nyslfriends Chapter 1839 Appearing for the Assessment!
Chapter 1839 Appearing for the Assessment!
at the same time!
Deep within the city of Ping'an, in a small courtyard that appears ordinary but is actually the core of a secret realm, brimming with spiritual energy.
In the quiet room, on the cloud bed.
Cheng Buzheng closed his eyes slightly, his body enveloped in a hazy, pale blue halo.
The halo was not static, but flowed and breathed slowly like a living thing. Each flow seemed to subtly resonate with a grand rhythm outside the quiet room and in the secret realm.
A mysterious aura, indescribable and profound, emanated from him; it was the faint light of laws, the traces of the manifestation of the Great Dao.
What he is trying to comprehend is the "Law of Wood" that is most compatible with him.
suddenly!
The stable and profound fluctuations of law around him paused slightly, then surged back like a tide, disappearing completely into his body without leaving a trace.
The surging spiritual pressure and Daoist aura in the quiet room subsided instantly, restoring its former tranquility.
The next moment, his long-lowered eyelids suddenly lifted.
A pure and profound cyan light flashed and disappeared in his eyes.
Like the vitality bursting forth when the first new bud breaks through the soil in early spring,
It is also like the brilliance of time that has settled deep within the rings of an ancient tree.
As the eyes opened and closed, the quiet room seemed to light up for a moment, and then all the strange phenomena returned to normal.
"really……"
Cheng Buzheng muttered to himself silently, a satisfied smile curving his lips.
"After mastering the Law of Wood, with my current spiritual strength and comprehension, it will be much smoother to comprehend its subsequent changes and deeper essence."
In just three days of quiet meditation, he actually managed to comprehend the essence of a rather complex law.
A very fruitful harvest.
He moved slightly, feeling a faint weariness emanating from the depths of his mind.
"Unfortunately, continuous high-intensity comprehension of the laws has taken a considerable toll on the mind and spirit."
Continuing to push too hard will actually decrease efficiency.
That's enough for now.
Judging by the time, the agreed-upon testing period with those younger generation is almost here.
"This is a good opportunity to change my mindset and see how the next generation of the Cheng family is growing."
Thinking of this,
Cheng Buzheng stood up, his black Taoist robe fluttering without wind, falling silently without being stained by dust.
He calmly stepped off the cloud bed, pushed open the rustic wooden door of the quiet room, and entered the small courtyard bathed in the soft sunlight of the secret realm.
There was no earth-shattering momentum, no space-tearing fluctuations.
Cheng Buzheng merely raised his head slightly, his gaze seemingly piercing through the courtyard's walls, reaching the bloodline descendants gathered in front of the spirit herb garden outside the city.
next moment,
His figure flickered, rippling gently like water, before completely blending into the surrounding environment and disappearing from sight.
Only faint ripples remained in the space, which quickly subsided.
It was as if no one had ever stopped here.
Outside the city, in front of the No. 1 Spirit Herb Garden, before the five-colored light curtain.
Just as Cheng Ping'an was about to inquire in detail about the specifics of Cheng Huixiang and the others' mastery of supernatural powers, he suddenly sensed something and abruptly looked up towards the center of Ping'an City.
It wasn't just him,
All the cultivators present, including those little guys who were just trying to "pretend to be serious," subconsciously held their breath.
There were no violent fluctuations of spiritual energy in the world, nor was there any oppressive force descending.
But in everyone's perception, it seemed as if a pair of eyes that encompassed heaven and earth were slowly opening invisibly, calmly watching over this place.
An indescribable sense of awe, stemming from the level of life and the origin of the soul, quietly arises in everyone's heart.
Then,
On the open ground not far from Cheng Ping'an, the air rippled gently like a pebble thrown into a calm lake.
Ripples at the center...
A figure dressed in a simple blue Taoist robe, with a slightly thin build and a handsome face, quietly emerged from the void.
He stood there, seemingly in harmony with the surrounding spiritual fields, the light curtain, and the distant mountains.
Even the entire secret realm merged into one.
It is harmonious and natural, without any sense of abruptness.
If one did not witness his appearance firsthand, one might mistakenly believe that he had been standing there all along, but no one noticed.
The newcomer was none other than the pillar supporting the heavens of the Cheng Clan Immortal Clan—
Cheng Buzheng!
Cheng Huixiang and the other cultivators did not hesitate and immediately bowed deeply with the utmost respect:
"We juniors respectfully welcome the Venerable Ancestor!"
The voices were perfectly synchronized.
The echoes reverberated above the silent sacred field, carrying with them heartfelt respect and excitement.
See it!
Cheng Buzheng reached out and flicked his hand...
The sleeves of the robe moved without wind, emanating a gentle yet overwhelming, invisible force.
