C20 Immortal Binding Lock

"Does this mean that the Martial Arts Realm ends at the Saint Realm?" Chu Hen wasn't going to pass up the chance to have his questions answered.

"Hehe! Young Master, you jest. The depths of the martial arts are as boundless as the ocean. It's not even clear if the Saint Realm is the limit. In all the world, I've only heard tales of Saints; I've never seen one in person," Leng Yan said earnestly.

"What similarities do martial arts share with other forms of cultivation? Is there a universal rule?" Chu Hen was eager to understand where he stood among cultivators, especially as a fifth-level mortal.

Leng Yan shook his head, a look of confusion crossing his face. "Young Master, what you speak of is beyond my knowledge. If we were to draw comparisons, in the end, whether it's martial arts or Daoist techniques, it all comes down to strength. The one with the mightiest fist, the one whose word is law, they are the ones who set the rules."

He paused before elaborating further.

"In any case, strength is the ultimate power. Even without a shred of cultivation, if one commands overwhelming influence and has a legion of followers, that too is considered a path to kingship."

Chu Hen nodded in agreement. "Indeed, the world operates on the principle of survival of the fittest. That's the truth of it!"

A rare smile broke across Leng Yan's usually stern face, commending Young Master Hen for grasping this concept.

"I've been overthinking it..."

Chu Hen couldn't help but smile wryly to himself. "Having crossed over into this world, although this body is not originally mine, it is flesh and blood, undeniably real. From my perspective, rules or no rules, martial arts or demons, if you have the means, what can't you cultivate?"

"The martial arts, demons, and immortals all ultimately abide by the law of the jungle. The true test of one's realm is only found in battle."

"Now that I have access to the Main Hall of the King of the Gods, as long as I have enough Contribution Points, I can pick and choose any cultivation practice I desire. In time, I'll be able to compensate for any shortcomings in my martial arts cultivation."

Unaware of Chu Hen's thoughts, Leng Yan assumed he had encountered a wayward soul ready to turn over a new leaf, an ideal candidate for tailored instruction and potential greatness in the future.

If he knew that this kid was attempting to practice the martial arts of demons and immortals, his jaw would surely hit the floor.

...

Time flew by.

After completing his training, Chu Hen returned to the Hongyun Tower, feeling so pleased that he forwent the usual exotic delicacies and simply ordered four seasonal dishes. The steward, quivering with caution, tested each of the four sets of dishes for poison. Chu Hen couldn't help but grin; this was likely the outcome of his earlier stern warnings.

Having thoroughly enjoyed his meal, Chu Hen generously gave the remaining three sets of dishes to the servants. Only after a satisfied burp did he set off to find Chu Jing.

"This meal, though modest, must have squandered an enormous amount of Hongyun Tower's manpower and resources. The ingredients alone were probably sifted through more than a dozen times. By that measure, this simple meal might cost more than the most extravagant feasts!"

As he reveled in his privileged treatment, he reflected, "I've been consciously frugal, yet an ordinary family might not afford such a meal even twice a year. Take the steamed fish with fine scales, for instance; such a succulent cold-water fish couldn't possibly thrive in just any pond. I can only imagine the lengths Hongyun Tower went to in order to satisfy my palate."

Before he knew it, he had arrived outside his sister's room.

"My brother has made it to the True Essence Realm, a cause for celebration indeed..."

Inside, the room was filled with the scent of incense. Chu Jing was seated in meditation, her legs crossed.

Her room, once as lavishly decorated as any other woman's, now bore a simple elegance. A few pots of bamboo and chrysanthemums, a candle stand, and several plates of seasonal fruits adorned the space, indicating she had likely uncovered the secrets of the Tao.

"...This is the 'Returning True Spirit Technique,' a more advanced practice that can replace the 'Returning Essence Basic Page.'"

"Remember, you must adhere to the book's guidelines and progress gradually. Do not give in to greed. I've arranged for the necessary ingredients to be collected, and the kitchen managers will provide them to you at mealtime."

"If you have any questions, you can ask me when I'm present. If I'm away, seek out Leng Yan."

Chu Jing then gracefully rose, approached the candle stand, and bowed, her face serene. "Sister, the sect calls for my attention on urgent matters, so I must not tarry. Please, take good care of yourself!"

The Returning True Spirit Technique? Saving a thousand Contribution Points was indeed a boon.

As Chu Hen caressed the ancient scroll, still warm to the touch, he felt a surge of excitement. Regaining his composure, he inquired, "Leng Yan has been with my sister for quite some time. Could he possibly be practicing this technique as well?"

"Not at all. How could he have access to this technique? Yet, his approach to cultivation is consistent and adept," came the reply.

"Protector Leng truly is a rarity. His passion for martial arts is profound. Can he be considered reliable?" Chu Hen probed cautiously.

