Chapter 901 - Spiritual Root and Secret Manuals (2/2)
“Most of my power has been sealed up, so I can’t enter your consciousness easily. Calm your mind and focus. Don’t resist.”
Duan Tianhao opened up his heart and mind, allowing the other party’s consciousness to enter his.
At the side, Duan Ziyan said anxiously, “Brother, stop it quickly! Don’t be fooled by him!” She swung her hands, wanting to push away the fat priest, only to discover that when they came into contact, she passed through the latter like he was an illusion and not an actual person.
Streams of evil auras descended from the skies and scattered out throughout Duan Tianhao’s consciousness.
“Remember. Our immortal sect’s cultivation method is different from that of the Knight’s martial arts in the secular world’s dynasties. It bears a resemblance to the Mages’ cultivation, but they are definitely not the same. From today onward, you must completely forget about the cultivation methods you have used in the past.
“People are born with spirits. The spirit condenses to take the form of a seed, and the seed will grow into a root.
“Everyone has their own Spiritual Root in their own bodies, and they have a total of 13 types of colors.
“Ordinary people tend to possess five to six types of Spiritual Roots which have a chaotic mix of colors. These people don’t have cultivation talent.
“Special geniuses tended to have Spiritual Roots with two or three colors. These people are the ones who are considered to really possess cultivation talent.
“It’s hard to find even one person out of 10,000 people who possesses a Spiritual Root with a single color. These people are geniuses amongst geniuses.
“And you, Duan Tianhao, are one of these people who possess a single-colored Spiritual Root.”
While focusing on the endless stream of information, Duan Tianhao only felt that his mind was continuously sinking into the depths of his consciousness. Right there, a green seed slowly germinated and turned into a Sea God with a strong emerald green color.
“This is your cultivation foundation, your green Spiritual Root.”
Looking at how Duan Tianhao kept on getting immersed into his cultivation, the fat priest could not hold back his smile.
“Finally…
“1,000 years…
“A whole 1,000 years…
“I’m finally able to come out.”
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Elsewhere, in the Palace of the Imperial Capital.
Ferdinand closed his eyes and basked in the sun.
This aristocrat, whom Fang Xingjian had gotten to know in Kirst City, had helped him to earn money, set up a fraud, steal, and publish books. He had been a Knight who followed Fang Xingjian around, helping him to manage his assets and gather wealth.
After Fang Xingjian became the Empire’s Imperial Preceptor, Ferdinand—along with many other people from the Great Western Region—had assumed important positions in the Imperial Capital. Right now, he had become the Commander of the Imperial Guards.
As a subordinate who had been with Fang Xingjian for very long, it was not just Ferdinand who had reached a height in his power and authority. His clan had also gone from being a small aristocratic clan in Kirst to becoming a great aristocratic clan whose influence was spread out across the Great Western Region. They now managed over half of the Empire’s businesses in weapons and metal, as well as ore and material. The clan had become one of the four new great aristocratic clans in the Empire—the nouveau riche in the Imperial Capital.
Ferdinand’s choice to follow Fang Xingjian was also seen as the best choice he had ever made in his entire life. Presently, the entire clan could be said to be Fang Xingjian’s strong supporters.
Right at this moment, Ferdinand was looking at carts of books in front of him, occasionally flipping and checking through them.
These were the secret martial arts manuals that Tyrant had gathered from various sects as he subdued them.
After these secret manuals were registered with Ferdinand, they would be sent to Fang Xingjian.