nyslfriends Chapter 1831 Leisurely Time in the Courtyard!
Chapter 1831 Leisurely Time in the Courtyard!
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Just fifteen minutes after Cheng Huixiang began her cultivation journey—
"Buzz!"
On the west side of the backyard, a similar but slightly dimmer crimson light suddenly shone.
Sitting there was a girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old. She was dressed in a light blue dress, and there was a faint glow flowing between her eyebrows.
As the crimson light shone forth, a fainter aura, originating from the same source as Cheng Buzheng, emanated from it.
"Oh?" Cheng Ping'an's eyes lit up.
"It's Wenxuan, that child."
Cheng Buzheng's divine sense swept over the girl and instantly understood her identity—
Cheng Wenxuan, a member of the "Wen" generation, possesses the aptitude of four spiritual roots, but is not outstanding among the younger generation of the family.
According to seniority, she and Cheng Huixiang are four generations apart.
"To be able to cultivate in such a short time, it seems that Wenxuan has some talent in the field of spiritual perception."
Cheng Buzheng commented softly.
Cheng Ping'an nodded and said:
"My father had a discerning eye."
Although Wenxuan's spiritual root is ordinary, her soul has been stronger than that of her peers since childhood, and she has a remarkable aptitude for array formations and talismans.
While the two were talking.
The crimson aura surrounding Cheng Wenxuan has begun to recede.
The girl opened her eyes, her face showing an expression of unbelievable surprise.
She clearly hadn't expected to master this profound supernatural power so quickly.
With the precedents set by Cheng Huixiang and Cheng Wenxuan, the other young men in the backyard seemed to be encouraged.
The blood-vein fluctuations permeating the air became increasingly active, as if forming a special "field".
quickly!
Strange phenomena began to appear in the backyard one after another, like mushrooms after rain.
Half an hour later...
Two crimson lights simultaneously illuminated the northeast corner.
This time it was two boys of similar age, around seventeen or eighteen years old.
The two are brothers, named Cheng Chengwu and Cheng Chengwen respectively, both belonging to the "Cheng" generation.
Interestingly...
The two completed their cultivation of supernatural powers almost simultaneously, their crimson radiance reflecting each other and subtly resonating with one another.
"Interesting." A hint of interest flickered in Cheng Buzheng's eyes.
"It is an unexpected discovery that brothers of similar blood can actually help each other when cultivating this supernatural power."
Cheng Ping'an also showed a thoughtful expression:
"It seems that this supernatural power is more effective when practiced among clansmen who are closer in bloodline."
"If siblings born of the same parents were to cultivate together, perhaps the success rate could be greatly increased?"
"Yes, this point can be noted down and can be used as one of the key points for cultivating this supernatural power in the future."
Cheng Buzheng agreed.
The scene in the backyard over the next hour was truly spectacular.
Every fifteen minutes or so, one or more streaks of blood-red light would appear.
Some breakthroughs were achieved by individuals alone, while others were accomplished by two or three individuals simultaneously.
Under the crimson glow, the entire backyard seemed to be shrouded in a hazy crimson mist, with mysterious fluctuations rising and falling, weaving together a special melody of bloodline resonance.
Cheng Buzheng silently observed each of the juniors who had completed their cultivation, quickly analyzing the situation in his mind.
Cheng Renjie, a member of the "Ren" generation, took one hour and three quarters of an hour, which is above average.
Cheng Deming, a member of the "De" generation, completed the test in one hour and two quarters of an hour, indicating he has decent aptitude.
Cheng Lunwan, a gentle-looking girl from the "Lun" generation, actually completed the task in just one hour and a quarter of an hour, ranking second only to Cheng Huixiang and Cheng Wenxuan among all those who had mastered the skill.
"Wan'er, this child..."
Cheng Buzheng's gaze lingered on the girl for a moment.
"With a pure soul and clear mind, it's no wonder that he was able to cultivate this supernatural power so quickly."
It seems that one's temperament also influences the cultivation of this supernatural power.
Upon hearing this, Cheng Ping'an seemed to be deep in thought and said:
"What Father meant was that the purer one's mind is, the fewer distractions one has, the easier it is to perceive the river of blood?"
"Not bad." Cheng Buzheng nodded.
"The core of this supernatural power lies in 'sensing'."
When the mind is filled with distracting thoughts and the spirit is restless, it is naturally difficult to grasp that elusive bloodline connection.
Conversely, a mind as clear as a mirror easily reflects the traces of the long river of bloodlines.
He paused and added:
"However, this is only one of the reasons."
It is determined by common factors such as each person's constitution and blood concentration.
As the two hours drew to a close, the dozen or so young men in the backyard looked at each other, their eyes filled with excitement and pride.
To be able to master the supernatural power personally passed down by the ancestor is a great honor for any member of the Cheng family.