"Most certainly. He hails from humble beginnings, appears cold but has a warm heart. Despite his cynicism, his loyalty is unwavering. If you find him compatible, I will have him accompany you," Chu Jing responded earnestly, turning to face her brother.

"But this technique..." Chu Hen began, his face betraying his concern.

"You may impart a few pointers, but always hold something back. It's like holding onto a kite in flight—maintain control," Chu Jing advised with a grave demeanor, emphasizing the importance of discretion in leadership.

Chu Hen nodded in understanding. In martial arts, the first four levels lay the foundation, while the final five levels build the edifice. The pinnacle of mortal cultivation lies at the summit of this structure.

Chu Jing had always kept the "True Spirit of Returning to Origin" scroll close, only sharing it with Chu Hen because of their familial bond. To an outsider, such profound techniques would never be shared so freely.

Were they not aware that in the world of martial arts, while talent is essential, superior techniques can significantly enhance a practitioner's abilities? Thus, even the foundational "True Spirit of Returning to Origin" required substantial resources and connections to acquire. For a modest family or business, this collection could alter their destiny.

Chu Hen was confident, with the backing of the King of the Gods, that these techniques were merely a trifle. In the future, once his endeavors bore fruit, he would have his pick of the finest techniques within the halls of the King of the Gods.

For now, mastering this was of the utmost importance.

Regarding Leng Yan, I had already devised several strategies.

The saying goes, "A wife is not as good as a concubine, a concubine not as good as a secret lover, and a secret lover not as good as one unattainable." The best is always what one cannot have. Chu Hen would hold this technique aloft, not releasing it until it was perfectly ripe.

Where there are great rewards, there will be brave souls. With such an alluring temptation, could Leng Yan remain unmoved?

Once his interest was piqued, the martial arts technique would be gradually taught to him, allowing him to internalize it fully, ensuring his compliance. This was akin to the principle that one should never overfeed an eagle.

"I've got it."

Sensing the profound concern, Chu Hen beamed with a smile as warm as the sun.

"Good, knowing you understand makes me feel much more relieved." Chu Jing returned the smile and pulled a silver object from her sleeve. It snapped into the shape of a ring upon exposure to the wind and slipped onto Chu Hen's finger.

"This is the Immortal Binding Chain... a low-level magical artifact forged from refined iron and enchantments! It's for your protection!" Chu Jing murmured.

"A magical artifact?" Chu Hen's eyes sparkled with excitement and delight.

The more casually Chu Jing spoke of it, the more Chu Hen realized its extraordinary value.

He had a vague memory of this artifact from the Hall of the King of the Gods. Now, seeing it in person, his appreciation for it deepened.

Setting aside its power, the intricate patterns on the ring's surface hinted at the flow of magical energies. Wearing it even caused ripples of True Essence within him. How could it not be precious?

"Indeed, Chen Sheng met his end because of it. Now that you've awakened your True Essence, you can wield it to strike enemies from afar." Chu Jing spoke nonchalantly, yet Chu Hen was profoundly astonished.

A magical artifact that could resonate with the True Essence within him was invaluable, even if it wasn't top-tier—far surpassing the likes of an ordinary Red Jade Bracelet, especially since it could attack without direct guidance...

"Sister... this is meant for your protection... I shouldn't..."

Chu Hen began to remove it.

Crafting a magical artifact was no simple feat. Even though his sister was held in high esteem by the sect, it was almost certain she wouldn't acquire a second one anytime soon.

"Take it! No need to dilly-dally. With my skills, no one in the sect would dare challenge me..." Chu Jing made a slashing motion, and a gentle force surged forth, at first tumultuous, then softening like a spring breeze, firm yet yielding, effortlessly dissolving Chu Hen's resistance.

She then smiled warmly, "We're family, there's no need for such formality. Besides, the sect master has already consented to your initiation into the sect, though we'll need to keep it under wraps for now. After all, legitimacy is essential for smooth discourse."

"The essence of the True Essence Returning Technique is derived from the sect, adhering to the natural order of things. It requires gradual progress; you mustn't rush it or be overzealous."

Under her commanding presence, Chu Jing's nurturing affection was unmistakable, her sincerity touching Chu Hen with a profound sense of care.

"I'll accept it, then!" Chu Hen realized that Chu Jing was resolute, and that being overly modest would be inappropriate. He felt a deep sense of gratitude, thinking, "To me, even though we're not related by blood, you've shown me such genuine kindness. I will surely not let you down in the future!"

Humans are not devoid of emotion like plants; how could they be indifferent?

Chu Hen was certainly not a man of shallow emotions. His circumstances had forced him into this life, and in response to such kindness, he vowed to reciprocate with even greater loyalty.

In this strange new world, free from the constraints of conventional rules, he still intended to live a life full of vitality and warmth. Having been someone's brother once, he knew the bond they shared was not to be taken lightly.

With peace of mind, he decided to accept the gift. Until he grew stronger, such a magical tool would surely be of great benefit without any drawbacks.