Its tone was rather proud, "And, let correct you on one thing, in a certain sense, they are not two separate Daoist skills anymore. Strictly speaking, it’s just one. The reason those two guys fought to the death back then was because they wanted to devour each other; they were natural mortal enemies."
"In the starry sky beyond the realms, ’mortal enemies’ is the greatest opportunity... so their Great Dao naturally complents each other, and the cultivation techniques can naturally integrate. But how exactly this combined Daoist skill changes, I haven’t practiced it, so I’m not sure. However, I’ve already taught you the basic thods: look for things related to dragon-descended flood dragons around you, and try to consu them as much as possible."
Zhao Rong asked, "So, I don’t have to be fixated on the Zhengguan Spring Water?"
"Nonsense, do you really think it was due to the spring water? What you’ve been consuming these days is dragon energy."
"That’s good, no need to hang oneself on a single tree," Zhao Rong muttered.
Gui didn’t care what he was thinking and said smugly, "Isn’t it all thanks to ? Your alien martial artist physique was already close to them, and now with this cultivation technique as an aid, you can cultivate your physique, while also strengthening the Heart Lake Evil Flood Dragon to feed back your spiritual energy cultivation, achieving two goals with one effort."
Zhao Rong suddenly interrupted, "Not just two, maybe... three."
"Three?"
Zhao Rong pondered for a mont, not saying imdiately.
The Sword Spirit was getting itchy, "Hey, you pedantic scholar, why are you keeping secrets?"
Zhao Rong looked up, "In this cultivation... Daoist skill, is there a division of realms during the process?" He switched to Gui’s term.
Gui thought carefully and then said, "That alien martial artist seed to have practiced to the sixth realm of this Daoist skill before it was completed. Whether that was the end, I’m not sure. Among these six realms, I couldn’t understand the nas of the later realms, but the first two realms, I did comprehend a bit. Translated into words you can understand... the First Realm should be called Fetus Storage, and the Second Realm Transformation."
Zhao Rong closed the chess manual, looking at the deep blue book cover as he murmured, "Fetus Storage, what does it store? Transformation, what is being transford?"
Gui nodded, "This naming is indeed peculiar, perhaps it’s a custom from the otherworld."
"So, the phase I’m currently in is Fetus Storage?"
"Yes. With each step up in the cultivation technique’s realm, you’ll get closer to the essence of the ’Dao,’ and the auxiliary effects on cultivation will reach another level. Focus on mastering the first two realms first, there’s no need to rush the later ones. If the naming really bothers you, once you reach the later realms, you can perceive and na them yourself."
Gui chuckled lightly, finding Zhao Rong’s inquisitive nature amusing, "Also, the na of this Daoist skill, if you find it inconvenient to call it ordinarily, you can na it yourself."
"Na it myself?" Zhao Rong’s naming intuition was stirred.
Gui said it casually but felt sothing was amiss seeing Zhao Rong quiet for so long.
Zhao Rong surveyed his Heart Lake internally and suddenly suggested, "A mountain is not high with an immortal, it becos renowned. Water is not deep with a dragon, it becos spiritual, seems like a shabby room but has my virtue... why not call it ’Shabby Room Inscription’."
His inquiry carried a definitive tone.
Gui: "......"
Shabby Room... Inscription?
What is this?
The Sword Spirit, using its mind that’s lived for thousands of years, tried hard for a while but couldn’t figure out what ’Shabby Room Inscription’ had to do with this cultivation technique.
It knew what an inscription was; it was a rhyd literary form carved upon golden stones, often used for self-admonition by the world.
But the only thing that seed to carry the essence of Dao among the content was ’It becos spiritual with a dragon.’ The rest seed like soone praising themselves... Well, whatever makes you happy.
Gui nodded expressionlessly, "Great na, continue to the next."
The quirks of those who are bad at naming often include being unaware of their shortcomings and feeling proud, marveling at how perfect their naming is.
