8: Chapter 8 Supernatural Powers and Treasure Techniques

Ling Jiuxiao took the roster, glanced at it briefly, and then handed it to Chu Changsheng with both hands, almost reverently.

The anticipation in his eyes was overflowing, thick and inseparable!

"Grand Elder Chu, these are the best of our Sect's younger generation!"

His voice trembled slightly with excitement, yet it remained as resonant as a bell.

"Every one of them is gifted and diligent, truly a one-in-a-million talent! Please take a look, are there any that catch your eye?"

He paused, took a deep breath, as if pouring all his fervent hope into every word that followed.

"If they could be taken under your wing and carefully nurtured, they would surely become the pillars of our Sect in the future! They would expand our territory and recreate the glory of the past for our Xuantian Sect!"

His voice carried urgency, anticipation, and a longing that had been suppressed for far too long.

He could already see it.

He could see these young Disciples, under Chu Changsheng's guidance, growing into peerless powerhouses who would shake the Southern Region, leading the Xuantian Sect to an unprecedented Peak!

This image was so clear, it felt as if it were right before his eyes!

However—

Chu Changsheng did not take the roster.

He slowly turned away, leaving everyone with a detached and ethereal back view.

His back was as straight as a pine, yet as elusive as a cloud, as if he could ride the wind and merge into this world at any moment.

"I accept the Sect Master's good intentions. But when I take on Disciples, I only look at fate."

His voice was calm, but his tone was as firm as a millennium-old rock, unmoved by wind or waves.

"When fate arrives, everything will naturally fall into place."

His gaze drifted into the distance, piercing through layers of clouds and crossing rolling mountains, as if searching for that invisible, intangible, yet real thread of fate.

As for these so-called elites in the roster—

He seemed to have little interest.

Ling Jiuxiao was slightly stunned.

He never expected Chu Changsheng to answer this way.

At a time when the Sect needed people, in this moment of undercurrents, shouldn't he be widely recruiting Disciples and strengthening their power? Why...

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled with realization.

This smile contained understanding, as well as helplessness.

He tried to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere:

"Grand Elder Chu values fate when taking Disciples, that is... quite unique, with a certain otherworldly charm."

He weighed his words carefully.

"It's just..."

He took a deep breath, his tone becoming earnest, filled with a Sect Master's worries for his Sect.

"The Sect is currently in need of talent, and various forces are stirring, with undercurrents surging."

"If a few more outstanding Disciples could join Grand Elder Chu's tutelage, it would be of great benefit to the future development of the Sect..."

His voice lowered, carrying a tone of near-begging.

"In the future, when we face power struggles with other Sects, we will also be able to... have more confidence."

Earnest and sincere.

His words were heartfelt.

He hoped Chu Changsheng would change his mind.

After these words were spoken, the courtyard fell into a brief silence.

It was so quiet one could hear the rustling of wind through bamboo leaves, so quiet one could hear the crane calls from the distant clouds—long and clear, piercing the sky and echoing among the mountains.

Chu Changsheng's gaze finally returned from the distant horizon.

He turned slowly, his eyes, deep as a sea of stars, falling upon Ling Jiuxiao's face, which was full of anticipation.

A trace of an almost imperceptible curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This smile was as faint as light smoke, there yet not there, but it made Ling Jiuxiao's heart jump inexplicably—as if something had gently plucked his heartstrings.

"I understand the concerns of the Sect Master and the Elders."

Chu Changsheng's gaze swept over everyone, from Ling Jiuxiao to every Elder.

This gaze was calm as water, yet deep as an abyss, as if it could see through the deepest worries and expectations in everyone's heart.

Then, he spoke slowly.

His voice was not loud, one could even say it was calm.

But every word was like a great bell, carrying a heavy weight, clearly striking everyone's ears, and even more so, their hearts:

"Rest assured, everyone."

"I, Chu Changsheng, was born in Xuantian, and grew up in Xuantian."

He paused, and his eyes suddenly brightened, as if stars were exploding within them.