Like the softest wisps of cloud, it steadily helped Cheng Ping'an and the other bowing descendants of the Cheng Clan to their feet, without revealing a trace of worldly warmth.
Immediately.
His gentle, jade-like eyes, seemingly capable of seeing through the subtlest details, slowly swept across the entire room.
Finally, a hint of expectation, almost imperceptible, settled on those few figures standing at the very front, trying their best to straighten their small bodies.
Cheng Buzheng smiled and said:
Are the little ones all ready?
Her clear voice, though not loud, reached everyone's ears clearly.
Hear the words.
Cheng Qing'er, Cheng Benhai... and the other little ones' eyes lit up instantly, their chests puffed out, and they answered in clear, crisp voices:
"Ancestor, we are all ready!"
"Don't worry, Ancestor, we have been cultivating diligently these past few days and will not let you down!"
"Yes, yes, we're just waiting for the Ancestor to test us!"
The children chattered amongst themselves, their innocent voices echoing in the open space.
A tension mingled with barely suppressed excitement.
See this scene.
The gentleness in Cheng Buzheng's eyes deepened, and the smile on his lips widened as he nodded.
"it is good!"
"Then let me see just how much skill you've acquired in your training these past few days."
The voice has not fallen,
His thoughts stirred slightly, but he neither made any hand seals nor heard any incantations.
next moment--
The light and shadow distorted in the center of the open space, and the air emitted a dull hum.
A colossal creature appeared out of nowhere, crashing heavily to the ground and stirring up dust.
This beast resembles a lion, but is even more ferocious. Its body is covered with palm-sized, dark blue scales that shimmer with an eerie light. Bone spikes protrude from its joints, and its four claws are like hooks, deeply embedded in the hard ground.
What is most striking is the faint, crackling arcs of lightning that flicker around its head.
It is a first-tier high-grade demonic beast—the Lionscale Beast!
As soon as this beast appeared, a fierce aura, mixed with blood and violence, surged and spread like a tangible tide.
It shook its enormous head, its blood-red eyes momentarily blank before locking onto the few tiny figures with "weak" auras not far ahead.
A low, threatening "woof" sound came from its throat, and saliva dripped down its sharp, white teeth.
"what!"
The little ones, overwhelmed by the murderous aura and meeting those blood-red, irrational eyes filled only with a lust for slaughter, gasped in unison, their faces turning deathly pale.
I instinctively took a few steps back.
A hint of fear uncontrollably crept into his eyes.
The air solidified instantly.
However, unexpectedly...
These children, the oldest being only twelve or thirteen years old, were pale and their fingers trembled slightly, yet none of them turned and ran away.
Instead, almost simultaneously, they gripped their respective magical implements—swords, rulers, or rings—tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force.
Subtle fluctuations of spiritual energy began to rise unstablely from their bodies.
at this time--
Cheng Buzheng's still gentle voice, which seemed to have the power to calm the mind, rang out again, breaking the suffocating oppression:
"Not bad, it's holding up fairly well."
"So...who should start next?"
His gaze swept calmly over the children.
Hearing this,
The little ones' bright black eyes darted around, looking at each other.
After the excitement subsided, hesitation and instinctive fear emerged when facing the ferocious beast.
Cheng Qing'er bit her lower lip, Cheng Benhai's Adam's apple bobbed, and the others also looked hesitant.
Only Cheng Benchu, standing to the side and dressed in the simplest clothes, quickly showed a determination far beyond his years after his initial fear.
He took a deep breath, as if making a firm decision, and took a sudden step forward. His voice wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear:
"Ancestor! Great-grandfather!"
Let's start from the beginning!
The boy was not yet tall enough, but now that he straightened his back, he had a bit of the air of a young pine tree.
A barely perceptible hint of approval flashed in Cheng Buzheng's eyes, but his face remained expressionless as he simply nodded.
"can."
The words fell,
He pointed his fingers like a sword and casually tapped the restless, growling lion-scaled beast, which was already poised to pounce.
"Om-"
With a soft cry, the space around the lion-scaled beast rippled slightly, and a semi-transparent light screen, flowing with complex and mysterious runes, appeared out of thin air.
Like an overturned giant bowl, it enveloped the demonic beast.
The light barrier appeared thin, yet it exuded an aura of unbreakable stability, clearly isolating the spiritual energy fluctuations inside and outside.
Some of the young tribesmen watching whispered.
"What a brilliant restriction!"
This is enough to isolate the aftershocks of a first-tier demonic beast.
Cheng Ping'an looked at the increasingly agitated lion-scaled beast in the light screen, which was constantly pawing at the ground with its claws. His worry deepened, and he couldn't help but speak:
"Chu'er, you must be careful!"
Don't be reckless!
Cheng Benchu turned around and gave his great-grandfather, whose face was full of concern, a forced, relaxed smile:
"Grandpa, don't worry, I understand."