Moreover, they were among the first generation to master this supernatural power, making it even more significant.
now!
Only one person remained in the backyard, still meditating with their eyes closed.
He was a somewhat thin boy, about fourteen or fifteen years old, dressed in simple gray cloth.
Compared to his well-dressed peers, his attire appeared somewhat shabby.
The boy's brows were furrowed, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
It was clearly not an easy task.
"It's that child from the Primordial Era..."
Cheng Ping'an sighed softly, his tone tinged with complexity.
Cheng Buzheng looked at the last boy, scanned him with his divine sense, and instantly understood why Cheng Ping'an had reacted that way.
Cheng Benchu, whose generation name is "Ben", is one of the lowest-ranking members in the backyard.
More importantly, this child's spiritual root is a pseudo-spiritual root with all five elements, which is recognized as the worst aptitude in the cultivation world.
Moreover, his bloodline seems to be somewhat special—
Cheng Buzheng could sense that the connection between this child's bloodline and his own was extremely thin, so thin that it was almost imperceptible.
"His parents are..." Cheng Buzheng asked.
"She was born from an intermarriage between members of a collateral branch of the family."
Cheng Pingan explained,
"My father was Cheng Zhiyuan, whose generation name was 'Zhi', and my mother was a non-traditional hermit."
It is said that his mother suffered a severe injury while pregnant with him, resulting in his congenital deficiencies and mixed spiritual roots.
Cheng Buzheng remained silent for a moment, then slowly said:
“Thin bloodline, mixed spiritual roots, congenital deficiencies… It’s already remarkable that this child has come this far.”
He could sense that the spiritual energy within Cheng Benchu's body was circulating rather sluggishly, clearly a sign of an unstable foundation.
Under such conditions, the difficulty of cultivating the [Ancestral Mark] is unimaginable.
If it weren't for this child's good comprehension...
It's estimated that Ping An wouldn't bring the child to him.
In the backyard, the young men who had completed their training also noticed Cheng Benchu's situation.
Some people looked sympathetic, while others looked indifferent.
Some people also subtly revealed a sense of superiority.
But everyone tacitly remained silent and did not make a sound.
This is a rule taught in the family—
Do not disturb others when they are cultivating.
Time ticked by, second by second...
The two-hour deadline is fast approaching.
Cheng Benchu's face grew paler and paler, and his body began to tremble slightly.
The spiritual energy around him became chaotic, and the crimson light appeared and disappeared intermittently, as if it might dissipate at any moment.
"Are you going to fail?"
Some young men secretly thought to themselves.
"As expected, a pseudo-spiritual root is just a pseudo-spiritual root..."
Some people shook their heads inwardly.
Just when everyone thought Cheng Benchu was about to fail—
The boy suddenly bit his tongue, spitting out a mouthful of blood that turned into a blood mist that enveloped his entire body.
At the same time, he rapidly formed hand seals, forcibly activating all the power within his body in a manner that bordered on self-harm.
"No!"
Cheng Ping'an's expression changed, and he was about to intervene.
Forcibly burning one's essence and blood to cultivate will at least damage one's foundation, and at worst, destroy one's cultivation!
But Cheng Buzheng raised his hand to stop him.
"and many more."
Cheng Buzheng stared intently at Cheng Benchu, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
Driven by his essence and blood, Cheng Benchu's already faint crimson glow suddenly intensified.
But this radiance was different from the others; it was not pure bright red, but rather had faint golden patterns.
Even more surprisingly, the faint phantom that appeared behind Cheng Benchu was not Cheng Buzheng's appearance, but a blurry female figure.
The figure flashed by so quickly that it was almost imperceptible, but both Cheng Buzheng and Cheng Ping'an keenly caught it.
"This is……"
Cheng Ping'an's pupils contracted slightly.
Cheng Buzheng remained silent for a moment, then slowly said:
"The bloodline across generations is manifested."
It seems that his mother's ancestors included some extraordinary figures.
In the world of cultivation, some special bloodlines lie dormant for several or even dozens of generations before suddenly manifesting in a particular descendant.
The unusual phenomena that appeared on Cheng Benchu's body clearly belong to this category.
The moment the woman's illusory figure appeared, the crimson aura surrounding Cheng Benchu completely stabilized.
Although it was much dimmer and its fluctuations were much weaker than others, it was indeed a sign of entering the cultivation of the [Ancestral Mark].
"call--"
The boy let out a long sigh and slowly opened his eyes.
His face was as pale as paper, and his breath was weak, but his eyes shone with an unprecedented light.
It became.
At the last moment, he finally succeeded.
So far!
All twenty-seven young disciples in the backyard have cultivated the [Ancestral Mark].
Cheng Buzheng looked around, his gaze sweeping over every young face.