Zhao Rong took a careful look at the clear Heart Lake that went from barren to coexisting with Dragon Carp and Evil Flood Dragon, feeling slightly pleased, he smiled and entertained himself, "A Saint said, ’What is shabby about it?’"
"Alright, alright, let’s call it that..." Gui couldn’t take it anymore and changed the subject, urging, "Zhao Rong, you haven’t said what the extra ’gain’ in the ’three gains’ is? Is there actually a benefit that even I’ve missed? Quick, tell ."
Finally clarifying tonight that he was cultivating the First Realm, Fetus Storage, of the ’Shabby Room Inscription,’ and having so feasible ideas about the subsequent path, Zhao Rong was in a good mood. He didn’t string it along and directly said, "Do you rember the second Daoist skill you taught in the Great Li Imperial Mausoleum’s Underground Palace—the Dragon Carp Diving and Devil Eating Flood Dragon?"
Gui’s interest dropped halfway, replying sowhat listlessly, "Ah, that one. I rember. It’s the Great Dao of that demon dragon killed by the martial artist. I’ve ntioned it to you before: unless absolutely necessary, it shouldn’t be overused. These Evil Flood Dragons ford by malice, alongside the Great Dao Dragon Carp in the lake, maintain a balance of good and evil; try not to disrupt it... Plus, with your current physique, you can’t sustain it for more than nine seconds. It should only be considered a last-resort trump card, with both risks and benefits, nothing substantial as a ’gain.’"
Zhao Rong thought a while and still shook his head:
"Yes, but not entirely. In recent days, thinking carefully about the choice status during those nine seconds that day, I realized that since the condition to activate the physique’s potential involved overstraining or even killing the evil dragons ford by malice within the Heart Abyss to gain so kind of extre strength that breaks the balance."
"Then, could there be a more moderate thod to ’wear down’ the remaining seventy-two evil dragons, harnessing any excess malice to slightly disrupt the balance and thereby activate a lower intensity potential, possibly even supplenting from external items later, like the Zhengguan Spring Water containing dragon energy earlier, to replenish the evil dragons, making them persist without the imdiate extre condition of devouring such a dangerously ominous item... Could this way not make this potential state more enduring."
The Sword Spirit felt both confused and enlightened, "I think I sowhat understand your idea, but... how do you intend to use it? Developing such practical usage and maintaining a prolonged state of potential activation, for what purpose... It sounds a bit superfluous and wasteful. Isn’t it best to reserve it for critical monts for maximum benefit?"
Zhao Rong smiled slightly, "Clearly, you haven’t read much. You might not know what’s most precious to scholars among the Hundred Schools of Thought."
Gui blurted out, "Literary talent, aptitude, a pretty face."
"......"
What on earth is that last one? Oh, I already have that, so no worries.
"...None of those." Zhao Rong shook his head speechlessly, "Any public display of literary talent is built upon accumulated learning. Scholars, scholars, the most important thing is reading and learning!"
"Oh, no wonder, no one ever dares urge to read—it’s just what commoners at mountain foothills do. Hmm, I made a mistake. At first, I didn’t realize the benefits of such a pumped-up state. Indeed, not bad... You can continue."
Seeing Zhao Rong’s face darkening, the Sword Spirit quickly changed the subject and asked seriously, "So what do you intend to do?"
Zhao Rong sat upright at the table, one hand clenched, the other gently open, placed on the complex and intricate chess manual.
Smiling, he said, "I shall give it a try."
As he spoke, within the mind-wheel between his brows, the Purple-clothed Sword Spirit saw the dark-blue, glazing Dragon Carp in the Heart Lake suddenly flip and dive towards the pitch-black abyss where seventy-two malevolent abyssal dragon eyes opened, reminiscent of its past subrsion at the Imperial Mausoleum battling life or death in going abyssal and demonic!
In an instant, like a brand iron entering water, the Heart Lake boiled.
From the depths, seventy-two pairs of deep jade eyes slowly opened... A dragon raises its head.
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