The Dao Sovereign of Shennong

"Please, let the Holy Son take his seat!!!" Meng Kun roared with all his might, nearly straining his voice.

"Please, let the Holy Son take his seat!!!"

Behind him, the crowd simultaneously bowed in salutation.

Zhao Xing, who had just been about to disembark, was taken aback.

Are you not even pretending anymore?

In the past, phrases like "Holy Son" were mostly jokes. But today, Meng Kun outright led a crowd to shout it out loud!

Why did it escalate to this?

The reason lay in the imperial decree.

Emperor Jing had ordered the Kun Yuan Academy to hold a grand ceremony for the return of the divine artifact. The decree specifically outlined the arrangements for the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe and Zhao Xing, stating: "Let Xing take command of the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe, be enfeoffed as the Envoy of Spirit Mountain, and annotate the Sage Classics."

This meant Zhao Xing had at least mastered the initial power of the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe and was appointed to oversee the Spirit Mountain within the Lingxu Blessed Land, a region managed by Kun Yuan Academy, with a Third-Rank official position as Spirit Mountain Envoy. His task was to delve into the Sage Classics of the Shennong Office.

With Emperor Jing saying so, why should Meng Kun keep up any pretense?

Thus, he directly addressed Zhao Xing as the Holy Son.

"Do I just... not go down now?" Zhao Xing was momentarily stunned, glancing at Li Boqian beside him.

Calling him that in such a public setting—wasn't it a bit inappropriate?

After all, this wasn't some ancient feudal era. What was Meng Kun trying to do?

"Why are you looking at me?" Li Boqian rolled his eyes. "They're calling for you, not me."

If it had been someone weaker, just carrying the artifact back wouldn't warrant such overwhelming treatment.

But who was Zhao Xing? The one who authored The Three Yin, Three Yang, and Six Qi Grand Zhou Celestial Theory, Annotations on the Two Canons, and Yin-Yang Self Theory of Natural Laws.

He also cultivated Kunpeng Transformation, Measure of the Sky and Beyond, Myriad Straw Puppets, and Vast Sea Earth Palace Techniques.

He excelled in both knowledge and cultivation and had reached a high realm.

Now that he could wield the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe, the significance was entirely different.

This wasn't some stroke of luck where someone stumbled upon the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe.

It was inheritance! It was the will of the Earth Deity, a divine mandate, and a symbol of the rise of Kun Yuan Academy!

As Zhao Xing stood there dumbfounded, waves of chants echoed again:

"Please, let the Holy Son take his seat!"

There was no other choice. The crowd had already called out three times.

To ignore it further would be a display of arrogance.

Reluctantly, Zhao Xing gripped the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe and stepped off the imperial ceremonial ship, ascending the cloud path to the prepared chariot.

The chariot was a treasure-grade artifact, the Earth Vein War Chariot.

It was five meters long, ten meters wide, and featured a divine stone seat at its center. Behind the seat stood the [Earth Emperor's Crown], another treasure-grade artifact.

Such specifications had only been used once before when Xuanyuan Qingtian cultivated the fifteenth-ranked Spirit Mountain, [Qingtian Mountain].

Now, Zhao Xing took his seat.

The cries of the Fire Phoenix and the Dragon's celestial hum echoed as they pulled the chariot forward.

The layered cloud paths unfolded, gliding alongside the grand avenue where Zhao Xing was situated, creating a seamless flow.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The cloud gate drums began to beat as musicians on either side performed a ceremonial dance.

Nothing obstructed Zhao Xing's view, allowing him to appreciate the sight freely.

Even the ceremonial officers escorting from the imperial court watched in awe.

Scenes like this were once-in-a-lifetime events.

The welcoming procession began at Dongshi County and circled Daoyuan Continent for a full three months before returning to Kun Yuan Academy.

The entire Daoyuan Continent knew that the unparalleled treasure, one of the sacred artifacts of the Shennong Office, the [Kun Yuan Divine Hoe], had returned to Kun Yuan Academy.

And the one who brought it back was none other than the Third-Rank Spirit Mountain Envoy and Marquis of Shenwei—Zhao Xing!

Yet, even upon arrival at the academy, it wasn't over.

The crowd awaiting him was even larger.

Xuanyuan Qingtian personally led the deans and vice deans of the five main academies, along with the scholars and lecturers—essentially every major figure that could attend—all standing before Kun Yuan Palace.

Although the artifact was classified as a sacred treasure of society, it was also a Shennong artifact, carrying extraordinary significance. Therefore, even Shennong experts from Shangluo Academy and Xuantian Academy had arrived in droves.

Leaders like Ling Tianchen of the Hou Transformation Sect, the scholar Zhang Tianxing, and Vice Dean Hu Yang were among the attendees.

From the Xuanlei Academy came Hengyuan and Geng Shouchang.

From Yunzhong Academy, Sima Yunhai and Lu Chunhua.

Even notable figures like Wang Tianzhi and Wang Xuanyi were present.

The density of Shennong experts was unprecedented.

"If a single Spark Star explosion went off right now, the Great Zhou would collapse within a century," Zhao Xing mused, an audacious thought flashing through his mind.

And wasn't it true? If this gathering were annihilated, high-rank Shennong practitioners would become extinct.

High-ranking cultivators would no longer be able to rely on lower-tier foods, and without high-rank Shennong cultivation, the balance of heaven and earth would destabilize. Within a century, the overall strength of other high-ranking professions would plummet.

"Li Tianning, when you took this disciple, did you ever envision today?" On a royal ship in the observation area, Princess You Ruo asked with a smile.

"Hahaha! Not even in my wildest dreams!" Li Tianning clasped his hands behind his back, his rare laughter filling the air.

Princess You Ruo leaned against him, while Ji Zixuan quietly shut the door behind them and left the room.

She moved to another chamber, where a group of artists was diligently capturing the scenes unfolding below.

"Senior Brother is truly the child of fortune!"

"Who would've thought?" Geng Shouchang and Hengyuan stood at a distance, observing. "When we first found him in the Canghai Cave-Heaven, we merely thought his talent was decent. Who knew he'd become such a prominent figure in the blink of an eye?"

Hengyuan nodded. "Back when we recruited him, wasn't he just at the Fifth-Rank realm? That was only twenty-seven years ago."

"Not only has he achieved so much, but he also retrieved the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe."

"Good thing Sima Yunhai didn't object. Otherwise, he'd be a sinner."

Nearby, Sima Yunhai's beard twitched at their words. "What nonsense are you spouting? Judge actions, not intentions. When it comes to teaching, Hengyuan, you had no part in it. At least I taught him the methods of the Cloud Gate!"

"Haha, my mistake. Forgive me, Brother Yunhai," Hengyuan chuckled.

Originally, Sima Yunhai had been furious with Li Tianning after the defection of Pang Yuanzhen from his sect and sought revenge. Yet, not only did he fail, but he eventually ended up aiding Zhao Xing instead.

