Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 320 - 247: Today I Realize I Am Myself

Chapter 320: Chapter 247: Today I Realize I Am Myself

Wonderful, wonderful! What the sages of the past conceived truly captures the essence of heaven and earth!”

In the grand hall on the first floor of the Ten Thousand Dao Tower, Song Xingyun stood before an ancient painting, his expression one of feverish excitement, as he loudly and excitedly extolled its virtues.

His exclamations immediately caught the attention of Zhao Sheng, Dong Miaozhen, Jin Wulin, and others.

The crowd, hearing his voice, walked over.

Standing before the wall-hung ancient painting, Zhao Sheng said with a smile, “Mr. Song, such joy in your praise must mean you’ve made considerable gains. Congratulations!”

“Ha ha, not hiding anything from Taoist Zhao, this Spirit Root Map has indeed given me much insight. The expert who left behind this painting must certainly be a venerable ancestor of my Carefree Sect. I hold infinite respect for our forebearer’s profound cultivation!” Song Xingyun spoke both joyously and sentimentally.

Zhao Sheng turned his gaze to the ancient painting on the wall.

The painting was roughly three feet square, in the style of ink and mineral pigment.

Upon inspection, one would see a desolate world in the painting, with drifting sands and scattered stones, withered plants, and the sky a murky yellow – all exuding a sense of desolation and deathly stillness.

However, as one’s eyes moved towards the center of the painting, life gradually emerged from the wasteland.

At the heart of the painting was a vibrant green Nine-leafed Wild Vine, its tendrils spreading in all directions, where it passed the grass emerged anew, bursting with an indescribable vitality.

The dreary yellow sky of death starkly contrasted with a small patch of green vine, yet it made the overwhelming vitality of the Wild Vine even more unforgettable.

Dong Miaozhen, widely knowledgeable and perceptive, upon seeing this ancient painting, softly explained, “This painting was personally drawn three thousand two hundred years ago by the Carefree Sect’s Ancestor Hui Shengzi.”

“Is that true! Ancestor Hui Shengzi is my great-grandmaster, this is his heritage piece, no wonder it resonates so well with the cultivation technique I practice.”

Song Xingyun could hardly contain his surprise and joy, and couldn’t help but recite softly:

“A vine thrives with leaves so dense, across the barren land life renews. Towering columns in deserts vast, roots of the earth unmoved by tribulations.”

“A fine poem, what a ‘root of the earth’! It seems, Mr. Song, that the cultivation technique you practice must be your esteemed sect’s ‘Ten Thousand Tribulations Rebirth Scripture’.” Zhao Sheng applauded and praised with a smile.

“You flatter me.”

Mr. Song returned the gesture humbly with clasped hands, then inquired, “Taoist Zhao, having witnessed the sages’ wonderful insights, what have you gained by any chance?”

Zhao Sheng looked around, observing that the walls of the grand hall were adorned with a series of Daoist text depictions each unique in form and full of Taoist Intent, as well as a number of paintings and wildly scripted runes.

“Zhao has gained little, merely an occasional enlightenment – ‘Heavenly Dao is natural, Taoist Skill follows nature.’”

“Heavenly Dao is natural, Taoist Skill follows nature!” Song Xingyun’s spirit was greatly shaken, and he unconsciously murmured the phrase to himself.

When he came back to his senses, he couldn’t help but show a hint of admiration on his face.

“Brother Zhao, you truly possess a natural affinity for the Dao. Your words are profoundly insightful, as if pointing directly to the origin of the Tao. If only you could join my Carefree Sect.”

“Heh heh!”

Just then, a cold sneer came from the distant corridor.

Kong Lang, along with a group of people, swaggered over to where Zhao Sheng and the others were.

First, he glanced at Dong Miaozhen, the look of desire in his eyes fleeting, then enviously turned to Zhao Sheng and sneered, “How wonderful are the words? But can you rely on mere sweet talk to form a Golden Core Formation Pill? Moreover, Kong has also gained something, listen well.”

Without waiting for the others to react, he loudly chanted, “The Dao is like nothing yet lacks nothing, thus is the Immortal of Effortless Longevity. Immortal of longevity, the Infinite Fruit, within a Golden Core, a myriad of phenomena embraced.”

As he finished his verse, Kong Lang looked smug and asked, “How is this Enlightenment Poem?”

When it comes to poetry and scholarship, the Confucian Scholars of the Lingyun Academy are recognized as the foremost in this realm.

Kong Lang had previously been humiliated and intended to use this chance to observe the art in Ten Thousand Dao Tower to regain face in front of Zhao of the Zhao Family.

Of course, he also wanted to show off his erudition to Dong Miaozhen.

“Such a peerless beauty of Heavenly Immortal Human Transformation should not fall into the hands of such base and intolerable clowns. Unbearable!” Kong Lang thought indignantly to himself.

Zhao Sheng observed his behavior, internally bumping down his estimation of Kong Lang by a few notches.

Frivolous, impetuous, capricious.

Such an unsettled temperament likely meant this person had little hope of forming a Golden Core in their lifetime.

“Young Master Kong, your Enlightenment Poem sounds rather good. However, as far as I’m aware, you come from the Ancient Confucian Kong Family and are the dormitory head of the Upper House in Lingyun Academy, yet why does the poem you crafted bear the flavor of the Taoist persuasion?”

At Zhao Sheng’s question, Kong Lang’s face subtly changed.

Yet, Zhao Sheng’s final query threw off his composure entirely, making him lose his temper.

“Hmph, your … Confucianism and cultivation heart … could it be that they’ve all been digested by dogs?”

“You … you you!” Kong Lang pointed at Zhao Sheng, his finger trembling with anger, his aura on the rise, emitting strands of green and white Cultural Energy.

“What, you want to fight me? Are your injuries from before already healed?” Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed fiercely, and he quickly gathered a fist-sized purple Fireball in his lowered right palm.

Dong Miaozhen stepped forward immediately to intervene, “No fighting is allowed within the Ten Thousand Dao Tower! Otherwise, even the Nascent Soul Ancestor can’t protect you.”

At her words, Kong Lang snorted coldly and said with a threatening tone, “Hmph, Zhao Qingyang, there’s no need to showcase your bravery just for the moment. We’ll see how you embarrass yourself on the Debating Platform!

Lastly, let me offer you a word of advice on behalf of everyone: ‘When the tree stands out in the woods, the wind will surely destroy it!’”

Having said that, he led his group away with a flourish.

Dong Xiaowan didn’t follow the others, instead, she moved closer to Zhao Sheng. Her beautiful eyes looked deeply into his, her brows creased with worry, her lips expressing concern.

She spoke softly, full of worry, “I’ve heard that Kong Lang has schemed with a group of people, insistent on making things difficult for you. You must be very careful.”

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