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Chapter Two Hundred Fifty
However, the only disciple that Sun Wukong acknowledged and recognized was Zhao Yang. This was not only because the boy could speak and pleased him, but also because he possessed a fierce determination and was particularly filial, always bringing joy to him. During their three years together, Zhao Yang told countless jokes and brought him plenty of food. He was incredibly clever, understanding everything with just a hint; a disciple like this might not appear even once in a thousand years.
Yet, he had to admit that among all those he had guided, Zhao Yang had the worst aptitude. Then, inexplicably, he bestowed upon Zhao Yang an even worse Chaotic Root, which essentially doomed Zhao Yang's future. No matter how tirelessly he practiced day and night or how many fortuitous encounters he had, it was unlikely he would achieve any Great Achievement in his lifetime. Once the Chaotic Root was implanted, it could not be removed. Thus, he told Zhao Yang that the cultivation of those with a Chaotic Root could never be discarded.
He left without saying a word, and the reason he passed on the Thirty-Six Celestial Generals to Zhao Yang's sister was to alleviate his guilt; to put it bluntly, he had given up on Zhao Yang.
As he was leaving, the boy's eyes were red as he called out for his master. Feeling guilty and reluctant to part with him, Sun Wukong gave Zhao Yang three strands of Monkey Hair.
He could see that this cunning disciple might know many things; he even suspected that Zhao Yang had crossed over from another world and was familiar with everything about him since in his previous life, he had been quite a notable figure.
However, he also recognized the boy's pure heart, filled with reliance and trust towards his cynical master.
Still, Sun Wukong lacked confidence in Zhao Yang's rise; after all, this was a world where strength was paramount.
But Sun Wukong never imagined that Zhao Yang would have such incredible luck that fortune would seek him out. The Spirit Pearl resolved all troubles.
Even more astonishingly, no one could consume spiritual herbs in unlimited quantities. Yet in this world, only Zhao Yang at his level could consume them without any side effects—unless he overindulged.
He never had to worry about hitting a bottleneck either because of his extensive reading; one could say there was no one in the world who read more than him. To him, bottlenecks were non-existent.
Zhao Yang walked through the dense jungle, feeling his body becoming lighter. He recalled that not long ago he had just experienced an out-of-body state during his Primordial Spirit's emergence when he encountered a gigantic beast resembling a Qilin. It appeared larger than the Qilin totems described in legends. The place where this ferocious beast resided was precisely where the Demon Empress had warned him not to go. At that time, he was already quite far from the Demon Empress's territory. The beast breathed fire and radiated a powerful Great Demon aura; wherever it passed, grass and trees withered away and could not survive.
The beast before him was an Ancient Beast, and judging by its appearance, it was likely the legendary Pixiu. In the past, Pixiu was a symbol of good fortune and power, but it was still a ferocious beast, a distant descendant of the Qilin. The combat power of Pixiu was unimaginable; its blood contained the might of the Qilin, and its cultivation level was at least at the Dao Fruit Stage. Zhao Yang had intruded into its territory to harvest rare herbs and was soon discovered, leading to a thrilling battle between man and beast.
Pixiu was exceptionally fierce, breathing fire and roaring like thunder, stirring up endless storms that sent waves crashing through the forest. Some powerful lurking beasts were startled into emerging from their lairs to investigate. Zhao Yang initially intended to use the Transform into Sheep Technique to understand this Pixiu better, but the noise was overwhelming. He swallowed hard; it had been a long time since he had tasted meat. For days, he had been living on herbal nourishment, his burps filled with the scent of medicine. His face flushed as if he were slightly intoxicated; after all, such potent medicinal energy would not go unnoticed. However, Zhao Yang's Chaotic Root was too domineering; it could absorb all medicinal energy and convert excess True Qi into the Perfect Foundation Cauldron without limit.
At critical moments, the stored True Qi could prove invaluable.
After this battle, Zhao Yang was astonished to discover that his healing ability had significantly improved. Although it wasn't as exaggerated as that of Tian Dao, which could restore a person’s vitality in an instant by consuming their life essence, his self-repair capability allowed him to heal any internal injuries not touching upon the Great Dao quickly—at a speed visible to the naked eye.
With such recovery effects, Zhao Yang sensed that this was closely related to the peculiar Tricolor Sacred Lotus he had harvested from Heavenly Mechanism Mountain.
It was said that the Tricolor Sacred Lotus not only had healing properties but could also determine victory between evenly matched opponents; whoever possessed it would have another chance at full health.
Soon after, numerous beasts were stirred up. Fearing unforeseen circumstances and knowing one person could hardly contend with many beasts, Zhao Yang swiftly took flight. With Windwalker Boots on his feet, his already impressive speed became astonishingly fast; in the blink of an eye, he vanished from Sky-Connecting Forest where Pixiu resided.
During his six-month journey, Zhao Yang encountered centipedes over a hundred meters long and snakes of similar length, both of which he killed without hesitation. They were too repulsive and posed a threat as apex predators; he couldn't allow them to survive since they were low in intelligence and bloodthirsty.
Later on, Zhao Yang even encountered descendants of the legendary Qiongqi. None were pureblooded; if they had been pureblood Qiongqi, the consequences would have been dire. Qiongqi were notorious man-eating beasts; Zhao Yang had heard tales about them. Determined to hunt down a Qiongqi that had slept for a hundred years, he roasted it in the forest. Soon enough, a savory aroma filled the air as he sprinkled some salt and pepper on the meat from his pocket, salivating uncontrollably as he began to gulp down pieces before they were fully cooked.
If anyone else had witnessed this scene, they would surely have gone mad. Qiongqi possessed one of the most potent bloodlines among ferocious beasts and was said to be one of the four strongest ancient beasts. Any single one could slay human cultivators at the Tribulation Period with ease; just one vicious Qiongqi appearing could decimate human populations without resistance.
Now, however, the bloodline power of its descendants was diluted; opposing humans would be sheer folly for them. This kind of ferocious beast could only be dealt with by sect leaders or elders—no young person could handle it safely—but Zhao Yang brazenly consumed such a notorious Qiongqi.
And he did so with an air of arrogance as if he were merely hunting a wild rabbit.
In a one-on-one situation, Zhao Yang had yet to encounter any worthy opponents.
After six months of training, Zhao Yang had gained a profound understanding of his own insights at the Divine Transformation Stage. He was aware that such rapid advancement in cultivation could be a double-edged sword; however, it was clear that for Zhao Yang, this swift growth had not brought about any adverse effects.
In just half a year, Zhao Yang had progressed from the early stages of the Divine Transformation Stage to the Great Perfection of the Divine Transformation Stage. Yet, no one knew that without the Enlightenment Realm, the Tricolor Sacred Lotus, and the Endless Elixir that he had consumed, he would not have been able to achieve such rapid progress.
Zhao Yang looked up at the sunrise in the east, knowing it was time to return to Zhongzhou.
But just then, he spotted Shiyunsheng.
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