Truly, the twists of fate were remarkable.

"Senior Brother, did you hear that?" Hu Yang turned to Zhang Tianxing. "It seems the Kun Yuan Academy is calling him the Holy Son?"

"I heard it. Isn't it absurd?" Zhang Tianxing scratched his head. "This is a public event! Kun Yuan Academy is shameless!"

"Agreed," Hu Yang said with a shrug. "They even brought out Xuanyuan Qingtian's ceremonial chariot.

"The Earth Emperor's Crown and Earth Vein War Chariot shouldn't even be used by a Holy Son from ancient times!"

"Shameless," Zhang Tianxing sneered bitterly. "Zhao Xing, of all people, wrote The Three Yin, Three Yang, and Six Qi Grand Zhou Celestial Theory at the Xuantian Academy's branch."

"Silence," Ling Tianchen glanced at the two men.

Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing immediately closed their mouths and switched to using voice transmissions to continue their conversation.

Ling Tianchen paid no further attention to the two but instead kept his gaze fixed on Zhao Xing.

He could sense that some kind of transformation had occurred within Zhao Xing.

Ling Tianchen, having cultivated the Hou Transformation Technique Wen of Change to a profound level, was highly sensitive to such shifts. He was certain that Zhao Xing had undergone an astonishing change.

"Could his mastery of the Hou Transformation Technique have elevated while he was at the Dragon Court?" Ling Tianchen mused. "It seems I'll have to invite him to Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven for a visit afterward."

However, it wouldn't be possible anytime soon. This moment belonged to Kunyuan Academy and its glory.

Whoever tried to pull Zhao Xing away now would find themselves at odds with everyone present!

"Luo, I bet you've never experienced this level of ceremony, have you?" King Tianyan asked with a laugh.

"Indeed, I haven't," King Luo shook his head. "His Majesty might as well have asked Ji Mengjun, the Six-Value Grand Dance Master, to perform here."

Although Ji Mengjun hadn't come in person, she was present as an observer. She even sent one of her disciples, a Fifth-Rank Dance Master, to participate in the ceremonial dance team.

But such pomp and circumstance couldn't simply be envied or replicated. Retrieving a divine artifact of symbolic significance wasn't something that could be achieved with mere power alone.

"Please, Spirit Mountain Envoy, proceed!"

Now at Kunyuan Academy, Meng Kun finally exercised restraint, no longer referring to Zhao Xing as the Holy Son.

If not Holy Son, he had to use Zhao Xing's grandest title associated with Kunyuan Academy—Spirit Mountain Envoy.

Previously, Zhao Xing held the position of an Assistant Director, but it paled in comparison to Spirit Mountain Envoy.

Zhao Xing rose and stepped down from the cloud ladder.

Shh-shh-shh-shh—

Countless eyes were fixed on him, each gaze filled with intense emotion, most of which belonged to top-tier cultivators given their proximity.

He was the center of attention!

For an ordinary person, their legs might have buckled under such pressure.

But Zhao Xing walked steadily, holding the Kunyuan Divine Hoe with unwavering focus as he advanced step by step to stand before Xuanyuan Qingtian.

"Spirit Mountain Envoy Zhao Xing greets the Dean!" Zhao Xing gave a slight bow, as he was still holding the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe.

Xuanyuan Qingtian, living up to his name, was an imposing figure, standing over two meters tall with a chiseled, resolute face that showed no signs of age. He was dressed in bright yellow Kunyuan ceremonial robes, a spiritual cap adorning his head, with a single hairpin piercing through it.

He asked in a thunderous voice, "Spirit Mountain Envoy Zhao Xing, what is it that you hold in your hands?"

Zhao Xing replied, "It is the sacred artifact of the land, the Kunyuan Divine Hoe!"

"What wondrous abilities does it possess to be called a sacred artifact?"

Zhao Xing boldly declared:

"It shifts the spiritual veins of the eight barrens and fills the waters of the four seas!"

"It moves the mountains of the nine heavens and unveils the essence of the earth!"

"Its powers reach the divine, and its uses are boundless!"

Xuanyuan Qingtian shook his sleeves and bowed deeply, proclaiming, "On behalf of Kunyuan Academy, I welcome the sacred artifact home!"

"Welcome the sacred artifact home!"

The dark mass of people immediately bowed toward the artifact.

Every Shennong present, regardless of whether they were affiliated with Kunyuan Academy or not, had tears brimming in their eyes at this moment.

Zhao Xing raised the Kunyuan Divine Hoe high, the artifact's radiant light enveloping him, making him appear like the living incarnation of the Earth Deity.

After three bows of reverence, the ceremony continued.

Xuanyuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing together held the Kunyuan Divine Hoe, preparing to demonstrate its power by relocating a Spirit Mountain on-site.

The number one Spirit Mountain in the world, Ling Mountain, and the second-ranked Azure Mountain were deemed unsuitable for the demonstration.

Instead, the chosen mountain was Qingtian Mountain, the fifteenth-ranked Spirit Mountain globally.

This mountain had been nurtured by Xuanyuan Qingtian himself and represented his life's work.

Qingtian Mountain stood ten thousand meters tall, its peaks sharp and imposing like a sword piercing the heavens.

After completing a series of intricate rituals, Xuanyuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing flew toward Qingtian Mountain together.

Countless Earth Mirrors broadcasted the scene live.

The elder and the younger gripped the Kun Yuan Divine Hoe together and swung it down.

The mountain shook, and in the next moment, golden light flashed.

The massive Spirit Mountain vanished entirely, leaving behind only a vast basin.

"Boom!"

The observing crowd erupted into thunderous applause.

"The power of the sacred artifact is terrifying beyond measure!"

"This is the legendary sacred artifact of the land!"

"It moves the mountains of the nine heavens and unveils the essence of the earth!"

"To witness the might of a sacred artifact in this lifetime—I can die without regret!"

"Whoa! That huge mountain just disappeared like that?"

"Brother, can you be a bit more cultured? You're making us martial artists look like all we do is yell 'whoa!'"

"Oh? Do you have a more refined take?"

"Well—never mind, the sacred artifact is awesome!"

Up above, Zhao Xing felt the Kunyuan Divine Hoe growing impossibly heavy, causing his hands to sink.

It was only with Xuanyuan Qingtian's timely support that Zhao Xing didn't fall along with the artifact.

At that moment, a miniature mountain peak shimmered on the blade of the hoe.

A Spirit Mountain of ten thousand meters—how heavy must it be?

No matter how powerful the artifact, Zhao Xing alone could never manage it.

Fortunately, Xuanyuan Qingtian bore most of the weight, allowing Zhao Xing to maintain his grip.

Xuanyuan Qingtian gave Zhao Xing a reassuring smile and, together, they raised the Divine Hoe and announced to the world: "The Kunyuan Divine Hoe is truly a sacred artifact!"

"Congratulations to the Great Zhou!"

"Congratulations to the Great Zhou!" the crowd roared in unison.

