111: Chapter 111 Sun Chengzhu, plotting against the forces of heaven and earth!

At the foot of Boan Peak, on the martial arts training ground.

Sword Qi crisscrossed, leaving deep white marks on the bluestone slabs.

A teenager of thirteen or fourteen, holding a refined steel longsword, was swinging and slashing it over and over again.

Sweat had long since soaked his grey training clothes, dripping down his chin, yet he did not even blink, his expression incredibly focused!

Sun Chengzhu.

He possessed Metal and Water Dual Spiritual Roots. Among the cheng generation of the Sun Clan, he had the best Aptitude.

At this moment, Sun Mao sat on a grand armchair in a relaxed, imposing manner, holding a teacup, wholeheartedly guiding the cheng generation's cultivation:

"When striking with the sword, use thirty percent of your strength and keep seventy percent in reserve."

"Do you think this is a friendly sparring match?"

Sun Mao slammed his teacup heavily onto the wooden table, causing tea to splash everywhere:

"In a life-or-death battle, there is no regret once the sword is drawn!"

"Practice the eighteen sword forms of the 'Cloud Water Sword Art' five hundred more times!"

"Yes, Uncle!"

Sun Chengzhu gritted his teeth, flipped his wrist, and the sword light ignited once more.

He had already reached the fifth level of Qi Refining and had been accepted into the inner Sect of White Cloud Temple, cultivating a core Sword Dao Cultivation Technique that pointed directly to the Golden Core.

Sun Mao was extremely harsh with him, drilling him as if he were risking his life.

Watching the teenager's stubborn back, Sun Mao clenched his fists; the future of the Sun Clan rested entirely on this boy.

The day the Family was nearly wiped out remained fresh in his memory even today; he did not want to see his descendants slaughtered again!

Only by strengthening oneself can one survive!

In the blink of an eye, another month or two passed.

In the secret chamber of Boan Peak, the sound-insulating Formation was activated to its limit, preventing even a whisper of wind from entering.

Sun Mao, Sun Yao, and Sun Lin sat around a stone table, the illuminating moonstones emitting a cold, faint light.

"Younger Sister Yao, weren't you in seclusion?"

"Sending a message in the dead of night, has there been some change in the Sect?"

Sun Mao lowered his voice, his gaze sharp; they had just stabilized for a period, and the clan needed time to recuperate; they could not afford any losses.

Sun Yao, with a cold and composed expression, took out a Jade Slip and pushed it to the center of the table.

"It is not a change, but an Opportunity."

"A massive Opportunity!"

Her eyes burned as she swept her gaze over her two brothers.

"The blessed land of White Cloud Temple, the Sword Tomb of Returning Origin, this is not a secret. I received the news a few days ago and have confirmed it repeatedly."

"The 'Returning Origin Profound Sword Qi' gestating within the Sword Tomb of Returning Origin is about to take shape!"

Sun Mao's pupils contracted sharply.

heaven and earth qi!

This was the core Foundation for Core Formation!

"How does Temple Master Daoist Yun Du plan to distribute this?"

"Do we have a chance to compete for it?"

Sun Lin frowned deeply and asked.

"The original successor was Yun Che, but Yun Che fell during the last Kunyuan Secret Realm, and since there are no young Sword Cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage, the successor has not yet been determined."

"Our Sun Clan branch naturally has a chance!"

"It is a pity that I have already walked the Cloud Dao, Brother Mao specializes in the Earth Dao, and Third Brother, you specialize in the Wood Dao; none of us are suitable to inherit heaven and earth qi."

"Even if we were to change our Cultivation Technique, it is already too late."

"However, the young Disciples of the cheng generation have a chance to fight for it!"

Hearing this, Sun Mao took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently.

He stared fixedly at the Jade Slip, his gaze becoming extremely dangerous.

"You want Chengzu to compete for it?"

"Why not compete?"

Sun Yao retorted, her tone gradually revealing a ruthless streak: "Chengzu has Metal and Water Dual Spiritual Roots, which are the most compatible with Sword Dao."

