Chapter 536: Cultivation Life
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Half a year later…
"Qinghan! Quick, Qinghan!"
Following the call, Su Cheng stood in the kitchen hall, a piece of steaming braised pork clamped between chopsticks. With an indulgent expression, he stuffed it into Ye Qinghan's small mouth beside him.
"Huuu! Hot hot hot! Ssssh! Ouch ouch ouch! Ssssh……."
Ye Qinghan chewed the braised pork thoroughly in her mouth before finally swallowing it.
Li Shiyu stood nearby, wide-eyed and staring, waiting her turn to be fed!
Su Cheng, of course, hadn't forgotten about Li Shiyao, the little glutton. He promptly scooped another piece from the pot and served it to her.
"Qinghan, take the dishes off the table out."
After everyone had taken a piece, he helped his master carry a plate of dishes out.
Su Cheng fed them one by one: Ye Qinghan, Li Shiyao, Chu Youwei, Miaomiao, Yu Lan…
Su Cheng had long grown accustomed to this life. Looking back over the countless years he had lived, such a life could be described as peaceful.
Ye Qinghan recalled those so-called deities and found it hard to believe.
She was merely a girl of about thirteen, not particularly beautiful, clad in ragged clothes, appearing no different from any mortal.
She looked no different from Miao Miao, a pitiable child who clearly came from a poor family.
Yet this child, in the blink of a white flash, had slaughtered four hundred thousand people and reduced several cities to ruins.
And at that moment, the girl hadn't even woken from her sleep.
As Lord Gu Ai had stated, she was no longer the child she once was—merely an unfortunate vessel possessed by a deity.
Her hair was matted and her face grimy—calling her a little beggar would be no exaggeration.
Yet the instant this little beggar opened her eyes, the Southern Realm nearly ceased to exist.
Fortunately, the mansion acted swiftly. Thanks to Xiao Ai and her master's preparations, the moment that creature descended, they dragged it into another dimension—a specially crafted arena for the duel.
The three Godslaying Kings stood fully armed, awaiting her.
The girl had discarded her name and seemed to have no desire for conversation. She held only one conviction: to kill everything before her.
Purge. Reboot this world. That was the very purpose of her existence.
Yet compared to the Godslaying Kings who had lived for millennia and the venerable elders who had spanned countless ages, the newborn deity appeared decidedly immature.
Su Cheng was a battle-hardened warrior, backed by kings armed to the teeth. To Heiyao, this unequal fight held no suspense.
Had this scum been granted more time, perhaps she would have sought to understand this world and become increasingly formidable.
Such precedents existed. The deity who had slain Xun Ye and Bing Ling had escaped from precisely such a duel arena, vanishing for a decade thereafter.
When it reappeared, that god who controlled fate commanded an army of apostles. Black mist even spread to the council chamber of the royal city, blocking out all sunlight. Everywhere the eye could see was an apocalyptic scene.
Of course, Su Cheng ultimately slew that deity, but the cost was one even he found difficult to bear.
If he could have traded half his kingdom to bring Xun Ye and Bing Ling back, Su Cheng would never have hesitated.
Resolutely abandoning Xun Ye and Bing Ling to kill that bastard was the only option left.
Had he abandoned them to save Xun Ye and Bing Ling, success was uncertain. The next victims would likely be Xiao Ai and Ye He—Su Cheng had no choice.
Moreover, after slaying that final deity, Su Cheng was forcibly transported to this cultivation world—the very reason he became known as the traitor.
This was Su Cheng's new battlefield—his sole opportunity, forged through countless worlds alongside the System.
Be it technology~
magic~
be it gods~
apostles~
This time, Su Cheng intends to cause a major disturbance in Heaven!
Child of the Future?
"No, no, no—not the Child of the Future. My name is Su Cheng, and I am the future of this world!"
"Kings within this hall, will you follow in my footsteps and share in this glory with me?"
"I shall slaughter all the gods. This sword of destruction shall witness it all. With the blood of the gods, we shall honor the fallen warriors!"
And now, all that remains is to wait for the right moment.
"Miaomiao, steady your hand~"
Su Cheng reclined in his rocking chair. Having finished his meal, he now followed his routine of supervising his disciples' cultivation.
Ye Qinghan had been remarkably well-behaved these past days. Even though his master had returned and appeared fully recovered, he showed no haste to engage in dual cultivation. Instead, he devoted himself to solitary practice, currently meditating beneath a distant tree.
Li Shiyao, however, had become increasingly engrossed in that four-character idioms compendium, as if the book truly held some treasure trove within. She sat at the stone table beside Su Cheng, nibbling on snacks while reading stories.
Dongfang Jue remained the suffering Immortal Sage, scavenging for scraps to survive. Su Cheng had no intention of interfering, believing the time wasn't right yet.
Miaomiao seemed to have brightened up lately, no longer as timid or self-conscious. She even occasionally fought with Li Shiyao over snacks. Su Cheng considered this a positive development—she was finally learning to stand her ground!
As a direct disciple, Miao Miao never backed down, though losing a fight was another matter entirely. When defeated, she sought the reasons within herself.
"Yes, Master," Miaomiao replied solemnly, wielding a wooden sword with practiced precision.
Su Cheng propped his chin on his hand, watching Miao Miao from afar. "Miao Miao, do you understand the essence of my teachings?"
Though Senior Sister had spoken to Miaomiao, the disciple still replied, "This disciple is dull-witted. I humbly request the Master to explain plainly."
Su Cheng chuckled softly. It seemed she still lacked a bit of understanding~
"Since you're so dull, explaining it now would be wasted. When you're no longer dull, then ponder this question."
"This disciple obeys." Her words flowed, yet her sword dance remained utterly flawless—not even her breathing faltered.
"I told you—keep your hands level, keep your hands level…"
Though his words dripped with disdain, Su Cheng interrupted Miaomiao, rising to stand beside her and gently grasping her wrist.
Her slender wrist seemed as though it could snap with the slightest pressure.
Su Cheng slowly channeled divine energy into her hand as he spoke.
"Since you can't understand it, let your body remember. Remember this sensation of spiritual energy flowing. Channel it into the blade. Slowly, don't rush."
"Yes, follow my guidance. Send the spiritual energy in bit by bit. That's right, just like that…"
"Feel the spiritual energy circulating within your body. Cultivating immortality also means cultivating the mind. Only with unwavering focus can success come naturally."
"Close your eyes. Imagine the sword in your hand as an extension of your body. Just as you would channel energy through your palm techniques, direct the spiritual energy—to your wrist, to your palm, and finally to the blade."
"Alright, now try striking…"
A thunderous crash echoed, but it didn't startle anyone. After all, witnessing such hands-on instruction had left the senior and second senior sisters green with envy, staring intently for ages…
Yet the thunder proved louder than the rain. Miao Miao hadn't even reached Foundation Establishment yet, and this strike didn't even leave a scratch on the dummy.
Yet this display of power thrilled Miao Miao immensely. After all, the Flying Snow Sword Technique was notoriously difficult to grasp—she hadn't even mastered the basics in half a year…
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