"Congratulations to the Shennong!"

"Congratulations to the Shennong!" came another cheer.

"Congratulations to the Marquis of Shenwei!"

"Congratulations to the Marquis of Shenwei!"

After three rounds of cheers, Xuanyuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing restored Qingtian Mountain to its original place.

The two then descended, carrying the Kunyuan Divine Hoe to the plaza outside the Earth Deity Shrine for a grand sacrificial ceremony.

The ceremony primarily involved recounting the artifact's deeds and legends, as well as narrating its history.

The Kunyuan Divine Hoe had not appeared in over three hundred thousand years!

The recorded history of the Great Zhou spanned only five hundred thousand years.

A legendary artifact, reappearing in reality and returning to Kunyuan Academy's hands, deserved every bit of fanfare.

The sacrificial rites lasted an entire month before the artifact was placed in the Earth Deity Shrine for enshrinement.

It would remain on display for visitors and pilgrims to observe for three full years before being sealed away, no longer accessible to the public.

Afterward, Zhao Xing would take charge of studying it. However, he would not be allowed to casually take the artifact with him.

Barring major projects or wars, the Kunyuan Divine Hoe would essentially remain unused.

As for taking it out of the country? That was utterly impossible!

Unless Zhao Xing becomes the Dean, invincible under the heavens.

The grand celebration began in July of the 20th year of the Great Governance Era and lasted until the beginning of the 21st year, finally coming to an end.

"Ah, I can finally take a breather," Zhao Xing exhaled deeply.

The celebration went on for over half a year, enveloping the entire Kunyuan Academy in a massive festive atmosphere.

Every day, a large number of people came to see the divine artifact, and just as many came specifically to see Zhao Xing.

At first, it was a bit exhilarating, but over time, it became unbearable.

Being treated like a national treasure every single day—who could withstand that?

Especially Meng Kun. His enthusiasm was so over-the-top it was as if he wanted to rush over and hug Zhao Xing for two kisses.

He came to see Zhao Xing every single day, even bringing guests along.

Although his words were full of polite niceties, in Zhao Xing's ears, they sounded more like:

"Look! This is the national treasure of our Kunyuan Academy, Zhao Xing, unearthed by me. Impressive, isn't it?"

Finally, as the initial excitement wore off a bit, Zhao Xing thought he could finally have some peace.

But then, instead of people, it was ghosts coming to visit.

In the middle of the night, Meng Kun brought ghosts knocking on his door!

Earthly officials from the Netherworld and numerous Divine Shennong of the Earth School manifested, all wanting to take a look at him.

This completely stunned Zhao Xing!

After those Shennong deities left, Zhao Xing quickly grabbed Meng Kun by the sleeve, "Dean, please, I beg you, don't bring them here anymore."

Meng Kun seemed a bit regretful. "Alright, there are actually a few more who want to see you, but... forget it, next time."

Only then did Zhao Xing finally breathe a genuine sigh of relief.

"Zhao Xing, come to think of it, I still haven't properly thanked you."

"Please accept my gratitude."

Meng Kun dusted off his sleeves and was about to bow deeply.

"Whoa, no, no, no, that's absolutely unnecessary!"

Zhao Xing was at a loss for words. Was the Dean really going to kneel?

Seeing Zhao Xing's insistence, Meng Kun had to change his deep bow into a lighter one.

"You have no idea. Bringing back the divine artifact this time helped me a lot!"

"You know, if this hadn't worked out, my position as Dean would've been talked out of existence by that foul-mouthed Qin Shanyue!"

Hearing that name, Zhao Xing thought for a moment, "The Vice Dean of the Xuan Earth Institute?"

"Who else could it be?" Meng Kun said indignantly. "This guy has been vying for my position for years. Every time he gets the chance, he publicly criticizes me."

"But now he has nothing to say. Whoever sees me now must praise me as a Dean with great vision!"

Zhao Xing couldn't help but chuckle, "The Dean indeed has great vision."

Old Meng's foresight was no joke. Back when Xuantian Academy initially wanted to appoint Zhao Xing to a mere preacher position, Meng Kun had the audacity to propose granting him the title of Ritual Studies Doctor instead, eventually making him the Academic Director of the Earth Treasury Institute.

Meng Kun even redirected some of his own resources for Zhao Xing's use. While Xuantian Academy was dealing with internal chaos, Kunyuan Academy remained calm.

Zhao Xing continued his usual visits to the Spirit Mountain region, contemplating the Earth Palace and observing the rhythm of the Earth Veins.

"The Earth School is indeed more approachable. Back in the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven, I received many resources from the Earthly Institute," Zhao Xing reflected.

"What are you thinking about?" Meng Kun asked.

"I was thinking, Dean, if you are seeking talent, I do have a few recommendations."

"Oh? Let's hear them," Meng Kun replied with curiosity.

"The Governor of Pingyuan in Tongming Prefecture, Chen Shijie, has extensive experience and exceptional talent in Earthly Law."

"He has restored the Earthly resources in Tongming Prefecture during the turbulent period of over twenty years."

"Tongming Prefecture, with its many rivers, hasn't experienced a single flood or earthquake during his tenure."

"Oh?" Meng Kun nodded thoughtfully. "I'll take a look someday."

"If the Dean is heading to Pinghai Province for an inspection, why not visit him along the way? I also know a few Military Shennong..."

After an entire night of discussion with Meng Kun, Zhao Xing planned to set off for the main academy of Xuantian Academy.

Currently, he held the position of a third-rank Spirit Mountain Envoy. Emperor Jing had instructed him to go to the Lingxu Blessed Land to select a Spirit Mountain for cultivation.

Zhao Xing had yet to study the Spirit Spiritual Mountain Techniques.

The concept of "mountains nourishing people, and people nourishing mountains" meant that once he started his cultivation in the Heavenly Luck stage, it wouldn't be easy to leave.

Moreover, his Hou Transformation Method could only be performed by his true self, so he needed to make all the necessary arrangements before entering the Blessed Land.

In any case, the Kunyuan Hoe wouldn't be his for another three years, so there was no rush to cultivate.

Daoyuan Continent, Qianqing Commandery.

In April of the 21st year of the Great Governance Era, Zhao Xing arrived in Qianqing Commandery.

This was the location of Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven, the place where the Hou Transformation Sect's legacy was passed down.

"Greetings, Dean," came a voice.

"Zhao Xing." Ling Tianchen's eyes sparkled as he remarked, "There seems to be a significant change about you. Did you gain something in the Dragon Court? Did you master the Fire Transformation?"

Zhao Xing had previously been cultivating the Fire Transformation. If he had made progress, he should have reached the level of the Wen Transformation.

However, Zhao Xing's next words left Ling Tianchen stunned.

"Dean, when I inherited the Dragon Emperor Codex in the Dragon Court, I comprehended a new Hou Transformation Method."

"Oh? What transformation is it?" Ling Tianchen asked, full of curiosity.