"As long as I exist—"

"I will protect Xuantian for as long as I live."

The words fell.

An indescribable Aura spread quietly with him as the center.

Majestic yet restrained, vast yet calm.

He was not deliberately exerting pressure, yet it was like an undercurrent surging beneath the deep sea, like clouds pressing down from the firmament.

All the powerful Elders present instantly felt it—

The spiritual power within their bodies actually stagnated slightly at this moment!

This was an absolute gap in the level of life!

This was the trembling from the Soul when an ant looks up at a Dragon!

Ling Jiuxiao and the Elders were startled upon hearing this.

Immediately, a complex and indescribable excitement surged like a tide into their hearts, into their eyes, into every pore!

This promise from Chu Changsheng—

It weighed heavier than a thousand jun!

It was far more real, more shocking, and more blood-boiling than recruiting a few Genius Disciples!

With him sitting in command, the Xuantian Sect had a true anchor! They had the confidence to sit firmly on the fishing platform regardless of the rising winds and waves!

"As for the Legacy—"

Chu Changsheng shifted the topic slightly, looking again at the roster with flowing golden light in Ling Jiuxiao's hand.

His expression remained indifferent, as indifferent as if looking at a pile of mundane objects.

"My Dao is not something ordinary geniuses can inherit. Forcing it will not only be useless but will cause harm instead."

His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable certainty.

"If there is truly someone with compatible fate, I will naturally not let a pearl be covered in dust."

Before the words faded—

He raised his hand.

His fingertip pointed vaguely into the air.

Just a single point.

In an instant!

The roster in Ling Jiuxiao's hand, woven with spirit jade silk, impervious to water and fire, and resistant to blades and swords, silently—turned into a handful of fine light spots!

The light spots danced like fireflies, flashing with dreamlike radiance, circling and flowing in the morning sun, before dissipating into nothingness.

No trace was left behind.

As if it had never existed.

This move—

It was miraculous!

His control over power had reached the Transcendent stage!

It once again caused a monstrous wave in everyone's hearts, shocking them so much they almost forgot to breathe!

"The roster has been read; let this matter rest for now."

Chu Changsheng's tone was indifferent, as if he had only done a trivial thing.

But it also put an end to this debate.

His way of "having read" it was truly unique, yet it also completely cut off the possibility of further persuasion by Ling Jiuxiao and the others.

Ling Jiuxiao looked at his empty palms, lost in thought.

A moment later, he gave a bitter smile.

In this bitter smile, there was helplessness, relief, and even a trace of heartfelt admiration.

Finally, it turned into a long sigh.

He cupped his hands and bowed deeply—the angle of this bow was deeper than ever before.

"Yes... we understand."

His voice was low and respectful.

"Everything will be in accordance with Grand Elder Chu's wishes."

The Elders behind him also bowed one after another, saying no more.

They knew—

With Chu Changsheng's promise to "protect the Sect," their goal for the day had been exceeded in a certain sense.

Even far beyond their wildest imagination.

Chu Changsheng nodded slightly.

He said no more.

He turned around and looked again at the distant mountains where the sea of clouds churned.

Bathed in the morning sun, his figure was covered in a layer of faint golden light, making him appear even more otherworldly and ethereal, as if he had merged with this world, becoming one without distinction.

Ling Jiuxiao and the others stood still for a moment.

Seeing that Chu Changsheng had no further instructions, they bowed respectfully and quietly retreated from the secluded courtyard.

Every step was careful, for fear of disturbing that Transcendent tranquility.

After walking out of the courtyard and moving away from that invisible pressure—

An Elder finally couldn't help but lower his voice and speak:

"Sect Master..."

He looked back at the courtyard half-hidden by clouds and mist, his eyes filled with awe and confusion.

"What kind of 'fate' is Grand Elder Chu waiting for?"

Ling Jiuxiao's steps paused slightly.

He also looked back toward the depths of the clouds and mist. His gaze was so deep it seemed to pierce through everything, yet it seemed to see nothing at all.