"Moreover, even without relying on external forces like heaven and earth qi, a dual-Spiritual Root Cultivator has a ten percent chance of reaching Core Formation. If we add heaven and earth qi, and with our full-force cultivation..."

"In the future, there will be at least a forty percent probability of Core Formation!"

"As long as he can reach the Perfection of Foundation Establishment before the age of sixty, he will be qualified to enter the Sword Tomb and fight for that strand of heaven and earth qi!"

"But the resistance will be too great."

Sun Lin shook his head, maintaining his rationality: "We are outsiders, and the other young Disciples have Peak Masters and powerful Elders backing them."

"As for our Sun Clan, we only have eighteen people in total; our Foundation is too shallow. What can we use to compete with them?"

"Shallow Foundation?"

Sun Yao smiled.

She stretched out her slender finger and pointed to the north; that was the direction of Zixiao Peak.

"The backer behind us is a Golden Core Old Ancestor!"

Sun Yao's voice was very low, yet firm and resonant: "As long as Chengzu proves himself and displays overwhelming Aptitude, who would dare to sabotage him in the dark? The Old Ancestor's Purple Heaven Divine Thunder does not show favoritism!"

"Everything requires a price, and even more so, one must demonstrate one's own value."

"As long as Chengzu's value is high enough, even my master would never say a word of opposition. The Dual Spiritual Roots are Chengzu's value!"

The secret chamber fell into dead silence.

Sun Mao stood up and paced back and forth in the narrow space.

His left shoulder was still a bit stiff; that was a hidden injury from back then.

After a long time, he stopped, pressed his hands on the stone table, his eyes filled with unwillingness after weighing the pros and cons!

The tragedy of the past must never be repeated!

"Compete!"

Sun Mao said word by word, gritting his teeth: "Using the strength of the entire clan, even if we have to smash everything we have, we will push Chengzu to the Perfection of Foundation Establishment!"

"The Sun Clan cannot be a vassal forever; we need our own Golden Core Master!"

At the summit of Zixiao Peak.

Thunderclouds rolled, and purple lightning resembled a Dragon.

Shi Jian's massive body lay coiled on the edge of the Thunder Pool. He slowly opened his tightly closed eyes, his purple-gold vertical pupils reflecting the scene of Boan Peak.

He seemed to have sensed something, but remained unmoved; everything was under his control.

As Shi Jian's mind stirred.

On the surface of his body, a layer of materialized purple-gold thunder Thunder Armor instantly appeared.

The thunder light flowed, completely wrapping his five-zhang-tall body; whether it was defense, strength, or speed, everything had been greatly enhanced!

This was the Divine Ability mastered in the first layer of the "Mad Thunder Demon Classic": Thunder Armor!

He raised his bear paw and clenched his fist violently.

The air instantly emitted a groan, an unbearable sonic boom!

Just then, ripples appeared in the Formation.

A message talisman tore through the air and hovered outside the Thunder Pool.

Shi Jian swept his Divine Sense across it.

It was the voice transmission from Perfected Qing Shan!

"Fellow Daoist Shi, the water-avoidance Magical Artifact and the trapping Formation are all prepared."

"Three days later, we will meet at Qingguang Sect to go out to sea and hunt demons!"

Shi Jian stood up, his five-zhang-tall Thunder Bear body erupting with a terrifying ferocity.

His bones emitted a series of muffled cracks, and the thunder light shot straight into the sky, tearing a huge hole in the sky full of thunderclouds.

"It's been over half a year; my bones are almost rusting."

"It has finally arrived."

Shi Jian opened his bloody maw, revealing his sharp, white fangs.

In his purple-gold thunder pupils, Battle Intent boiled; this was also a good Opportunity to properly test the "Mad Thunder Demon Classic" he had created!

"Level 5 Sea Ape Beast..."

"I hope it will allow me to stretch my muscles and bones properly; don't let me be too disappointed."