"I call it the Ancestral Dragon Transformation!"

The three words Ancestral Dragon Transformation immediately sent a jolt through Ling Tianchen's heart.

"Show me."

"Yes."

Zhao Xing shifted his form as golden clouds surged under his feet.

A dragon's shadow ascended spiraling upwards. As the process unfolded, the mist rapidly spread, and the dragon's body grew larger and larger.

"!"

As a dragon's roar echoed through the air, the golden mist dissipated, revealing a five-clawed golden dragon stretching thousands of miles across the sky.

"Roar—"

Ling Tianchen immediately transformed into a Wen Carp, his body rapidly enlarging.

Circling Zhao Xing like a fish swimming around a mountain, his eyes were filled with astonishment.

"The Ancestral Dragon Transformation—how many transformations have you mastered?" Ling Tianchen asked.

"In the Dragon Court, I could reach the ninth transformation, but in the outside world, it's only at the level of the eighth transformation," Zhao Xing explained. "That's because the Dragon Court's ancient rules of heaven and earth are more conducive to performing this method."

"You directly comprehended up to the eighth transformation? And within the Dragon Court, even the ninth transformation?"

"Yes."

Ling Tianchen couldn't help but exclaim, "This method directly points to the ultimate path. If you perfect it, it will undoubtedly become the strongest internal cultivation Hou Transformation Method!"

"Have you developed any Ancestral Dragon innate techniques?"

"I have, but only two so far."

"Which two?"

"The first is the Ancestral Dragon Roar. With the body of the Ancestral Dragon, it manifests a soundless roar. Using sound to delve into the Dao and master the rules of sound, it can break through any rule-bound domain," Zhao Xing explained.

When he dragged the Fuming Furnace out of the sea of flames, he relied on one of his innate secret abilities.

"The second innate secret ability is called the Power of the Ancestral Dragon."

"Even in perilous lands where no rules or principles can be applied and without using the essence of the Five Elements, I can easily lift three [Myriad Weight Mountains] with sheer strength."

Hearing this, Ling Tianchen's eyes practically sparkled with excitement.

"Lifting three [Myriad Weight Mountains] with pure strength?"

One must know that the [Myriad Weight Mountains] of the Earth School were ninth-ranked heavy weapons. Why were they categorized this way? It was because, like warships and the Tranquil Sea God's Needle, they were massive ninth-ranked divine armaments.

The materials used to forge a single [Ten-Thousand-Weight Mountain] could craft one hundred thousand ninth-ranked supreme individual weapons.

And that wasn't all—each [Ten-Thousand-Weight Mountain] had to be refined with the power of seven grade-seven or higher earth veins.

Transporting these mountains back then required activating the [Profound Earth Vessel].

These were not weapons for individual use.

Ling Tianchen, with his mastery of the [Wen Transformation], could also lift three [Myriad Weight Mountains] effortlessly.

However, his spell cultivation level was much higher than Zhao Xing's!

Yet Zhao Xing could lift three [Myriad Weight Mountains] at the eighth transformation with pure strength. That was simply terrifying!

"Come on, hit me!" Ling Tianchen said excitedly.

"Yes."

Zhao Xing didn't hesitate. With a flick of his dragon tail, he lashed directly at the creature.

Bang!

The form Ling Tianchen had taken was instantly sent flying tens of thousands of meters away.

It wasn't until after three breaths of time that Ling Tianchen managed to stabilize his form.

That strike earlier was a pure test of strength.

Ling Tianchen's [Wen Transformation] was already at its ultimate level, yet in terms of raw power, he was still inferior to Zhao Xing.

"Indeed impressive. If perfected, this could become the strongest ultimate transformation technique!" Ling Tianchen exclaimed, exhilarated even after being flung away.

The eighth transformation of the [Ancestral Dragon Transformation] could strike an ultimate-level transformation like his own. What sheer terror!

"Let's go a few more rounds!"

Ling Tianchen began sparring in mid-air with Zhao Xing.

After half an hour, the two finally stopped, both still eager for more.

"Dean, I plan to leave this technique in the Houbian Academy," Zhao Xing said. "Please assist me in perfecting it."

"You really can't stay in the Ten Thousand Transformations Cave-Heaven?" Ling Tianchen asked.

"His Majesty has appointed me as the Spirit Mountain Overseer. My true body must remain in the Lingxu Blessed Land," Zhao Xing explained. "But rest assured, Dean. I will send a batch of true dragon blood here every ten years."

He took out a box filled with liquid drawn from his transformation into the Ancestral Dragon.

"No need to send it that frequently," Ling Tianchen mused. "At present, not many in the Houbian Academy can cultivate this technique. Sending it every twenty years will suffice."

"Alright." Zhao Xing nodded.

In June, Zhao Xing's true body left the main academy, leaving behind two avatars.

One remained at the Houbian Academy, while the other fulfilled his duties as a Professor of Canonical Studies, using the opportunity to study other top-level Heavenly Timing Techniques.

After departing from Qianqing Commandery, Zhao Xing created several more avatars and sent them to different provinces.

His true body arrived at Shangluo Academy in July.

By August, Liu Tianning's true body had entered seclusion in secret, while his avatar continued to handle daily affairs.

By September, Zhao Xing returned to Kunyuan Commandery to begin studying the Spirit Mountain Technique, preparing for his upcoming position.

His teacher was none other than Xuanyuan Qingtian.

At that time, the two sat side by side beneath a pine tree atop the peak of the world's first Spirit Mountain.

Ahead of them lay a sea of clouds, with no peaks rising higher in sight.

"The pinnacle of heaven's essence and the elegance of rivers and mountains."

"The workings of heaven and earth are most vividly embodied in Spirit Mountains."

"The mountains nurture people, and people, in turn, nurture the mountains."

"The interplay between humanity and nature is one of mutual achievement."

"When I sense the workings of heaven and earth, their rhythms also shape my own."

"This is what is often referred to as, 'Heaven's fortune is my fortune.'"

Xuanyuan Qingtian spoke with a serene tone. "Regardless of the type of Spirit Mountain Technique, in the early stages, it is always the people nurturing the mountain. Do you understand, Chen'an?"

Zhao Xing nodded. "If you think of the mountain as a type of plant, it's easier to grasp. Once the Spirit Mountain matures, it can produce Spirit Mountain Fruits of Fortune."

"When the mountain grows a few zhang taller, the individual's fortune grows with it."

Xuanyuan Qingtian chuckled. "Exactly. You truly are a genius in explaining principles clearly and simply."

Zhao Xing asked, "Dean, how many times has this first Spirit Mountain yielded?"

The primary mountain, named Spirit Mountain, was known for nurturing peerless experts. Zhao Xing wanted to know how many had been born from its fruits.

Xuanyuan Qingtian pondered before answering. "To be considered peerless, one must have great fortune. Since recorded history, this Spirit Mountain has only yielded eighty-five times."