After a long while, he shook his head slowly.

"The realm of the Grand Elder, his thoughts and considerations, are no longer something we can fathom."

His voice was low, yet carried an inexplicable certainty.

"Perhaps, he is not waiting for a person, but an opportunity—an opportunity that can allow our Xuantian Sect to truly transform."

He raised his head, looking at the rolling mountains of the Xuantian Sect, and further toward the outlines of other Sect forces faintly visible in the distance.

These outlines flickered in the clouds and mist, like beasts lurking in the dark, ready to pounce at any moment.

His tone became as firm as iron.

"Since Grand Elder Chu has given his promise, we must work even harder, reorganize internal affairs, so that we can live up to the Grand Elder's expectations and deal with future storms!"

With that, he strode away.

His pace was steadier and more powerful than when he arrived.

Inside the courtyard.

Chu Changsheng stood alone for a long time.

Until the sun was high, until the clouds cleared, until the sunlight covered the entire Changsheng Peak, he slowly withdrew his gaze.

And at this moment, Xuanyuan Zhanxian—

Was fully immersed in Cultivation.

Like a seed buried deep underground, working hard to absorb nutrients in the darkness, silently accumulating strength, waiting for the moment to break through the soil.

Finally.

After completely stabilizing his Core Formation Middle Stage Cultivation, he chose to come out of seclusion.

At this moment, he radiated an inner and steady Aura.

Not flashy, not dazzling, yet like a peerless precious sword that had undergone a thousand hammerings—though its sharpness was hidden, it was hard to conceal; though his Killing Intent was restrained, it made people afraid to look directly at him.

As soon as he came out of seclusion, Xuanyuan Zhanxian went straight to where Chu Changsheng was without hesitation.

Every step was firm and powerful.

Every breath was filled with longing.

Stepping into the hall.

He saw—

Chu Changsheng was sitting with his eyes closed in contemplation, surrounded by faint emerald-gold spiritual power.

This spiritual power was like agile mist, gently wrapping around him, flowing slowly, as if he and the surrounding world had already merged into one, indistinguishable from each other.

He sat there quietly, yet it seemed as if he was sitting in command of the entire world, sitting in command of the river of time.

This scene stirred a deep sense of awe in Xuanyuan Zhanxian's heart.

His Revered Master's strength, his Revered Master's mystery, were like a mass of fog, further stimulating his determination to follow in his Revered Master's footsteps and explore a deeper path of Cultivation.

He took a deep breath and called out softly:

"Revered Master."

The voice was soft, yet it was like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, breaking the tranquility of the hall and stirring up layers of ripples.

Chu Changsheng slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, emerald-gold light flashed and disappeared—

Brief, yet dazzling, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, instantly illuminating Xuanyuan Zhanxian's heart.

A gratified smile appeared on his face.

This smile was warm and kind, just like the warm sun in winter, dispelling all cold and gloom.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

His gaze swept slowly over Xuanyuan Zhanxian, nodding with satisfaction.

"As expected of the Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Body. How does the Cultivation feel?"

Xuanyuan Zhanxian bowed respectfully, his movements meticulous and full of reverence.

"Revered Master, this Disciple feels that the spiritual power within the body is becoming more refined and mellow, and the control over the Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Body has also reached a higher level."

He raised his head, his eyes flashing with excitement and pride.

This light was like the rising morning sun, full of vitality and hope.

"Now that I am performing the 'Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Art', the power has increased a lot. The Disciple can feel the mysteries of Yin and Yang contained within it more and more clearly, and feels even more that this Cultivation Technique is... unfathomable!"

Yes, unfathomable.

The results of these few days of Cultivation filled him with infinite confidence in the future!

It allowed him to see a broader sky and a more distant road!

Chu Changsheng nodded slightly, his eyes full of appreciation.

"Not bad."

"You have outstanding talent and are diligent and hardworking; your future achievements will surely be limitless."

After saying that—

His mind moved.

He took an item from the System space.