With a genius like Cheng Huixiang,
With individuals like Cheng Wenxuan possessing extraordinary spiritual abilities,
With compatriots like Cheng Chengwu and Cheng Chengwen helping each other,
With someone as clear-headed as Cheng Lunwan,
There are also people with strong will like Cheng Benchu.
Each person, in their own way, has successfully locked onto the ancestral bloodline factors within the river of bloodlines.
"very good."
Cheng Buzheng spoke slowly, his voice soft yet clearly reaching everyone's ears.
"Within two hours, everyone had mastered this supernatural power."
This means that each of you has your own unique qualities.
He paused and continued:
"In the path of cultivation, spiritual roots are certainly important, but they are by no means everything."
Comprehension, temperament, willpower, opportunity... each one is indispensable.
The fact that you have mastered this supernatural power today proves that you possess extraordinary abilities in some aspect.
"But remember, never become arrogant or complacent because of this."
The introduction to supernatural powers is just the beginning. How far you can go on this path depends on your own efforts and destiny.
All the young men bowed in unison:
"Follow the teachings of our ancestors!"
Cheng Buzheng nodded and said to Cheng Ping'an:
“Ping An, let them rest for half a day.”
Tomorrow I will teach you the advanced methods for using this supernatural power.
"Yes, father."
Cheng Ping'an responded respectfully.
Cheng Buzheng's figure slowly faded away, eventually disappearing into the backyard.
After the patriarch left, Cheng Ping'an turned to the young disciples, a gentle smile on his face:
"You all did a great job."
I should go back and properly regulate my breathing today to consolidate my cultivation.
We shall meet again at this place at this time tomorrow.
"Yes, Patriarch (Great-Grandfather)!"
Everyone responded in unison.
The young men left one after another, each with an excited expression on their face.
They walked in twos and threes, discussing their insights from the cultivation they had just gained and exchanging the sights of the bloodline river they had witnessed.
Cheng Huixiang was walking at the back, and just as she was about to leave, Cheng Ping'an called her back.
"Xiang'er, wait a moment."
Cheng Huixiang stopped, turned around, and said respectfully:
"What's the master's order?"
Cheng Ping'an walked up to him and took out a jade slip and a small jade bottle from his robes:
"This jade slip contains some of my cultivation insights, which may be of some help to you."
Cheng Huixiang was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you for the reward, Patriarch!"
"This is what you deserve."
Cheng Pingan patted him on the shoulder and said meaningfully,
"Cultivate diligently and do not waste this talent."
"Yes!"
Watching Cheng Huixiang's departing figure, a complex look flashed in Cheng Ping'an's eyes.
He knew that from this day forward, this originally unremarkable disciple with three spiritual roots would embark on a completely different path in life.
And this was simply because he displayed exceptional comprehension.
"Father is right..." Cheng Ping'an sighed inwardly.
"The cultivation world places too much emphasis on spiritual roots, but neglects the importance of other qualities."
These seventeen children today are the best proof.
He turned and looked in the direction where Cheng Buzheng had disappeared, and bowed deeply.
If her father hadn't broken through to the Nascent Soul stage and realized the importance of comprehension, a genius like Cheng Huixiang might never have been truly valued by her family throughout her life.
And this may be where the Cheng family's future hope lies.
After all the young men had left, the backyard returned to tranquility.
The afterglow of the setting sun spilled onto the bluestone slabs, turning the entire courtyard golden.
A gentle breeze rustled through the old locust tree in the corner, as if it were telling a story.
In a quiet room deep within the courtyard, Cheng Buzheng sat cross-legged, his divine sense encompassing the entire city.
He could "see" Cheng Huixiang eagerly studying the jade slip after returning to her residence;
You can "see" Cheng Wenxuan excitedly exchanging her day's experiences with her peers;
They could "see" Cheng Benchu take the healing pills and grit his teeth to regulate his breathing;
They could also "see" other young people who were not selected for this training, some envious, some motivated, and some dejected...
All the myriad aspects of life are on full display.
"The seeds have been sown."
Cheng Buzheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze sparkling like stars.
"Next, we'll see what kind of fruit they produce."
He looked out at the night sky, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
A speechless night!
···
The next day, early morning!
Deep within the city of Ping'an, in the backyard of that small courtyard...
After Cheng Buzheng finished explaining the methods for advancing and using the [Ancestral Mark] supernatural power, his gaze turned to Cheng Ping'an, and he said with a smile:
"Now that these little ones have successfully mastered this divine ability, let them continue cultivating the other 'gift' I have prepared for them!"
While talking.
With a flick of his wrist, a jade slip appeared in his palm. He then waved his hand, and a stream of light flew down to Cheng Ping'an.
Suddenly, Cheng Buzheng seemed to remember something.
His gaze immediately fell on Cheng Ping'an, and he said:
"By the way, Ping An!"
"Did you bring everything I asked you to retrieve from the treasure vault yesterday?"
"···"
...(End of this chapter)