"Eighty-five times?" Based on 500,000 years of history, that would mean such an event occurred only once every few millennia.

The fortune-bearing period of a matured Spirit Mountain was incredibly long.

And usually, such mountains were shared by many people.

In comparison, it might be better to nurture a smaller mountain on one's own.

If everyone only enjoyed the fruits planted by their predecessors, Spirit Mountains across the world would eventually disappear—a concept contrary to the Spirit Mountain Sect's principles.

With this thought, Zhao Xing asked, "I've heard of a Sacred Mountain in the Southern Wilderness that connects heaven and earth. How many fortunes has it yielded?"

Xuanyuan Qingtian sighed. "It is said to have yielded over a thousand times."

Zhao Xing was momentarily stunned. That disparity was staggering.

Xuanyuan Qingtian said, "Do you know why I chose the name Qingtian?"

"I don't."

"It's a wish. My father was also an Earth School Shennong. His dream was to nurture the greatest mountain in the world—one greater than the Southern Wilderness Sacred Mountain."

Zhao Xing suddenly understood. The so-called greatest mountain in Great Zhou excluded the Sacred Mountain of the Southern Wilderness.

No wonder the Earth School had been so focused on suppressing the Southern Wilderness—they desired the true title of greatest mountain.

For the Shennongs of the Spirit Mountain Sect, their lifelong dream was to bring that Sacred Mountain into Great Zhou's fold.

If they couldn't transplant it, conquering the Southern Wilderness would suffice.

"The Spirit Mountain Techniques have no ultimate form. It is rumored that the ultimate Spirit Mountain Dao can only be found atop the Sacred Mountain of the Southern Wilderness," Xuanyuan Qingtian said with longing. "If you ever have the opportunity to go there, confirm the truth for me."

"Yes. I believe that day will come soon," Zhao Xing said firmly.

Time passed swiftly, and by the twenty-fourth year of the Great Governance Era, the Kunyuan Divine Hoe was no longer on display and had returned to Zhao Xing's hands.

For three years, he had studied the Spirit Mountain Technique with Xuanyuan Qingtian atop the Spirit Mountain.

Although the Spirit Mountain Technique had no ultimate form, it had dozens of top-tier methods.

The one Xuanyuan Qingtian taught Zhao Xing was the [Qingtian Spirit Mountain Technique].

According to him, the technique was conceptualized at the foundational and mid-level stages by his great-grandfather, verified by his grandfather, refined to the high-level stages by his father, and ultimately perfected by him, Xuanyuan Qingtian.

Four generations, spanning over three thousand years, were required to develop the [Qingtian Spirit Mountain Technique].

The verification and foundational construction alone took two generations and 1,600 years. Subsequently, over another 1,200 years, Xuanyuan Qingtian finally perfected it in his generation.

He achieved a top-tier, flawless mountain technique at the age of 400, which allowed him to become the Dean and earn Emperor Jing's reward of the Earth Sovereign Summit and the privilege of riding the Hou Tu Battle Chariot.

The Spirit Mountain he nurtured ranked fifteenth among the Spirit Mountains of the world.

This was no small feat, considering the number of renowned mountains from the past. To cultivate a Spirit Mountain and rise above so many predecessors was an extraordinary accomplishment.

"The first three levels of the [Qingtian Spirit Mountain Technique] are best combined with formation arrays."

"The shortest expectation is fifty years, while the longest has no definite limit."

"Theoretically, the [Qingtian Spirit Mountain Technique] has no upper layer limit and can grow indefinitely."

"However, in practice, Xuanyuan Qingtian himself only reached the eighteenth layer. Beyond that, no matter how he nurtured it, the Qingtian Mountain did not grow any further."

"Nurturing Fortune isn't just about one's personal fortune. Using the Spirit Mountain Technique to consolidate the Heavenly Luck Realm is far superior to martial artists' methods of constant conflict."

"It seems I'm in for a very long period of seclusion," Zhao Xing mused, standing aboard the [Profound Earth Vessel]. His thoughts wandered as a team of guards followed behind him. He was currently en route to the Lingxu Blessed Land.

Within the Lingxu Blessed Land were twenty-nine small Spirit Mountains, none exceeding 100 meters in height. However, the mountain ranges had been uniquely modified. Surrounded by water and enhanced with formation arrays to gather heaven and earth's spiritual energy, these mountains were ideal for nurturing.

Once a cultivator of the Heavenly Luck Realm arrived to nurture a mountain, the formation arrays would activate. When triggered, vast amounts of resources would flow into the area.

Thus, with Zhao Xing's true body now at the Heavenly Luck Realm and assuming a governmental position here, he could not easily leave. Otherwise, not only would a "young mountain" be wasted, but significant resources would also go to waste.

"Lord Gu, I'll choose this one, the mountain labeled twenty-nine," Zhao Xing said, selecting one among the lot.

"Very well. What name will you give it, Chen'an?" asked Gu Changqing.

"I want this mountain to stand as tall as the heavens. Let's call it Qitian Mountain," Zhao Xing declared.

"A mountain as tall as the heavens. What a great name," Gu Changqing praised.

In June of the twenty-fourth year of the Great Governance Era, Zhao Xing's true body began his long cultivation atop [Qitian Mountain].

As for his avatars, they each had their own tasks.

In July of the twenty-fifth year, Zhao Xing dispatched one avatar to Fengjing.

Emperor Jing had promised him the opportunity to select three treasures from the royal palace's internal treasury. Previously, he hadn't made his selection. Now, with some time on hand, he naturally went to take a look.

The royal palace's treasury was rich with treasures, all private collections of the royal family.

After careful browsing, Zhao Xing didn't find the rare treasure [One Dream to the World].

Reflecting on the matter later, Zhao Xing speculated that it might not be in the royal treasury. It was likely stored in the national treasury or still under research in an attempt to unlock its secrets.

As for the other treasures, Zhao Xing wasn't particularly interested. Emperor Jing was known for his frugality, hoarding the truly remarkable treasures. Zhao Xing had no interest in the average ones, so he casually selected two items to use as goodwill offerings.

Since he was in Fengjing once again, Zhao Xing also visited [True Lord Tianyang].

Additionally, he stopped by the Imperial Medical Academy.

"The Li Fuhan I saved back in the Ten Suns Cave-Heaven and the Wang Zhongjing I rescued during King Liang's rebellion have both entered the Imperial Medical Academy."

"In the eighteenth year of the Jingxin Era, Li Fuhan was merely an eighth-rank wandering physician. Now, he's a fifth-rank Inner Court Medicine Officer."

"As for Wang Zhongjing, whom I saved in the thirty-sixth year of the Jingxin Era, he was seventh-rank then and is now a sixth-rank Cold Physician. He still has much to learn."

Zhao Xing flipped through the records.

Practicing medicine was a slow path. As matters of life and death were involved, every step forward in rank was exceedingly strict.

Over decades, the promotion progress of these two was within the expected range.

