Cultivation: I Can Traverse Otherworlds

Chapter 248: Chapter 223: Foreshadowing

Different Cultivation Techniques have different focuses. This is perfectly normal.

For example, those who cultivate Body Refining Hard Skills have formidable physical bodies.

Certain Internal Cultivation Methods are good for nourishing one’s health, while others excel at explosive, fierce, and domineering power, and so on.

Originally, Zhu Ju thought it was the same for Divine Treasure Martial Saints, but for a single person to be able to open two Divine Treasures...

This meant that the Divine Treasure was not unique.

Could it be...

that they are something like Acupoints?

That everyone has several Divine Treasures in their body, and the one that opens depends on the Cultivation Method practiced?

’The Wuu Family’s Anger Battle Heart Technique and the Nine Mountains Skill obtained from Baiyun Temple both open Divine Treasures that focus more on power.’

’The True Martial Scripture, on the other hand, is more balanced.’

’And the Divine Treasure opened by the Demon Sect’s Sect Leader can actually greatly enhance one’s intellect?’

Zhu Ju’s expression was grave. A guess was forming in his mind, but he hardly dared to believe it. After all, even in the Main World, Cultivation Techniques that touched upon that aspect were mostly at the Golden Core Realm; the Dao Foundation stage merely grazed the threshold.

However, if it were true, the gains he could make in this world would far exceed his expectations. He might even be able to solidify his Golden Core Path.

He might even be able to aim straight for the Nascent Soul Realm!

At this thought, even with Zhu Ju’s calm and steady temperament, his heart couldn’t help but ripple with emotion, and his breathing grew slightly heavier.

"Senior."

Xiaocui lowered her head, nervously twisting the corner of her clothes.

"This is all I know."

"Let’s leave it at that for now." Zhu Ju lightly waved his duster, suppressing the distracting thoughts in his mind, and looked up toward the roof ridge.

"Wuliang Celestial Venerable!"

"Patron, you’ve been listening for quite some time. Shouldn’t you come down now?"

"Heh heh..." The figure lying prone on the roof ridge let out a strange laugh, then flipped over and landed in front of the main hall.

The newcomer had the body of a skinny monkey. He held two golden pens, each about a foot long, and scratched his ear and cheek as he looked at Zhu Ju.

"What sharp ears. To think you could hear me."

"Sunx Jiu." Xiaocui’s body trembled at the sight of the newcomer. She shrank back into a corner by the incense table and shouted at him.

"The Guardian is here! Surrender at once!"

"What Guardian?" Sunx Jiu cackled strangely, pointing a finger at Zhu Ju.

"Him?"

"You silly girl, your information is months out of date. The Temple Master of Qingfeng Temple was thrown in prison months ago. All that chirping you did about the Demon Sect’s secrets was just for an outsider’s ears. Even if I hadn’t come after you, you’d never have escaped the Demon Sect’s severe punishment."

"Ah!" Xiaocui’s face turned pale, and she whipped her head around to look.

"Guardian..."

"Guardian my ass!" Sunx Jiu’s eyes narrowed. He abruptly appeared before the Three Pure Ones Statue, his golden pen thrusting forward.

"SWISH!"

Grass Rune Technique!

Sunx Jiu’s appearance was unremarkable, one might even say extremely ugly, but he could write some of the finest calligraphy of the age.

A true master of the art!

He had even integrated calligraphy with his Martial Skills, using it to step into the realm of Unity of Spirit and Body and, in one fell swoop, become a First-Grade Grandmaster.

A Martial Saint had even commented that if the Sunx Family’s calligraphy could reach a saintly level, then his own Martial Arts might advance even further.

The cursive script danced wildly, rapidly striking at several vital points on its target’s upper body.

The sharp, Powerful Qi hissed through the air.

"SWISH!"

Zhu Ju’s expression remained unchanged. He gently waved the duster in his hand, a seemingly slow motion that concealed Giant Power.

Nine Mountains Skill!

"CRACK!"

The soft duster collided with the golden pen. Sunx Jiu’s expression changed slightly as he flashed backward, retreating to the front of the hall.

"First Grade!"

"To think that the new Temple Master of Baiyun Temple is also a First-Grade Grandmaster."

’When did First-Grade Grandmasters become so common? You can find one anywhere these days.’

After all, even in the Capital City, as long as the Divine Treasure Martial Saints kept to themselves, a First-Grade Grandmaster was a top-tier expert.

"Fine calligraphy."

Zhu Ju sighed lightly and rose slowly from his prayer mat.

"With such skill in calligraphy, how can you go against your own heart?"

"A pity!"

"Your thoughts are too scattered, wasting your Talent. Not only will your calligraphy struggle to reach its peak, but your Martial Arts have also reached their limit."

"Hmph!" Sunx Jiu snorted coldly.

"What do you know? The Martial Skills I learned were mediocre. It was a stroke of incredible luck that I was able to become a First Grade at all."

"Take another one of my moves!"

Drunken Sword Sticker!

Like Mad Zhang and Drunk Su, his sword moved like a dragon and a serpent.

In Sunx Jiu’s hands, the golden pens were like a dancing sword in the hands of a wild scholar, splashing ink across the scene with drunken abandon.

Arrogant, unrestrained, wild...

The Physical Body of a First-Grade Grandmaster made his every move carry astonishing killing power. A single brushstroke could shatter metal.

In the Main World, a Nine Acupoints Innate could flip over a roof at the slightest whim, but the Martial Arts of this world could condense that power into a single point.

It looked ordinary, but its power was truly astonishing.

"SWISH!"

Zhu Ju swung his duster, his movements seeming slow but actually swift. Each swing landed precisely on the joints of his opponent’s calligraphy.

In just a few breaths’ time, sweat was already beading on Sunx Jiu’s forehead, and the technique in his hands changed.

Sacrificial Draft!

An inexplicable sorrow filled the scene.

Sunx Jiu’s only son had died from illness. He had wailed for three days until he collapsed from exhaustion, watching over his son’s body the entire time.

He wrote this Sacrificial Draft when his son was buried.

"Wooo..."

Sorrow filled the air. The Daoist Temple, meant for worshipping The Three Pristine Ones, suddenly felt like the Underworld, with the wails of ghosts and gods crying in one’s ears.

For a First-Grade Grandmaster, such power was by no means weak.

"Hmph!"

"To think you can disturb this humble Daoist’s will."

Zhu Ju snorted lightly through his nose and let out a low shout. A fierce, thunderous sound erupted, and the encroaching sorrow vanished completely.

Divine Intent?

That was his specialty.

Never mind a First-Grade Grandmaster; even a Divine Treasure or a Vajra of this world would not possess Divine Soul Power stronger than his.

"Who in the world are you?"

Sweat beaded on Sunx Jiu’s forehead as his eyes locked onto Zhu Ju.

"The Divine Capital may be vast, but there are few people with such strength. Your Excellency is more than qualified to be an Unscrupulous Marshal."

"However... that servant girl next to you is a Demon Sect Demoness. Since you dare to shelter a member of the Demon Sect, you can just wait for the Court to deal with you!"

"Shameless!" Xiaocui said angrily.

"You’re a member of the Demon Sect too!"

"Heh heh..." Sunx Jiu chuckled lowly.

"I used to be, but I have since forsaken the darkness for the light and found a position in the Court’s Government Office."