Chapter 412 - 187: Returning Home in Glory, Noble Clans, The Dream of Millet Porridge Must End, I Enjoy Cultivating in Dreams

Chapter 412: Chapter 187: Returning Home in Glory, Noble Clans, The Dream of Millet Porridge Must End, I Enjoy Cultivating in Dreams

"Follow me..."

He stepped out of the Mansion Courtyard with Pei Daoran.

Bypassing any and all procedures, the Dean led Ji Xiu directly into the depths of the Mansion Courtyard.

The area resembled the heart of a valley. At its center stood a colossal, ancient, and peculiar stone that emitted a shimmering glow.

Stone walls encircled the peculiar rock, and set into them at intervals of about ten feet was a series of ’stone doors’—more than a dozen in total, by his estimation.

"What Daoist Technique do you wish to cultivate?"

Pei Daoran didn’t ask about the origins of Ji Xiu’s Daoist Technique. He cut straight to the chase.

"I need to cultivate a Fire Attribute Dao Technique."

Ji Xiu replied without hesitation.

Pei Daoran then led him to a stone door that radiated a faint heat. Seeing a sign with the word "Reserved" posted on it, his brow furrowed.

But the next moment, the Dean ripped the sign down, opened the stone door, and gestured inside.

"There. Go on in."

With that said, Pei Daoran prepared to leave in a hurry. But seeing the note the Dean had just torn down, Ji Xiu was taken aback.

"Lord Dean, this Divine Soul Cultivation Room was already reserved. If I just take it like this, isn’t that a bit...?"

Pei Daoran stopped at his words and waved a dismissive hand.

"You’re one of the five Leaders of the Mansion Courtyard and a student of a Martial Saint. Of course you have privileges."

"Just focus on your Cultivation. Don’t worry about trivial matters like this. I’ll take care of it."

With that, his figure departed in a rush. It was clear he was genuinely busy, but a single word from Xu Longxiang had forced the Dean to swallow his objections and comply.

Ji Xiu watched in silence.

This was the advantage of power.

’Might makes right!’

So-called identity, status, Prefecture Officials, Fiefdoms, Marquises...

While one needed to earn merit and receive a decree from the Profound Court to attain them...

In the end, if your own skills weren’t formidable enough, ruthless enough...

...you simply weren’t fated to have them in this lifetime!

Ji Xiu lowered his gaze, gaining a truly practical understanding of just how much weight the words of a Martial Saint carried.

He then turned and stepped into the Divine Soul Cultivation Room.

The moment he entered, a Qi Charm perfectly suited to the Divine Talisman Fire permeated his entire being. It immediately caused the Divine Talisman Fire Seed planted in his Mud Ball Palace to manifest, flickering into existence like a tiny spark.

The Profound Mystery of a Daoist Technique was akin to nurturing an "embryonic seed" from nothingness.

This seed had to take root, sprout, and grow strong until it became a towering tree...

Only then would the Cultivation of that Daoist Technique be considered to have reached Perfection, granting immense power and condensing a "Daoist Seed."

This was the nature of Daoist Techniques cultivated by a Daoist High Merit.

A formidable Daoist could even study several, or even dozens, of mutually reinforcing and countering Daoist Skills and Daoist Techniques at the same time. They would cultivate them to Perfection one by one, branding each "Daoist Seed" into their Purple Mansion. By achieving a harmony of Dragon and Tiger, they could become invincible among those at the same level.

Such was Divine Soul Cultivation, and the unfathomable nature of Immortal Skills.

As long as the Magical Power drawn from Heaven and Earth by the "Daoist Seeds" branded in the Purple Mansion wasn’t depleted in a short time, their power would be inexhaustible—no different from a Martial Artist’s Qi and Blood or Qi Sea.

At this moment.

[The Tutor is absorbing Fire Attribute Spiritual Mechanism, supplementing the Divine Talisman Fire Seed. Advance progress is increasing: +1... +2... +3...]

Ji Xiu sat cross-legged. As his Divine Thought emerged, he observed the advance progress of his "Divine Talisman Fire." Since he had yet to open his Purple Mansion and reach the level of a Daoist High Merit, it was temporarily branded within his Mud Ball Palace. He watched as the progress slowly ticked upward.

He mused to himself.

’At this rate, I can max out this Daoist Technique in less than half a month. That’s an absolutely shocking speed.’

’But...’

’The True Martial World Demon Suppressing Profound Skill and the Immortal Chapter of the Six Chapters of the Profound Monarch’s Secret Record—the two Dharma Gates for advancing to Qi Cultivation Grandmaster and Daoist High Merit—are right within my grasp.’

’Daoist Techniques are valuable, certainly. They’re a means of protecting one’s path!’

’But if I just go through the motions, I won’t have much time before the Prefecture Examination!’

’So...’

’Let me try it... this "Yellow Millet Dream" that the Dragon Elephant True Sect has held for decades, yet no one has managed to comprehend... let’s see just what you’re made of!’

Innate Talent: ’Dream Entry’ as Yellow Millet!

Comprehend the ’Divine Talisman Fire’!

As Ji Xiu’s will solidified, a translucent ’Yellow Butterfly’ materialized upon the Primordial Daoist Talisman. Its wings seemed to carry the torrential flow of "time" itself, and with a single, gentle flutter...

The next moment, Ji Xiu’s Divine Soul felt as if it were being pulled away. He was instantly submerged, his physical body left behind, motionless as a mortal shell.

Only the specks of the ’Divine Talisman True Flame’ burning around him remained. Suddenly, the flames surged, beginning to flicker and climb at a rate visible to the naked eye...

...until a fiery pattern condensed between the young man’s eyebrows, as if a ’Daoist Seed’ had been branded within his Mud Ball Palace!

A woodcutter of old once placed a stone on the board’s center. A single game lasted sixty years, and upon waking, he had ascended to become an Immortal.

A Dream of Millet Porridge must one day end.

But I... love to cultivate in my dreams!