Of course, this only referred to their official promotions. In terms of personal cultivation, both were exceptionally talented within the Imperial Medical Academy.

"Li Fuhan has entered the Upper Academy, while Wang Zhongjing remains in the Middle Academy."

"Their personalities are also entirely different."

Zhao Xing read through their descriptions.

Wang Zhongjing was warm, enthusiastic, and skilled in medicinal formulas.

Li Fuhan, on the other hand, was introverted, not good at interacting with peers, and excelled in acupuncture techniques.

"Time for an additional round of investment."

Zhao Xing adjusted his plans. Investments in such talents needed appropriate adjustments as well.

He closed the record book and summoned an Upper Academy administrator.

"This official is Zhang She, paying respects to the Marquis Shenwei."

"Zhang She, I've heard that the stipend for medical officers studying in the academy is quite low. Lower Academy members receive only six taels monthly, Middle Academy members receive sixty, and Upper Academy members receive six hundred. They're only provided with two meals a day?"

"Yes," Zhang She nodded. "These are the court's regulations."

Zhao Xing wasn't intending to change the system—he lacked the authority for that. He was merely using it as a pretext.

"I wish to make a private donation to reward a group of outstanding physicians, as an expression of gratitude for His Majesty's kindness."

Zhang She listened quietly. Zhao Xing wasn't the first to make donations of this kind. Over the years, others had done the same.

Particularly during the Great Governance Era, there had been a noticeable increase in donations from high-ranking officials and nobles. No one knew why.

"Draft a list of names, but these two must be included. Do you understand my intentions?"

"Yes, thank you, Marquis Shenwei."

Yuanxue Prefecture, Hundred Weapons Academy.

Inside a vast magma lake below the academy, by the nineteenth underground Earth Fire Forge.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

A series of intense hammering sounds echoed as Yue Lingzhi, shirtless, wielded a [Black-Iron Hammer], striking at a slab of material as large as a door.

His movements left afterimages in the air as fire-elemental energy gathered around him. Sixteen copper conduits surrounded the space, acting as ventilation channels to remove impurities, creating a unique, independent forging environment.

"Clang!"

With one final blow, the door-sized slab was reduced to the size of a palm.

"Huff... Huff..."

Yue Lingzhi's face flushed red as he ran out of the forging chamber into another shielded space, greedily inhaling fresh air. Sweat poured down his body like rain, and an intense hunger gnawed at him.

Just as he was about to wipe his sweat and grab something to eat, a hand extended through the barrier, holding a box.

"You're way too reckless! There's no need to hammer the [Blackfire Essence] so relentlessly. Every time you dive into the fire essence forging boundary, you're risking your life!" a familiar voice scolded.

Yue Lingzhi paused, stunned, before a wide grin spread across his face. "Marquis? You're here? Zhao Xing, is it really you?"

Zhao Xing smiled warmly. "I came to check on you, and the first thing I see is you nearly working yourself to death."

"Heh, this is all preparation for entering the [Divine Flame Forging Hall]. To forge within its depths, I need to endure for a long period," Yue Lingzhi explained, accepting the box but not eating immediately.

"Eat first; talk later," Zhao Xing instructed, pulling over a chair to sit down. His expression softened. "You've been sending me annual reports about your studies. I wanted to see how you're doing personally."

"I'm doing great!" Yue Lingzhi pounded his chest, his voice brimming with pride. "With your support, Marquis, I've already advanced to a fourth-rank [Fire Weapon Specialist]!"

Zhao Xing smiled faintly. Over the years, he had maintained contact with Yue Lingzhi, one of the earliest recipients of his support, and his funding had never ceased.

For Zhao Xing, the expenses were minor, but for Yue Lingzhi, they were immense sums.

In fact, Yue Lingzhi was the individual Zhao Xing had invested in the most heavily.

It couldn't be helped—Yue Lingzhi's line of work was inherently costly.

"What's with these injuries on your arm?" Zhao Xing's sharp gaze locked onto Yue Lingzhi as he grabbed the latter's wrist, exposing a partially healed scar. "You're using blood forging techniques? Are you trying to turn yourself into a weapon spirit?"

"No, no, Marquis! You misunderstood!" Yue Lingzhi waved his hands hastily. "This isn't a blood forging method but rather a step in the Fire Weapon Method, using blood to condense the weapon spirit."

Zhao Xing's expression stiffened. "That's still blood forging, isn't it?"

Seeing Yue Lingzhi ready to explain further, Zhao Xing interrupted him, his tone serious. "Don't even think about taking shortcuts. Sacrificing your blood essence will reduce your lifespan—it's a one-way road to ruin."

Blood forging methods were highly addictive. Each time, just a small portion of lifespan was traded for a significant breakthrough in weapon crafting—an irresistible temptation for many.

Zhao Xing was worried Yue Lingzhi would stray down this dangerous path. If the latter perished prematurely, all his investments would go to waste.

"Yes, Marquis, I understand." Yue Lingzhi swore earnestly, "I won't touch those forbidden methods!"

Pinghai Province, Yulu County, Music Hall.

A resonant hum of strings cut through the air as a purple guqin emitted a sword-like sound. Those who heard it felt transported to a battlefield, where the clash of weapons resounded.

Qin Qingqiu's fingers plucked the strings sharply, and a phantasmal squad of sword cultivators emerged on the plaza, charging towards the opposite end.

"!"

There, another musician sat playing, but as the illusory blades broke through his soundwave defenses, he panicked, his rhythm faltering.

"Crash!"

The musician was flung backward, his guqin shattered.

"Qin Qingqiu, victorious!" the grand musician declared, announcing the results of the Battle Musician selection.

"Well played," Qin Qingqiu bowed gracefully, cradling her guqin as she descended from the plaza.

Just as she was about to leave, a voice halted her.

"Qingqiu, wait."

"Teacher," Qin Qingqiu stopped immediately, her expression turning respectful.

"A distinguished individual has sent you a gift to celebrate your promotion to Fifth-Rank Battle Musician."

"A distinguished individual? I don't want it." Qin Qingqiu's face darkened as she shook her head, clearly wary.

"You won't even hear who it's from?" her teacher asked. "It's Zhao Xing, the Marquis of Shenwei."

"Zhao Xing?" Qin Qingqiu's expression shifted instantly, excitement flickering in her eyes. "Teacher, is he here? Did he come?"

"No, only the gift and a letter. Do you want them?"

"Yes, I want them!" she answered eagerly.

Pinghai Province, Anping Prefecture, Governor's Hall.

A spirited voice rang out within the hall, its speaker passionately delivering his argument:

"Our dynasty has stood for over 2,700 years, and Anping Prefecture alone houses over a million recognized Yin Gods of various ranks!"

"The number of ancestral temples and subsidiary shrines established is innumerable!"

"Let's not even discuss the extravagant costs of sacrifices. Just the land appropriated for temple construction amounts to an astronomical figure!"

