Infiltrating the world of cultivation

Sure enough, violence is the only solution. These two security guards were ready to draw their knives and kill each other at the slightest disagreement; reasoning with them was pointless.

Before long, Zuoqiu Zhen came out of the courtyard to greet Wang Chao.

This guy ran pretty fast; I wonder when he got to the capital.

"I only arrived in the capital five days ago."

Seemingly sensing Wang Chao's doubts, Zuo Qiuzhen spoke as he walked, then, as if he had thought of something, turned to look at Wang Chao.

"Young man, didn't you go to the Central Highlands to search for that large ship? How come you're here?"

"Don't even mention it. I had just arrived at Central Mountain when that big ship flew away. If it weren't for Dong Xiang being there, I'd probably still be buried in the rubble right now."

Wang Chao felt depressed whenever he thought about it, but his body's recovery ability was really strong. He was hit by a stray rock and woke up unharmed.

"What is the current situation in the capital? I heard back in the Northern Kingdom that there was a great uproar in the capital, with eight princes fighting fiercely for the throne."

Wang Chao asked the question, after all, his purpose in coming here was to assist Li Hu in ascending the throne, so he naturally had to convey the details clearly.

"Sigh, it's a long story. Let's talk about it after you meet the Eighth Prince."

Zuo Qiuzhen sighed softly. Wang Chao seemed to be deep in thought. If even a man of iron will could feel powerless, then the matter must be quite troublesome.

When Wang Chao met Li Hu, he did not look too well; his eyes were red and swollen, with bloodshot veins.

In front of the desk, there was a mountain of books and scrolls, which looked quite messy.

"With the Grand Preceptor's assistance, how could you not become emperor?"

Wang Chao's teasing remark interrupted Li Hu's thoughts.

"So it's Brother Wang. Brother, you don't know this, but our master has been in seclusion for over a month."

He closed the door to a matter of life and death!

The pass is blocked by a giant rock; success means life, failure means death. It is a true do-or-die situation, where life and death hang in the balance.

If it weren't for my master's lingering influence, I'd probably be a prisoner by now.

Li Hu smiled bitterly; he was far from being as glamorous as outsiders perceived him to be.

Others may not know, but he knows best that the big tree behind him can no longer provide shade, the White-Robed National Preceptor is in seclusion, and his confidence is not very strong. Fortunately, Zuo Qiuzhen appeared just in time.

Zuo Qiuzhen's strength is beyond doubt. He once fought against a Qi Refining Stage 3 contestant, which is no less than when the Dynasty first encountered the White-Robed National Master.

However, Zuo Qiuzhen's prestige was not enough, and the disciples of the White-Robed National Preceptor might not necessarily respect him.

"I brought twenty-three innate masters with me this time."

Wang Chao looked at Li Hu, who seemed to have aged ten years, and couldn't bear to joke anymore.

"Come on, come on, why bring anything... What?! How many people did you say?"

Li Hu thought that Wang Chao had brought some gifts and wanted to exchange pleasantries, but he didn't expect that Wang Chao would bring twenty-three innate masters.

Did he hear that right? The entire Wei Kingdom had fewer than twenty-three dynasties in total. Where did they find such a dynasty?

These innate masters aren't like cabbages that can be mass-produced. You have to understand that every innate master is capable of founding their own sect. They have gone through countless hardships before they grew up.

Moreover, this requires exceptional talent, which not everyone can achieve.

"I'm sure Brother Zuo has already told you, right? The situation at the Nanshan Spirit Mine is different from the outside world. There, becoming a Xiantian (a high-level cultivator) is not impossible."

"Perfect timing. When I came out, I gathered these innate martial artists. With them here, do you think you have a chance of winning this battle for the throne?"

Wang Chao smiled and said that he had planned all of this. First, he helped Li Hu ascend the throne, then he consolidated the power of the Wei Kingdom, and then he helped him find out the whereabouts of the cultivators.

These cultivators are elusive and rarely seen; ordinary people really can't find them.

This Qiling Star is vast and rich in resources; he might not even be able to find it.

In the evening, Wang Chao went to the city wall and brought over all the miners who were at the Innate Stage.

Upon seeing the crowd, Li Hu was overjoyed and immediately promised that if he successfully ascended the throne, these people would all be granted fiefdoms, bringing blessings to their descendants.

The people were very satisfied after hearing this, as they themselves came from poor families.

Having encountered some opportunities at the Nanshan Spirit Mine, and now that they have escaped, their hard times are finally over.

Therefore, misfortune may be a blessing in disguise, and a blessing may be a misfortune in disguise. The old man lost his horse, but who knows if it was a blessing in disguise? Like the spiritual mine in Nanshan, although it is a bit tough and tiring, the second half of one's life and one's descendants are settled.

The White-Robed National Master went into seclusion, and the Dynasty did not seek him out for a reunion. After entrusting a group of innate martial artists to Li Hu, the Dynasty then secluded itself to cultivate.

He doesn't need to worry about those trivial matters. If Li Hu still can't ascend the throne even with twenty-three innate masters under his command, then there's no need for him to ascend the throne.

Wang Chao closed the door tightly and began his tedious cultivation again. On the path of cultivation, one either progresses or regresses; perseverance is key.

For the next month, Wang Chao did not leave his home. He spent his days absorbing spiritual energy to improve his cultivation and practicing the basic spells of the Five Elements.

Wang Chao understood the principle of not trying to do too much at once, so he chose the most common fireball spell.

This fireball spell involves the fire element, making it much more difficult than the Swiftness spell.

Using its own spiritual power as a guide, it connects with the elements of fire in heaven and earth, and then releases them to form a ball of high-temperature, scorching flame.

Inside the nine-story ancient pagoda, Wang Chao felt that he had grasped the knack. Today, he would try it out and see if the fireball technique could actually work.

"Fireball, go!"

Wang Chao made hand seals, his ten fingers flying, and the fire element in the world began to become active, constantly gathering at Wang Chao's fingertips.

bass!

A small flame bloomed brilliantly on the tip of Wang Chao's right index finger, creating a breathtakingly beautiful sight.

"I've got it!" Wang Chao exclaimed with delight upon seeing the Fireball spell cast.

Seeing that the dynasty had potential, they increased the amount of spiritual energy.

Bang!

That tiny flame instantly collapsed, turning into fragments of light that then vanished.

Clearly, the fireball spell failed. Wang Chao had witnessed the true power of a fireball; it could create a crater in the ground! It was incredibly potent.

Where exactly did things go wrong? The steps of the spell should be correct, and that cluster of flames has already been generated.

The root of the problem lies in making the small flame bigger.

The growth of a small flame is not a process of one becoming two, and two becoming four, but rather a process of fire taking advantage of the wind and transforming into a dragon when it encounters the wind.

Its core principle is to leverage existing resources. The dynasty repeatedly tried this in the courtyard. After all, they had only learned the theory in the nine-story ancient pagoda. To truly apply the theory to reality, they still needed to practice continuously.

This is because theory determines the direction, and practice determines the result. The two complement each other, and there is no distinction between the fittest and the superior.