I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 563: Wang Baole Devours Essence Blood, Succeeds in Dao Comprehension
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Chapter 563: Wang Baole Devours Essence Blood, Succeeds in Dao Comprehension
“Master, your disciple has returned.”
Standing on Miaomiao Mountain, Wang Baole offered a respectful bow toward Chu Feng, who was currently occupied with a book.
Setting the text aside, Chu Feng shifted his gaze to Wang Baole and remarked, “Drop the formalities. Did your travels yield any results?”
Without rushing, Wang Baole detailed everything that had transpired during his trek to North Jade Mountain.
Once the story concluded, Chu Feng noted, “I didn’t anticipate you would stumble upon such a treasure. And what of that old fellow Xiu Yuan?”
Wang Baole replied, “Senior Brother Nie is still wandering the world.”
Chu Feng pressed further, “So, have you sought me out because you are facing some uncertainty?”
“To be honest with Master, my saber intent is on the verge of reaching great perfection. Once it does, I will have achieved great perfection in two separate true intents. I am unsure which true intent I should utilize to comprehend the Great Dao Truth.”
Wang Baole finally voiced the dilemma that had been weighing on his mind.
In response, Chu Feng lightly flicked his feather fan and asked, “What is it that you truly enjoy the most?”
Wang Baole was caught off guard by his master’s counter-question. Had he been able to decide for himself, he wouldn't have come seeking advice.
“Your disciple enjoys eating, but unfortunately, I find both of these true intents to be incredibly practical.”
Chu Feng replied with a calm expression, “Then why not employ the Gluttony Truth to trigger the Devouring Truth? You can merge every lesson you have learned into a single path.”
Upon hearing these words, a flash of sudden realization crossed Wang Baole’s face. He struck his own forehead and exclaimed, “Of course! How could such a vital point have escaped me?”
Chu Feng gave Wang Baole’s shoulder a reassuring pat. “You simply overthink things, kid. You haven't been looking at the core of the matter clearly.”
Deeply moved, Wang Baole bowed low to Chu Feng. “This disciple is grateful for Master’s enlightenment.”
Chu Feng dismissed the thanks with a wave of his hand. “Do you have any further inquiries?”
Wang Baole shook his head. “My doubts have been cleared. I intend to enter seclusion immediately to push my saber intent to great perfection, and then I shall begin my comprehension of the Devouring Truth.”
“Go on then,” Chu Feng signaled.
“This disciple will take his leave.”
With those final words, Wang Baole departed. Chu Feng watched his retreating figure for a moment before picking his storybook back up to continue reading.
Returning to his private residence, Wang Baole shared a few words with his two lovely wives before retreating into seclusion to focus on his saber intent.
His approach to meditation differed from the norm; he spent his days processing a variety of culinary ingredients.
After a period of forty-nine days, a moment of epiphany finally struck Wang Baole.
His saber intent had officially attained great perfection.
He lashed out with the blade in his grip toward a piece of Meat Fungus, carving a perfect dragon with a single, fluid motion.
“So this is the sensation of saber intent reaching great perfection. It is truly remarkable.”
“The next step is the Great Dao Truth. Only by mastering the Great Dao Truth can one truly travel the world without restraint.”
Instead of immediately taking the Gluttony Essence Blood, Wang Baole brought all the prepared ingredients to the kitchens of the Miscellaneous Dao Institute.
Meanwhile, in the primary courtyard, Chu Feng was busy cooking when a system alert echoed in his mind.
“Host's disciple Wang Baole has reached great perfection in saber intent. Reward: Great Dao Truth +8.”
That was surprisingly fast.
A slight smirk played on Chu Feng’s lips as he heard the familiar system chime. It appeared he would have to prepare a truly spectacular feast for Baole this evening.
“Master! I have finally mastered saber intent to great perfection!”
Wang Baole’s exuberant voice rang out from the entrance.
Pausing his work, Chu Feng turned to face him with a grin. “You’ve gained some mental clarity, kid, to reach great perfection in your saber intent so rapidly.”
Wang Baole chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “It’s all thanks to your guidance, Master. Without it, I never would have identified my Cultivation path so quickly.”
“Your natural talent is quite high; you just struggle to keep your thoughts straight sometimes. When your desires are too many, conflict is inevitable. When do you intend to start your seclusion for the Great Dao Truth?” Chu Feng inquired.
Wang Baole answered, “To answer Master, I plan to start in a few days. I’ve prepared many high-quality ingredients during this time and was hoping Master would take a look at them.”
“Oh?”
Chu Feng’s interest was instantly piqued. “Hurry up and show me.”
“As you wish.”
From his storage ring, Wang Baole pulled out a mountain of expertly processed ingredients.
Even Chu Feng couldn't help but offer a thumbs-up. “Impressive. You really have a knack for this. We shall have a grand feast tonight. Come, lend me a hand.”
“Understood!”
With Wang Baole’s help, the master and disciple worked side-by-side in the kitchen until the evening festivities commenced.
Once the banquet ended and he was satisfied with food and wine, Wang Baole shared some quiet moments with his two wives. Afterward, he headed alone to a secluded cave on the rear slopes of Miaomiao Mountain and produced the Gluttony Essence Blood.
Without a moment of doubt, he downed the contents of the porcelain vial in a single gulp.
The instant the liquid hit his stomach, a searing heat erupted within him, and a terrifying pressure surged through his entire frame.
It felt as though a savage beast was charging through his body, threatening to tear him apart from the inside out.
A vision of the ancient beast, the Glutton, appeared in his mind. It looked down upon him with disdain, its eyes suggesting a mere mortal was unworthy of its essence blood.
Wang Baole scrambled to circulate his spiritual power to contain the chaotic energy, but he soon realized his Qi was being shattered the moment it touched the beast's aura.
How could this be happening?
Though gripped by internal terror, Wang Baole refused to surrender. He immediately summoned his own true intents to battle the overwhelming aura.
He unleashed his saber intent first, followed closely by his Taiji True Intent.
Even with both powers active, he couldn't fully neutralize the violent energy; he could only slow the internal destruction it was causing.
As the seconds ticked by, the single drop of essence blood slowly began to integrate into his system.
With every fragment absorbed, Wang Baole felt the crushing weight on his body lighten slightly.
There is still hope.
As that thought crossed his mind, he remained focused, using his dual true intents to keep the Glutton’s essence blood under control.
The days turned into weeks.
A full month passed before Wang Baole finally finished absorbing the entirety of the Gluttony Essence Blood.
The phantom of the Glutton in his sea of consciousness began to dissolve, replaced by the resonance of a familiar voice.
“The essence of Devouring is found in...”
While listening to the ancient voice, Wang Baole utilized the refined blood to purify his physical form.
Eighty-one days later.
Wang Baole’s eyes snapped open. He whispered to himself, “So this is the Great Dao of Devouring? One can consume the celestial bodies above and the land and water below. Every existence in this world can be devoured. It’s no wonder the Glutton Demon Saint insisted on our luck as payment. It had consumed all that fortune. I wonder what purpose that luck serves after it has been devoured?”
He eventually shook off the wandering thoughts. His priority now was to share his success with his master.
“I, Wang Baole, am inferior to no one!”
With a renewed sense of pride, he pulled a fresh set of robes from his storage ring, straightened his appearance, and hurried toward the North Abyss of the main peak.