residence, Lei Jun sat cross-legged, looking ahead.

In front of him, what seemed like solidified gang wind was slowly unfurling.

Once unwound, the gang wind, centered on Lei Jun, wrapped around him again, forming what seemed like walls of wind on all sides.

The octagonal wall of wind surrounded Lei Jun, sealing off the inside from the outside, then began to converge upwards and downwards to form a sealed environment.

Lei Jun stopped the expansion of the gang wind and then maintained its octagonal shape.

After that, he took out another type of Spiritual Objects.

The strands of Dragon Form Raincoat twirled like swimming dragons, roaming about in all directions.

Under his control of Mana, the Dragon Form Raincoat began to resonate with the Eight Scenic Winds. As it transformed into light and shadow, the Dragon Form Raincoat merged into the Eight Scenic Winds, which then started to condense.

In the end, a rustling, seemingly unstable Straw Raincoat appeared in front of Lei Jun.

However, many principles and Artistic Conceptions were still missing from the Straw Raincoat.

To officially succeed in forging it into a Magical Treasure, he would need much more hard work and other key materials.

Lei Jun nodded slightly, and then waved his hand at the rudimentary Straw Raincoat.

Thereupon, the Dragon Form Raincoat and the Eight Scenic Winds separated, each returning to their original forms.

As Lei Jun stored the two Exotic Treasures, he mused, However, these two could indeed be tried in combination. The Eight Scenic Winds still have an important use, but it’s uncertain whether any will remain when the time comes.

Then, he took out the Rising Dome Liuhua he had collected on this trip.

After pondering carefully for a while, Lei Jun unfolded the luminous, mist-like treasure.

The light and mist spread and, influenced by his Mana, gathered but did not disperse, encircling Lei Jun.

Lei Jun’s Mana began to refine the Rising Dome Liuhua.

Around him, light and brilliance swirled, condensing into numerous Talisman Scriptures that revolved and danced together.

The Talisman Scriptures transformed into a grand Altar flashing with purple, golden, and cyan light.

Above the Altar, the light surged upward, gradually coalescing into an ethereal path of light that only Lei Jun could see.

High above in the clouds, the path had an end, yet it was still some way from reaching the dome of heaven.

The abundant Spiritual Energy from the surrounding world began to gather toward this pillar-like path, as if reaching for heaven.

And so the pillar grew taller, the path longer.

Lei Jun himself sat within the Altar below, motionless.

Above, along the ascending path, numerous steps emerged, shimmering with fleeting light, as plentiful Talismans underwent transformation.

The Talisman Scriptures were engraved upon each ascending step.

More and more Talisman Scriptures were embedded onto this path reaching for heaven, with the road stretching ever upward.

All of this represented the current embodiment and culmination of Lei Jun’s Cultivation and Taoist Laws.

Now, the seemingly illusory pathway extended upwards, and with each advancement, Lei Jun’s Cultivation progressed day by day.