Immediately,
Without further hesitation, he turned around, took a step, and resolutely stepped into the light curtain.
The light screen rippled like water, engulfing him.
The place fell silent instantly, both inside and outside the stadium.
All eyes, whether filled with worry, expectation, scrutiny, or curiosity, are focused on that transparent "cage".
Cheng Ping'an took a half-step forward almost subconsciously, his golden core slightly rotating, his spiritual power gathering momentum.
"Safety."
Cheng Buzheng's voice rang out calmly, carrying an undeniable composure.
"I am still here."
Just five words, yet they act as a stabilizing force.
Cheng Ping'an snapped back to reality, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face, and bowed, saying:
"Father, please forgive me. I lost my composure."
Only then did he realize what kind of being was standing before him.
Let alone a mere first-tier demon beast, even if the sky were to collapse, as long as Father is here, it won't harm Chu'er in the slightest.
"It doesn't matter."
Cheng Buzheng's gaze was already fixed on the arena, and he said no more.
the other side,
The group of younger generation, led by Cheng Huixiang and Cheng Zhifa, were completely relieved to see their ancestor speak. They began to whisper among themselves, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
"Zhifa, what do you think of this kid, Benchu? Is he up to the task?"
Cheng Huixiang stroked her chin, looking quite interested.
Cheng Zhifa, with his handsome features, smiled:
"In terms of cultivation, a Qi Refining Level 4 cultivator facing a Tier 1 High-Grade Lion-Scaled Beast is a near-certain death situation."
But those two techniques that the patriarch passed down the other day...
"Tsk tsk, if one has sufficient comprehension and uses it properly, fighting across levels is not impossible."
"That's what it says,"
The other, more composed-looking young man, Cheng Luncheng, shook his head slightly.
"Benchu is still young. How can the 'sparring' in the clan school be compared with the life-and-death struggle against ferocious beasts?"
The Lionscale Beast's scales are sturdy, making it difficult to damage with ordinary low-grade magic weapons. Furthermore, it possesses innate lightning magic abilities, making it swift and violent.
It remains to be seen how much of his original strength he will be able to unleash.
"Brother Bencheng is absolutely right,"
Cheng Huixiang nodded in agreement.
“The mindset when facing an enemy is often more important than the cultivation methods.”
"Look at Benchu, his face was so tense when he went in; he must have been really nervous."
"After all, this is the first time..."
While the young people were analyzing the situation...
the other side!
Cheng Qing'er, Cheng Benhai, and the other little ones huddled together, their faces filled with tension and worry.
"Sister Qing'er, Xiao Chu... he'll be alright, won't he?"
A little girl with her hair in two buns, her voice trembling, clutched Cheng Qing'er's sleeve.
Cheng Benhai tried to puff out his chest, attempting to appear calm:
"Yes, it can definitely work!"
Otherwise, how could he dare to be the first to step up?
"It's like...like when the teacher checks homework, and Sister Qing'er hasn't prepared well, would she dare to raise her hand?"
His analogy only made Cheng Qing'er react like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, her big, watery eyes widening in surprise:
Cheng Benhai!
You're the one who doesn't do your homework!
I...I forgot that time!
"Yes, yes, Qing'er just forgot occasionally. Auntie's ruler hurts a lot..."
Another little one instinctively chimed in, but was immediately frightened by Cheng Qing'er's murderous gaze and shrank back.
Cheng Benhai scratched his head, puzzled as to why Qing'er had suddenly become angry, and muttered to himself:
"Father is right, you can't fathom a girl's thoughts."
And it doesn't discriminate based on age.
Cheng Qing'er snorted, her attention quickly returning to the arena. She clenched her little fists, both to encourage herself and her teammates.
"What Xiao Hai said... may not be pleasant to hear, but since Xiao Chu dared to stand up, she must be confident!"
Let's watch closely, and when it's our turn, we can't let ourselves be embarrassed!
"Ok!"
The little ones nodded emphatically, their eyes fixed on the slightly thin figure on the light screen.
Inside the light curtain.
The moment Cheng Benchu stepped inside, he felt a sudden stillness around him. The discussions and concerns from the outside world seemed to vanish instantly, leaving only the sound of his own slightly rapid breathing.
And the heavy breathing and growling of the enormous creature opposite.
The strong, fishy smell mixed with the violent, malevolent aura, creating an invisible pressure that weighed heavily on his heart.
He could almost see the scorching breath emanating from the lion-scaled beast's nostrils and feel the pure and cold killing intent in its blood-red eyes.
The intense sense of crisis was like ice water poured over his head, making his hair stand on end and his heart pound wildly, almost bursting out of his chest.
He knew...
This is not a sparring match performed in a clan school.
This is a real monster; it bleeds!
They will...eat people.
...(End of this chapter)