"Governor, I believe we should submit a memorial to the court to implement the policy of abolishing ancestral temples and discarding shrines—"

"Enough, Wei Xuancheng! I don't want to hear you spouting nonsense!"

"But, Governor—"

"Get out! For the next three months, you are barred from participating in council discussions!"

"Ha! Ignorant officials! As if banning me from council sessions will solve anything! I'd rather forfeit my title than deal with this!"

With that, Wei Xuancheng tore off his official cap and flung it to the ground before storming out of the hall.

Outside, he nearly ran into a figure that seemed both unfamiliar and familiar.

"Zhao Xing?"

"Brother Wei." Zhao Xing removed his hat, revealing a faint smile.

"What brings you here?"

"I sensed you seemed troubled and came to share a drink with you. Do you have time?"

"Haha! Time? Of course, I do! You've come at the perfect time. Let's head to my residence!"

Xi'er County, Training Grounds.

"Listen up, everyone!" Liao Rulong barked. "The Southern Barbarians remain restless, constantly harassing our borders. Sooner or later, the Shenwei Army will have its chance to shine."

"You are all officers! Remember, a weak leader creates a weak army!"

"If you don't sweat today, you'll bleed tomorrow! Train harder—push yourselves!"

"Yes, sir!" came the thunderous reply.

Liao Rulong nodded in satisfaction before turning around, only to freeze in place.

"Liao Dutong, quite the impressive show of authority, I see~"

"Marquis!"

The sun rose and set, marking the passage of time. Zhao Xing had now cultivated atop Qitian Mountain for thirty-five years.

Under his influence, Qitian Mountain had grown from a mere hundred meters to a towering thousand meters.

One day, Zhao Xing opened his eyes, his gaze thoughtful as he looked at the sea of clouds before him.

"It's now the fifty-ninth year of the Great Governance Era. Next year will mark the transition to the Eternal Governance Period."

"My Karmic Soul senses a severance in one of my karmic threads."

Scenes flashed through Zhao Xing's mind—a blooming courtyard in spring, where an old man conjured clouds in his palm while a young boy gazed curiously at the three-foot lightning in his grasp.

Spring Equinox of the Great Governance Era.

Zhao Xing's avatar accompanied his family back to their hometown in Gucheng, Nanyang County, for a visit.

At the Xue residence, Zhao Xing was greeted by Xue Bai.

"A humble citizen greets the Marquis and Lord Zong." Xue Bai was about to kneel.

"No need for formalities." Zhao Xing waved his hand. "I heard the old Shennong's health hasn't been good, so Lord Zong and I came to visit. Please, don't stand on ceremony."

"Yes, please come in. Grandfather is basking in the sun in the courtyard." Xue Bai led Zhao Xing and Zong Shichang into the residence.

As people age, they seem to find great joy in sunbathing.

When Zhao Xing arrived, Xue Wenzhong was reclining in a chair under the locust tree, taking a nap.

One glance told Zhao Xing that Xue Wenzhong had aged considerably. His hair was completely white, and his skin bore deep wrinkles and liver spots.

The two did not disturb him, quietly standing in the veranda, waiting for Xue Wenzhong to wake naturally.

"The old Shennong retired honorably as an Eighth-Rank official in the fifteenth year of the Great Governance Era," Zong Shichang said softly. "Since then, he's spent his days growing flowers and caring for his great-grandchildren."

"His health and spirits were excellent until this year. He barely leaves home now and can't even cast minor spells anymore."

"How many times has the court extended his lifespan?" Zhao Xing asked.

"Four," Zong Shichang replied. "But as an Eighth-Rank official, each extension was modest."

"You know as well as I do, Marquis, the officialdom in Nanyang County has stagnated for years. There's no room for advancement."

"At 190 years old, his time is nearly up. I was about to send word to you, but you've come just in time—"

Zhao Xing nodded slightly. Without the nourishment of the dynasty's fortune, 200 years was the absolute limit for an Eighth-Rank official. Even then, few reached that age.

Xue Wenzhong's 190 years were due to the numerous life-extending treasures Zhao Xing had given him.

Ordinary Eighth-Rank officials, burdened with daily administrative duties, would rarely reach their theoretical lifespan.

The purges under Emperor Jing had come with a cost.

They sapped officials of their motivation to work. Advancement had always been difficult; during the Great Governance Era, it became nearly impossible.

"He's awake. Let's go to him."

The two approached Xue Wenzhong and crouched beside him.

"Old Shennong, open your eyes and see who's come to visit!" Zong Shichang called out softly by Xue Wenzhong's ear.

"Who... is it?" Xue Wenzhong opened his eyes.

Zhao Xing clasped the old man's hand. "Teacher."

A smile bloomed across Xue Wenzhong's face like a tide rolling in. "It's you, Chen'an. You've returned?"

"Yes." Zhao Xing's grip on his old teacher's hand tightened slightly, a wisp of vital energy flowing into Xue Wenzhong's body. "How are you feeling?"

Xue Wenzhong seemed more energetic, his complexion gaining a hint of color. "I'm well. I still eat and sleep fine, just a bit lazier these days, hahaha."

"How are you faring out there?"

"I'm doing well too," Zhao Xing replied with a smile.

Xue Wenzhong squeezed Zhao Xing's hand in return. "Don't waste your vital energy. I have no illness—just that my time has come."

Zhao Xing nodded lightly. "Do you have any last wishes?"

Xue Wenzhong nodded, then shook his head.

Zong Shichang grew anxious. "Old man, say it already! After all these years, must you still keep us guessing like you did in lectures?"

"Yes, Teacher. Don't leave us hanging this time," Zhao Xing added with a chuckle.

Xue Wenzhong chuckled and said, "Alright, alright, you lot have all grown some backbone, haven't you? No patience at all. Can't an old man catch his breath for a moment?"

Zong Shichang was at a loss for words. What he feared most was that Xue Wenzhong might take his last breath right then and there.

Xue Wenzhong smiled faintly, "In truth, you've already helped Xue Bai a great deal. He's not particularly accomplished himself, and all these years, he's never made much of a name for himself."

"I've already helped my grandson. Do I still need to concern myself with the wealth and fortunes of my great-grandson?"

"To be able to see the two of you before I go, I'm already content. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings to reap; let them be."

"I'm going back to sleep now. Don't bother me again."

Xue Wenzhong waved the two of them away.

Zhao Xing and Zong Shichang reluctantly left the courtyard.

Although Xue Wenzhong said nothing further, Zhao Xing still walked over to Xue Bai, who was waiting in the outer hall.

"What's his name?" Zhao Xing asked, glancing at the young boy standing next to Xue Bai.

Xue Bai immediately gave a nudge to the seven-year-old boy beside him. "Xue Ren, courtesy name Rong'er. Quickly, go pay respects to your Uncle-Grandfather."

Well then, Zhao Xing had officially ascended to the role of an elder.

