Vol. 1 - Ch. 180 - Imparting Skills

Words : 1312 Updated : Oct 12th, 2025

???? New Novel Launch! "Maybe they're for barbecuing? Doesn’t the family often roast meat?" Shi Potian muttered as he waved a hand dismissively. "Never mind. Let's just keep watching." "That's all we can do." Because of the oppressive presence of the totem, neither of them dared approach the Chen family compound. They could only observe from a distance. Still, with the acute senses of Innate Realm martial artists, no disturbance beyond the perimeter could escape their notice. Inside the ancestral hall, the blood of numerous sacrificial beasts stained the ground, converging into a surging river that poured beneath the earth. Below, Ji Yang’s roots writhed and pulsed as they absorbed the blood and Qi of the beasts, while the branches above trembled with unnatural motion. Only after the last drop was drawn from the final beast did the frenzy subside. Within the hall, the gathered clan members wore solemn expressions as they knelt in prayer. Wisps of incense energy rose gently from the tops of their heads, drawn upward and into a specific locust leaf imbued with spiritual force. At that moment, Ji Yang was quietly receiving the wordless prayers of his people. "Bless our family with prosperity and continued glory." "Grant the clansmen health, free from illness or misfortune." "Let me reach the Innate Realm soon." "Let me have a fat, healthy baby boy this year!" "May the blood rice harvest be bountiful and smooth..." Ji Yang sensed these thoughts and nodded inwardly. Most prayers sought peace, harmony, and familial well-being—genuine hopes from devout hearts, and nothing out of the ordinary. But then one particular thought gave him pause. "Please let me marry two wives this year—one for me, and one for my dad—so that Mom won’t have to work so hard anymore." Following the trace of that incense thread, Ji Yang cast an invisible glance toward its source. Soon, he spotted Chen Qingmeng in the crowd, eyes shut and hands clasped, praying with utmost sincerity. Ah, it's him. That explains it. Nothing to worry about. With a slight sigh, Ji Yang’s gaze drifted to another nearby figure. Curiosity stirred within him. What was Chen Qinghe praying for? "Bless my parents with peace and smooth fortune. May the family prosper." Ji Yang listened to the thought, paused, and then reconfirmed—yes, this really was what Chen Qinghe was praying for. Looks like the boy has finally turned over a new leaf. Thinking back over the past weeks, Ji Yang recalled how Chen Qinghe had been diligently attending lessons at the academy. Evidently, it was having some effect. Pleased, Ji Yang nodded. But then he sensed one more thought from the boy. "And also... please let the school explode soon!" Ji Yang fell into silence for a long moment. Right. Let's pretend we didn’t hear that. Countless wisps of incense Qi flowed into the locust leaf, yet Ji Yang no longer paid attention. Instead, he quietly activated a new power: Martial Saint True Form. This ability could remain dormant, hidden within his body, or be consciously revealed. Today, he chose to display it. As the Martial Saint True Form stirred to life, the martial techniques Ji Yang had mastered through countless simulations began to take shape as etched lines along his trunk. The markings were intricate and profound. If one looked closely, they resembled contorted faces, each twisted with exaggerated expressions of sorrow, rage, joy, and fear—an eerie manifestation of the Seven Emotions Six Desires Sword. On the left branch, the patterns surged outward with bold, righteous force. On the right branch, they were tight and dense, mirroring a boundless sea of stars. Further above, two additional branches bore engraved markings, depicting the Five Poisons Yin Wind Palm and Ji Yang’s long-mastered Taizu Long Fist. Countless martial arts techniques—each layered upon his being. As the patterns shimmered into view, several clan members took note and gasped. "What is that?" "These patterns are strange!" "Patriarch, look quickly!" The murmurs of astonishment reached Chen Xingzhen, who had been immersed in prayer. His eyes snapped open. Upon seeing the changes in the Divine Tree, he too was struck with surprise. But as streams of knowledge surged into his mind, the shock faded into delight. Without hesitation, he turned to address the clan members in the hall. "This is a natural transformation of the Divine Tree as it matures. Every pattern represents a martial technique! Look closely. How much you comprehend depends entirely on your own perception!" At his words, excitement surged through the clan. All eyes focused intently on the Divine Tree. Even Chen Qingyu's expression turned solemn. He stood still and began studying the patterns carefully. The first thing to draw everyone’s attention was the Seven Emotions Six Desires Sword etched onto the trunk. It was an Earth-tier combat technique, requiring at least the power of an Innate Realm martial artist to wield. Even rendered in patterns, its aura could still stir the emotions of those who beheld it. But most clan members were only at the Blood Coagulation or Body Tempering Realms. As they studied it, many grew dizzy. Some grew restless, others anxious, or overwhelmed with fear. Chen Xingzhen, who had been quietly absorbing the martial knowledge, quickly noticed their discomfort. He called out immediately, his voice bolstered by surging Qi and Blood. "Body Tempering Realm disciples, do not gaze at the trunk’s patterns. Blood Coagulation Realm disciples may look for a few breaths only—if you gain no insight, turn your eyes to the branches! Do not act recklessly!" The vibration of his voice jolted the dazed clan members out of their trance. Realizing the potency of the patterns, they quickly shifted their attention away from the trunk and toward the other branches. Perhaps only a few breaths had passed, or maybe several minutes—but when the glowing patterns on the branches began to fade, the gathered clan members seemed to awaken from a vivid dream. Still, many of them looked disappointed. They had glimpsed something—some glimmer of understanding—but they couldn’t grasp what it was. The window of revelation had been too brief. The profound techniques hidden in those lines had slipped through their fingers. Even Chen Qingyu, with his formidable Innate Realm strength, wore a deep frown. His gaze remained fixed on the Seven Emotions Six Desires Sword on the trunk; he hadn’t shifted his eyes even once. He could sense the immense depth of the technique—but the brief exposure had left him empty-handed. Then suddenly, a flood of unfamiliar knowledge poured into his mind. His eyes widened in sudden joy. Seven Emotions Six Desires Sword—so that’s the name of the technique? "Big Dipper Fist? What’s that? It feels like a profound-tier technique!" "Taiyi Signet!" Several members of the Blood Coagulation Realm cried out in shock. From merely observing the patterns, they had gained insights into powerful combat arts! Their voices drew envious glances from those who had gained nothing—heads filled with fog, not clarity. "Silence!" At the front, Chen Xingzhen raised his hand slightly to quiet them. Then he spoke calmly, voice full of conviction. "This manifestation of the Divine Tree’s martial arts is rare and precious. It’s wonderful if you’ve gained insight—but there’s no need to be discouraged if you haven’t. If the Divine Tree can reveal such power once, it can do so again. "However, profound-tier techniques can only be learned by those at the Blood Coagulation Realm or higher. If you wish to comprehend them, you must first reach that level of strength. So before the Divine Tree undergoes its next transformation—train hard!" Hello readers! Read up to 12 advance chapters by joining us on Patreon! Support us and read ahead[Join Patreon]Enjoying the story? Help more readers discover it by leaving a rating and reviews on NovelUpdate! Every review counts. [Rate on NovelUpdate]Thanks for your support and happy reading!

Vol. 1 - Ch. 180 - Imparting Skills

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