Chapter 810
by fanqienovelChapter 810: Entry into the Path
On the Taiwu Mountain Range, an unnamed high cliff.
At the top of the rocky ledge, Wang Chen sat on the ground.
Wearing a plain white robe, he sat cross-legged with closed eyes, drifting into a state of meditation, taking breaths after long intervals.
Morning mist swirled around him, and white clouds rose, creating an illusion of a fairyland.
Wang Chen seemed to merge with this world, inseparable from the rocks beneath him.
He had been sitting there for three days and nights!
“Ying ying!”
Suddenly, a white fox sprang onto the rock, flicking its fluffy tail and lightly calling out to Wang Chen.
Wang Chen abruptly opened his eyes.
It felt as if he had awakened from a long slumber, like a sword drawn from its sheath, his dark eyes gleaming with divine light, revealing an incredibly powerful aura.
“I have entered the path…”
A faint sigh echoed in Wang Chen’s mind.
The white fox stood on its hind legs, quickly wrapping its tail around its body. In a flash of white light, it transformed into a beautiful little girl, with rosy lips and white teeth, her hair done in two buns!
Wang Chen smiled and reached out his hand to the little girl.
She wrinkled her nose, but still obediently placed her small hand in Wang Chen’s palm.
Wang Chen said, “Let’s go.”
More than half a month ago, Hu Jiao Jiao successfully mastered the Transformation Skill, and during the process of safeguarding her, Wang Chen grasped a hint of the Heavenly Heart Path’s mysteries.
After half a month of understanding and cultivation, Wang Chen finally distilled his own path intent.
He had entered the extraordinary state!
With Hu Jiao Jiao, Wang Chen returned to their home in Kuan Liu Alley.
Just as he reached the front door, he noticed a light gold letter hanging on it.
Wang Chen reached out to take it and opened it, discovering it was from Mo Han, official of Taiwu Pavilion.
In the letter, the cultivator expressed his hope that Wang Chen could attend the discussion meeting on the laws at Qinyun Palace on Taiwu Mountain this month.
Originally, Wang Chen was supposed to attend this meeting last month.
However, after obtaining treasures from Elder Yao’s secret vault, he got delayed by Hu Jiao Jiao’s transformation and missed the event.
It was clear that Mo Han was not giving up and was inviting Wang Chen again.
Wang Chen calculated the days; it was only two days away, and after some thought, he decided to visit Qinyun Palace.
Mo Han was a decent person; had he not stepped in to block the city guard during Hu Jiao Jiao’s critical transformation moment, Wang Chen would have faced trouble.
It was only right to return the favor to him.
Once home, Hu Jiao Jiao let go of Wang Chen’s hand and leaped onto the reclining chair in the courtyard, transforming back into a white fox.
Although she had developed the ability to take human form, maintaining that state consumed a lot of energy, so she spent most of her time in her original form.
In the past three days, Hu Jiao Jiao had been guarding Wang Chen on the cliff.
She appeared utterly exhausted and fell into a deep sleep the moment she leaned against the cushion.
Wang Chen sat beside her, tenderly stroking her head, his heart filled with joy and tranquility.
He had also considered that if he couldn’t find the Mysterious Fox Order and, like Elder Yao, failed to break through into the entry into the path realm, he might have to spend his entire life in the Misty Mountains Realm, relying on Hu Jiao Jiao.
In truth, such a life wouldn’t be so bad.
After a long while, Wang Chen set aside his sentimental thoughts and began to focus inward.
As cultivators, the primary distinction between the entry into the path realm and the extraordinary state is that the former condenses the path intent.
Path intent is akin to divine essence; it allows one to perceive the external world and introspect internally, and it can be used for spellcasting, making it incredibly versatile.
With the enhancement of path intent, a cultivator’s combat prowess increases significantly, enabling them to cultivate and cast more powerful spells.
In the Misty Mountains Realm, entry into the path cultivators are revered as immortals, holding an exalted status!
Over the next two days, Wang Chen learned and mastered additional spells under Elder Yao’s guidance.
Though these spells were advanced, they presented no challenge to him; he quickly became proficient and then used his Qi and blood value to elevate them to their highest, most perfect level, thoroughly indulging in the thrill of such power.
On the seventeenth, the day of the discussion meeting on the laws at Qinyun Palace, Wang Chen left home once more for Taiwu Mountain.
Qinyun Palace is situated at the highest peak of Taiwu Mountain—Qinyun Peak—just ten miles from Taiwu City.
A direct path leads there.
This road is bustling with activity, many people taking three steps and bowing down in reverence, even on the seemingly endless steps, demonstrating profound devotion.
Some aspire to join the immortal sect, while others pray for blessings, each with their own desires.
Despite the throngs ascending Qinyun Peak, the order remains impeccable, with no obstructions in sight.
Wang Chen paused beside a shabby-clothed woman.
She was dirty and disheveled, carrying a pale little girl on her back, taking a step and bowing while murmuring prayers.
“Please, Immortal Master, save my child!”
She had repeated these words countless times, her voice hoarse, yet she seemed unaware.
Wang Chen felt a surge of compassion and inquired, “Madam, what ails your child? Why not seek a doctor?”
The woman responded slowly; after a moment, she looked up in distress, her lips trembling as she answered in a raspy voice, “My child has an incurable illness. The doctor said only the Immortal Master on Qinyun Peak can heal her.”
Wang Chen pressed further, “Will the Immortal Master indeed help your child?”
This question struck a nerve, and she shrank back slightly, whispering, “Yes, she will, definitely. If not, I would trade my life for hers.”
Deep down, she knew all too well that the lofty Immortal Master would neither desire her life nor act without due cause.
To gain an immortal’s aid, one must offer something that pleases the Immortal Master.
The shabby woman, impoverished as she was, had nothing to give!
Yet, despite this knowledge, she clung to any shred of hope.
Wang Chen shook his head and gently brushed his hand over the little girl’s face: “Poor child, may you live a healthy and peaceful life.”
The little girl, who had been on the brink of death, suddenly regained color in her pallid cheeks as Wang Chen’s hand passed over her, and she slowly opened her eyes.
She softly called out, “Mama…”
The shabby woman, kneeling on the stone steps, was struck with disbelief. She hastily unfastened her bindings and cradled her daughter in her arms.
To her astonishment, her once-terminally ill daughter not only looked vibrant but was also clamoring for food, declaring she was hungry!
The woman suddenly understood.
She set her child down and began to kowtow fervently: “Thank you, Immortal Master! Thank you so much! Thank you…”
She didn’t care even if her forehead bled from the repeated bows.
But when she looked up again, the figure she believed to be the Immortal Master had vanished without a trace.
Her actions caused a significant stir among the onlookers.
Many began to emulate her.
“Immortal Master, grant me eternal life!” “Immortal Master, bless me with wealth!” “Immortal Master…”