After all, Xue Wenzhong was his mentor, Xue Bai was Xue Wenzhong's grandson, and it wasn't inappropriate for Xue Ren to address Zhao Xing as "Uncle-Grandfather."

"Uncle-Grandfather," Xue Ren said softly as he approached and knelt to kowtow.

Zhao Xing lifted him up with a gust of wind and nodded at him. "I'll find him a teacher to train at the Dao Academy as a Dao Student. How far he can go will depend on his own fortune."

"Thank you!" Xue Bai immediately knelt to the ground in gratitude.

A month later, during the Grain Rain period of the 59th year of the Great Governance era, Xue Wenzhong passed away.

In the 60th year of the Great Governance era, two more acquaintances passed on.

Fan Zhaoli, once the dean of the Earth Academy within the Ten Sun Cave-Heaven, died of old age.

Miyako Tennji, the master of the Myriad Form Earth Palace, also passed away. It was through the Myriad Form Earth Palace techniques that Zhao Xing had comprehended the "Swift Guard."

As some departed, others were born.

At the end of December in the 60th year of the Great Governance era, Emperor Jing gave birth to a daughter, naming her Ji Yingluo.

Ji Yingluo was deeply loved by Emperor Jing, perhaps even more so than Princess You Ruo.

She was granted the title of Princess Yingluo immediately after her birth.

In the Xuanyang Calendar, the 13th year of the 4417th epoch, Emperor Jing changed the reign title to Eternal Governance.

The birth of Princess Yingluo brought joy to many civil and military officials.

This was because the purges initiated by Emperor Jing concluded with her birth.

On the peak of Qitian Mountain, Zhao Xing opened his eyes upon hearing the news.

"Just like in the previous life, Princess Yingluo was born at this exact moment," Zhao Xing murmured.

Ordinarily, the birth of a princess wouldn't have stuck in Zhao Xing's mind.

But Ji Yingluo was different. She appeared to be favored by Emperor Jing from the moment she was born, as evidenced by her immediate title of princess.

She had been titled earlier than Princess You Ruo, who wasn't granted her title until three years after her birth.

"Ji Yingluo has another nickname—'The Millennium Princess.'"

"She lived for a full thousand years, even outliving Princess You Ruo."

"The reasons behind this, apart from the Yuan Qi tides during the Emperor Wu's era, also had to do with her becoming a core member of the Dao of Creation Academy."

Zhao Xing remembered her primarily because of her disturbing experiments within the Dao of Creation Academy.

She aimed to create an immortal army for the Emperor Wu, capturing many powerful beings and exotic beasts for her experiments. Together with the academy's eccentric physicians, she eventually developed a type of parasite called the 'Worm.'

The Worm was a dual-soul parasite. Once it inhabited a body, even if the host's soul was destroyed, it could still control the host's body in combat.

Even if the physical body was destroyed, the Worm could parasitize a ghost and continue fighting, sometimes even regenerating into a new form.

One of the key materials Ji Yingluo used to create the Worms was the Heavenly Soul Fruit from the Shangluo Academy!

Even the Worm Shamans of the Southern Barbarians were impressed by her ingenuity.

"It's a classic case of using barbarian techniques to defeat the barbarians," Zhao Xing recalled from his past life. The Worms were devastating against the Corpse Puppet Sect, who prized their perfect corpses for combat.

"But the research later spiraled out of control, even infecting their own forces, causing terrifying damage."

Zhao Xing shook his head. "Why is it that none of the royal princesses are ever normal?"

Starting from the first year of the Eternal Governance era, Emperor Jing became more prolific in having children. However, while princesses were announced to the public, the princes were kept secret.

"If I remember correctly, Emperor Jing had a total of seventeen offspring. Who knows how far along they are now?"

"Have any of the princes begun their inheritance trials yet?" Zhao Xing wondered.

But he didn't dwell on it too much, as he had completed all his preparations.

"The Emperor Wu will surely spend his childhood at the Eastern Sea's You Ruo Princess Residence."

"All I need to do now is wait patiently," Zhao Xing thought.

He closed his eyes and resumed cultivating.

His mind expanded endlessly, blending seamlessly with Qitian Mountain. Every grain of sand, every blade of grass, and every tree was under his control.

As the plants grew, they endured the cycles of wind and rain, spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

Gradually, Yuan Qi material was absorbed, and the mountain became increasingly solid.

By the 10th year of the Eternal Governance era, Qitian Mountain reached a height of over four thousand meters, and Zhao Xing had advanced to the mid-stage of the Heavenly Luck Realm.

By the 20th year, the mountain surpassed seven thousand meters, and Zhao Xing reached the late stage of the Heavenly Luck Realm.

By the 30th year, the mountain stood at 9,999 meters, unable to grow any taller. Zhao Xing reached the peak of the Heavenly Luck Realm, but he encountered a bottleneck. By then, everything on the mountain had withered, leaving desolation and drifting snowflakes.

Zhao Xing sat at the mountain's summit, completely covered by stone and snow, with only his eyes visible.

The Spiritual Mountain Technique nurtured Heavenly Luck, but there were no shortcuts. All he could do was endure patiently.

In the 46th year of the Eternal Governance era, in Bixian County of the Eastern Sea—

At the Princess Residence's Heavenly Horse North Garden.

Zhao Xing's avatar was gazing at the heavenly horses by the lake, lost in thought.

Since reaching a bottleneck in the Spiritual Mountain Technique, his thoughts had slowed, and his avatar's activities decreased. This version of himself often mirrored his main body, staring quietly at the lake.

"Chen'an, Chen'an, wake up." Suddenly, Zhao Xing felt someone tapping his shoulder.

"Who's calling me?" Zhao Xing's avatar gradually awakened, turning to look.

"It's me," said Liu Wanliang. As the Princess Residence's Manager, Liu Wanliang was Princess You Ruo's chief steward.

"Manager Liu," Zhao Xing quickly stood up. His gaze fell on the three- or four-year-old child beside Liu Wanliang, causing him to narrow his eyes slightly. "Manager Liu, who is this?"

The child imitated a formal salute towards Zhao Xing.

"A relative of mine," Liu Wanliang replied, holding the child's hand. "He'll be staying at the residence for a while."

"Oh, I see." Zhao Xing paid no mind to the child. "What brings you here, Manager?"

The child extended a small hand, pointing at Zhao Xing, and said in a soft, childish voice, "You're so rude! I just greeted you, and you didn't even return the gesture!"

Startled, Zhao Xing looked at the child again. Far away, his true self felt a ripple in his thoughts.

"My apologies," Zhao Xing straightened his clothes and returned the greeting. "My name is Zhao Xing. May I ask your name, young one?"

"Hmph, I'm mad now. I won't tell you!" With that, the child darted away.

His speed was astonishing, vanishing in the blink of an eye. Zhao Xing had no idea how the child moved so quickly.

He turned to Liu Wanliang, who smiled and said, "This relative's child doesn't have a proper name yet, but he has a nickname—'Little Pig.'"