Vol 1 Chapter 6 (1/2)

Chapter 6: The path to the future will be brilliant

The aperture was mysterious and unusual. Although it was located inside Fang Yuan’s body, it was in a separate dimension from his organs. You could call it both boundlessly vast and boundlessly tiny. Some people called this this Violet Estate, while others named it the Prosperous Pool. Most, however, called it the aperture for the Primordial Sea.

This entire s.p.a.ce was round like a globe. Upon its surface flowed white light that coated the sphere in a thin membrane of light. These were the remnants of the exploded Hope Gu that had condensed to form a layer. Because of this layer, it was possible to support this globe without it caving in on itself.

Within the globe was located the Primordial Sea. The sea waters were still and smooth, a blueish green that still seemed somehow dense and bright as copper. Such a sea was only found in the likes of Gu Masters and commonly called the Bronze Sea.

The water level didn’t reach even halfway up the sphere and only measured four by four. These were typical dimensions for Grade C latent talent. Each drop of ocean water was truly primordial and represented Fang Yuan’s Three Treasures of jing, qi, and shen[1]. It was also a collection of his gathered latent energy over the past 15 years.

Gu Masters used this true primordial sea water to raise Gu. In other words, from now on Fang Yuan had officially started his path onto becoming a Gu Master. After the aperture was opened, no other Hope Gu came to enter Fang Yuan’s body. He collected himself before feeling that the pressure before him was as thick as a wall, making further progress impossible.

The same as the first life, he smiled faintly at these results.

“No further?” the schoolhouse elder called from the sh.o.r.e, still holding onto his hopes.

Fang Yuan directly turned around and started walking, using his actions to answer for him. At this, the other youths reacted as well as commentary burst upon the crowd.

“What? Fang Yuan walked 27 steps?”

“So he was only a Grade C latent talent?!”

“Hard to believe, he was such a prodigy but only Grade C?”

A great disturbance had settled onto the crowd.

“Big brother…” Within the ma.s.ses, Ancient Moon’s Fang Zheng raised his head in shock, surveying Fang Yuan as he came back across the river. He didn’t dare believe his eyes. His own brother was nothing more than a Grade C latent talent? He always thought that big brother would be around Grade A.

No, not just him. Even aunt and uncle, and many others in the clan, had held the same a.s.sumption. But the reality before him now proved otherwise!

“Abominable, just a Grade C!” Ancient Moon’s clan head silently clenched his fists as he took a deep breath. His words clearly betrayed his disappointment. The other elders watching from the shadows had mixed emotions. Some raised their eyebrows, some lowered their heads to exchange words, still others gave a long sigh as they raised their heads to the skies.

“Could there be a mistake somewhere?”

“How is that possible? This method is accurate without a doubt. Not to mention, we’ve been keeping watch the entire time, so cheating would be difficult.”

“But his behavior and actions from before, how do you explain those?”

“Youths with high latent talent for their Primordial Seas indeed perform extraordinarily when compared to norma

l people, in terms of things like intelligence, enlightenment, memory, strength or dexterity. But on the flip side, these traits can’t guarantee high latent talent. Everything has to follow what the measurements say instead.”

“Aye, the higher your hopes, the greater your disappointments. Ancient Moon gets worse and worse with each successive generation.”

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The cold river water completely soaked his stockings, the chill piercing to his very bones. Fang Yuan still remained expressionless as he drew closer and closer. He could clearly see the severe expression on the schoolhouse elder’s face as well as the sharp, incisive stares of hundreds of youths upon him. Some of these stares were surprised, others shocked, some looked sneering, or rejoiced at his misfortune, or felt at a loss, or were cold. It was as if he’d fallen from the top of the cloud-lapped peaks to the ground below. The higher he stood, the harder he fell.

But in this life, Fang Yuan’s heart was serene as he saw the same scenes again. He thought of the legend: when Predicaments came, give your heart to Hope.

This so-called Hope was now within his body. Although it was only a small amount of Hope, it was already much better than someone who have no cultivation talent at all. If others were disappointed by the fact, then let them be disappointed. So what?

What do their disappointments have to do with me? It’s more important to keep Hope in your own heart!