Chapter 459

Chapter 459: Child of Fortune (Part 1)

Wang Chen took out the Celestial Order.

Every celestial guardian of the West Sea Sect’s Outgoing Assignment receives a jade token to prove their identity.

But its function is not limited to that.

The Celestial Order also serves as a spirit tool, providing Protection, warding off evil, and calming the mind. Moreover, it can change its appearance at will, transforming into a jade pendant or a hairpin to be worn.

Additionally, the Celestial Order can assess root bone talent.

Celestial guardians on Outgoing Assignments may stay in their assigned areas for three to five years, or even longer.

Being new to a place and unfamiliar with the surroundings, they often need to cultivate trusted subordinates.

This function of the Celestial Order proves to be quite useful.

It can also help the sect discover geniuses in cultivation hidden in rural areas!

It can even serve as a form of welfare.

Wang Chen noticed that the young boy, Meng Fei, possessed a certain spiritual quality, which prompted him to bring out the Celestial Order.

He intended to test Meng Fei’s root bone talent.

If the boy truly had potential, Wang Chen would not mind forming a Good Relationship with him.

“Come here.”

He said to Meng Fei, “Drop a drop of blood on it.”

Looking at the radiant Jade Slip before him, Meng Fei felt a bit bewildered and did not fully understand Wang Chen’s intention.

However, having spent much of his life navigating the bustling streets and enduring numerous hardships, he remained sharp-witted and resilient.

He knew Wang Chen meant him no harm, so after only a brief hesitation, he drew a dagger from his waist, pricked his finger, and let a drop of blood fall onto the Jade Slip.

The boy timidly asked, “Immortal Master, is this enough?”

Wang Chen nodded, his gaze fixed on the Jade Slip.

Meng Fei’s blood was instantly absorbed by the Celestial Order, and the surface of the spirit tool glowed lightly with blood light.

In just a moment, a wisp of ethereal spiritual energy rose, forming nearly transparent cloud patterns.

One, two, three…

In the blink of an eye, eight cloud patterns had coalesced above the Celestial Order.

Eight-pattern root bone!

At that moment, Wang Chen’s heart raced with excitement.

These cloud patterns were manifestations of spiritual energy; the stronger the root bone talent, the more patterns would form.

For those Possessing Cultivation Root Bones, the minimum would be one pattern, while the maximum could reach nine!

Meng Fei actually had an eight-pattern root bone, placing him among the top talents even within the West Sea Sect, where cultivators were as numerous as clouds.

As for a nine-pattern root bone, that was a rare natural Dao seed, something one could only hope to encounter by chance.

An eight-pattern root bone was already exceedingly rare.

Such a prodigious talent, yet he could only struggle in obscurity within the underground—truly a pity and a lament!

With Meng Fei’s innate gifts, had he been nurtured with care from a young age and provided with ample resources, he could have undoubtedly achieved the Purple Palace or Golden Core, and perhaps even the Yuan Ying!

Regrettably, he missed the optimal period for Foundation Building, and his future may not shine as brightly.

Indeed, had he not encountered Wang Chen, this gifted youth might have met his end in the streets one day. Forget about attaining the Golden Core or Yuan Ying; even reaching the Qi Training Realm would have been a distant dream!

Noticing Wang Chen’s grave expression, Meng Fei grew anxious: “Immortal Master, is there something amiss?”

Wang Chen shook his head and waved away the cloud patterns on the Celestial Order.

He inquired, “What technique are you cultivating?”

This was the most perplexing aspect for Wang Chen.

With Meng Fei’s potential, how could he have failed to break through after five years of Transcendence? Could his eight-pattern root bone be a falsehood?

“Xuan Yuan Technique.”

Meng Fei retrieved a slender booklet from his pocket: “I taught myself.”

He cherished this secret book like a priceless treasure, never parting with it.

Yet, Meng Fei did not believe Wang Chen would covet his technique.

In truth, if Wang Chen desired it, Meng Fei would have willingly offered it, as he had already committed its contents to memory.

Xuan Yuan Technique?

Wang Chen pondered briefly but found no recollection of it.

This was hardly surprising; the Mountain-Sea Realm is vast, teeming with countless immortal sects and an innumerable array of techniques.

There were so many things he had neither seen nor heard of!

Wang Chen asked, “May I take a look?”

“Of course.”

Meng Fei hastily replied, “I am willing to present it to the Immortal Master.”

Wang Chen chuckled softly: “What need have I for your technique?”

The Preheaven Five Element Technique he practiced led directly to the Golden Core path; it was unthinkable for him to switch to another fundamental technique.

Why would he covet another’s method?

Taking the secret book, Wang Chen flipped through a few pages before returning it to Meng Fei.

He asked, “Where did you obtain this technique?”

Meng Fei hesitated momentarily before answering, “I found it.”

In truth, he had scavenged it from a corpse. Years ago, he stumbled upon two cultivators who had slain each other in combat, and he discovered this secret book on one of them.

At the time, Meng Fei regarded it as a treasure and began cultivating based on its contents.

Yet, he had still not become a true cultivator.

“Do not practice it any longer.”

Wang Chen remarked, “This technique is riddled with errors. You’re fortunate not to have gone astray.”

Wang Chen was genuinely impressed by Meng Fei. Despite practicing with a randomly acquired technique, he had managed to avoid any major mishaps.

It’s hard to say whether he was lucky or unlucky!

In reality, anyone with even a basic knowledge of cultivation would know better than to use such a handwritten manual for practice.

Techniques are not casually passed down; the transmission of sect techniques is highly rigorous. The method seeds given to disciples are all bound by oath seals, ensuring they can only be practiced by the recipient and not shared with others.

As for these secret manuals, many are deliberately disseminated by immortal sects, filled with errors and omissions.

They are often exploited by unscrupulous merchants to deceive inexperienced newcomers, like those referred to as Little White.

“What?”

Meng Fei felt as though he had been struck by lightning, his mind going blank.

He had never imagined that the treasure he had clung to for altering his fate would turn out to be a fake product!

All the pain and hardship he had endured in his cultivation over the past five years had become a cruel joke!

Seeing the young man’s despondent expression, Wang Chen couldn’t help but feel a pang of pity: “It’s fortunate you didn’t harm yourself. You still have the opportunity to change your method and reshape your root bone…”

At this point, Wang Chen’s thoughts suddenly paused.

Practicing a technique incorrectly could potentially damage one’s root bone foundation.

Meng Fei had practiced a false technique under such adverse conditions and had just tested as having an eight-pattern root bone.

Could it be that his innate root bone was even higher?

Damn!

Recalling his own meager root bone specific number, Wang Chen sighed deeply at the injustice of fate.

People truly are different!

Meng Fei might indeed be a child of fortune, and his early trials could merely be the Resources for his future rise!

“Please, Immortal Master, guide me!”

While Wang Chen was lost in thought, Meng Fei suddenly knelt before him, kowtowing repeatedly: “I am willing to serve you in any way to repay your kindness!”

A few children in the small courtyard, unaware of what was happening, saw their elder brother kneeling and kowtowing and assumed he had offended Wang Chen. They were all terrified, their faces turning pale, and quickly knelt down as well.

Wang Chen found himself both amused and exasperated, reaching out to help Meng Fei up: “There’s no need for this. I will help you.”

Then a thought suddenly occurred to him.

If Meng Fei truly is a child of fortune, does that make me his grandpa?