Chapter 652: Chapter 494: Transmission (Part 3)
"Thank you, Uncle Qi!"
"Alright, we’re all family, no need to be formal."
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In the backyard.
Beside the stone table, Chen Sheng and Huang Wangyou were sitting across from each other, fully absorbed in a game of chess.
The black and white chess pieces landed on the board with crisp sounds, blending into the sounds of the wind in the yard, creating a peaceful and pleasant scene.
Qin Ping’an stood at the courtyard gate, watching the two from afar.
His grandfather was dressed in plain clothes, his hair slightly white, looking just like an ordinary old man from next door.
His grandmother was in a simple dress, with gentle eyes, resembling an everyday townswoman.
It was hard for him to imagine that these were the exceptional beings capable of nurturing a cultivation emperor who could sweep across the realms and establish dominance in the world.
"Grandfather, Grandmother!"
Qin Ping’an exhaled deeply, suppressing the waves within his heart, and walked quickly forward.
Chen Sheng looked up and showed a gentle smile, pointing at the situation on the chessboard and beckoning him over:
"Ping’an is here, come help Grandfather think of a strategy."
"Your Grandmother’s chess skills are getting more impressive, I can’t seem to figure out a way to break her move."
Huang Wangyou gave him a playful glare:
"Don’t listen to your Grandfather, he’s deliberately letting me win! His skills are far above mine, yet he insists on acting like he’s struggling."
These words were indeed not false.
With Chen Sheng’s cultivation at the Integration level, his heart spirit could already comprehend heavens and earth, and deducing billions of Dao Principles was easy, let alone a mere mortal chess game.
However, he deliberately controlled his heart spirit, maintaining a level just slightly superior to Huang Wangyou.
Victory and defeat followed by mutual pondering bring joy.
Listening to his grandparents’ familiar banter, which was the same as every day for the past decade, the remaining sense of estrangement and distance within Qin Ping’an began to fade.
He recalled Uncle Qi’s words, and as he looked at the affectionate two in front of him, he secretly thought:
"Indeed, no matter their identity or what powerful methods they possess, they are always my loving grandparents from childhood."
The awkwardness born of the identity gap gradually dissipated.
Qin Ping’an excitedly approached the chessboard, pointing at the pieces, offering enthusiastic advice:
"I think you can place a piece here to block the path, then encircle from behind..."
Chen Sheng and Huang Wangyou exchanged a glance, a trace of smile flickered in their eyes as they followed his strategy and made moves.
The three sat around the chessboard, sometimes arguing, sometimes laughing, filling the courtyard with a warm atmosphere.
After three games in a row, Huang Wangyou felt somewhat tired, stood up and stretched, saying to Chen Sheng:
"I’m going to make dinner, you two chat slowly."
She walked to Chen Sheng’s side, softly asking, "What would you like to eat? I’ll go make it for you."
Chen Sheng answered without hesitation, his tone carrying a bit of childish stubbornness:
"I want your braised fish, stewed pork with preserved vegetables, and ginseng chicken soup, also stir-fried greens."
Huang Wangyou wrinkled her nose, pretending to be disdainful:
"Always thinking about food, ordering so many dishes, how can we finish it? Besides, eating meat every day isn’t good, it should be lighter."
Though she complained, she had already picked up an apron and tied it, turning to the kitchen, murmuring:
"Alright, alright, I’ll indulge you, who made you a foodie."
Standing aside, Qin Ping’an took in the scene entirely, filled with deep envy.
Such mutual care and affection is exactly the model he longed for in his heart.
Unconsciously, a vague silhouette also floated in his mind.
Chen Sheng raised his hand and patted his shoulder, his tone carrying some commendation:
"Good boy, good mindset, accepting all of this so quickly."
Qin Ping’an snapped back, slightly embarrassed:
"It’s not a bad thing, Grandparents are still Grandparents, Uncle Qi is still Uncle Qi, what’s unacceptable about it."
"Besides, having such an amazing Grandfather makes me happy."
Chen Sheng slowly nodded:
"Not bad, having this mindset, unpretentious and calm, seems this inheritance from Grandfather indeed suits you well."
"Inheritance?"
Upon hearing this, Qin Ping’an’s eyes sparkled brightly.
His grandfather, a great power who taught a martial emperor, the inheritance valued by him must be an exceptionally profound cultivation technique.
He immediately straightened up, his eyes full of anticipation:
"Grandfather, what inheritance?"
Chen Sheng didn’t say much, only uttered a single word:
"Go!"
Before the words had settled, a dazzling gold light burst forth from his fingertips, the light swept over like a curtain, instantly enveloping Qin Ping’an’s form.
The surrounding void suddenly trembled, endless air currents surged wildly, forming visible waves that spread in all directions.
The flowers, trees, and plants in the courtyard swayed but remained completely unharmed by the air waves.
Qin Ping’an felt his vision dim, his consciousness instantly drawn by the gold light, in a daze, pulled into an endless dark space.
This space was silent, devoid of heaven and earth, without day nor night, only chaotic airflow gradually flowing around, carrying an aura of primordial vastness.
As he drifted confusedly, a gigantic finger descended slowly from the chaos.
The finger was like a jade pillar propping the heavens, where it passed, chaotic airflow retreated crazily, the void twisted violently, trembled, and emitted a deep thunderous sound.
The giant finger landed with no earth-shattering noise, only lightly touched the chaos.
That touch seemed to be the key to breaking illusions, the origin of all things, containing the essence of creation.
"Boom—!"
An invisible giant noise exploded deep within Qin Ping’an’s Divine Soul, at that point, endless light and heat erupted.
Chaotic airflow rolled and surged, transforming into the primal pure and impure energies of creation, the pure energy ascending as heavens, the impure energy descending as earth.
Mountains, rivers, stars, and living things began to emerge quietly within this vast power.
A dreamy, illusory world unfolded before his eyes.
This was the cosmic creation scene that Chen Sheng demonstrated with his Divine Techniques transforming his heart’s imagery, containing the profound nuances of the Ten Volumes of Illusory Heart.
At this moment, Qin Ping’an’s cultivation was shallow, he could only feel the shock stemming from deep within his soul.
Even the residual charm circulated, akin to an enlightening experience, imprinting deeply on his heart, becoming the strongest foundation for his future cultivation journey.
A quarter-hour later.
Qin Ping’an slowly opened his eyes, still holding on to the lingering shock, yet unable to calm his emotions.
Line upon line of fantastical texts emerged like tidal waves in his mind, each word was profound, filled with Dao Rhyme, seemingly containing endless truth.
"Ten Volumes of Illusory Heart!"
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