It was a scroll glowing with deep blue light.

As soon as it appeared, the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop a few degrees.

The deep blue light was profound and mysterious, as if it contained the power of the primordial wilderness, as if it were telling ancient and distant legends, telling of those glories long buried by time.

Ten Fiends Treasure Technique—Kunpeng Treasure Technique!

He threw it gently.

The Treasure Technique scroll was like a stream of deep blue light, cutting through the air and flying toward Xuanyuan Zhanxian.

"This technique is an ancient forbidden Divine Ability Treasure Technique—the Kunpeng Treasure Technique."

Chu Changsheng's voice was solemn and serious, as if he were passing on a sacred mission carrying countless expectations, as if he were handing the weight of the entire primordial era into Xuanyuan Zhanxian's hands.

"It complements your Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Body."

"Cultivate it to Major Achievement, and you can become the Incarnation of the ancient Kunpeng, roaming the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands, traversing the Universe—"

He paused, enunciating every word.

"Capable of anything."

"Today, I will pass it on to you. I hope you will Cultivate it well and not let down my expectations."

Xuanyuan Zhanxian caught it steadily with both hands.

The moment his hands touched the scroll glowing with deep blue light—

Boom!!!

Within his body, the Taiji Yin and Yang Qi seemed to be pulled by some powerful force, and spontaneously began to operate crazily!

The speed of the operation was faster and more violent than ever before, as if it wanted to break through all shackles and tear apart all restraints!

The runes on the scroll flowed as if they had life!

Ancient and mysterious, each one contained the ultimate principles of heaven and earth, each one carried the memories of the primordial era.

They flashed with mysterious light, like living spirits, leaping from the scroll and instantly merging into Xuanyuan Zhanxian's glabella!

The moment the runes entered his body—

A brilliant radiance exploded in Xuanyuan Zhanxian's Sea of Consciousness!

The radiance was like stars shining in the night sky, like fireworks blooming in the darkness, dazzling and breathtakingly beautiful!

This was the awakening of ancient memories, the inheritance of the will of the ancient Kunpeng!

"Boom—!"

Around Xuanyuan Zhanxian, black and white divine light suddenly erupted!

The divine light entwined and spiraled upward, its Aura so majestic it seemed to want to break through the firmament!

Black and white, the Yin and Yang Qi, crazily intertwined and rotated around him, forming a shocking Taiji Diagram!

And above this Taiji Diagram—

Behind him, a phantom of the Kunpeng appeared faintly!

The phantom sometimes turned into a giant bird covering the sky and the sun, and with a spread of its wings, it seemed to be able to cover the entire sky!

With a gentle flap of its wings, it could stir up endless storms, disrupt the winds and clouds of heaven and earth, make all things tremble, and make mountains and rivers change color!

The phantom sometimes turned into a giant fish roaming the vast sea, and with a sway of its body, it seemed to be able to trigger monstrous waves!

With a gentle flick of its tail, it could shake the Universe, overturn rivers and seas, make the sun and moon lose their luster, and make the stars fall!

This was exactly—

The phenomenon of Yin and Yang generating each other!

It vividly displayed the wonderful scene of the Fusion of the Taiji Yin-Yang Divine Body and the Kunpeng Treasure Technique!

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Chu Changsheng watched this scene with satisfaction, his eyes full of surprise and admiration.

"As expected of a child of golden Luck. An ancient forbidden Divine Ability Treasure Technique, he can understand it as soon as he tries, truly—"

A smile curved at the corner of his mouth.

"Amazing!"

He knew that Xuanyuan Zhanxian's potential far exceeded the imagination of ordinary people.

In the future, he would surely become a generation of powerhouses who would shake the world!

He would surely leave his own legend in this world!

Immediately—

He waved his hand casually.

An invisible barrier was instantly laid down, locking this powerful and mysterious Aura tightly, sealing it firmly within the hall.

To prevent the Aura from leaking.

To avoid unnecessary trouble.

After all, in this world—

There are too many people coveting geniuses.