Huangtian knew the real person in charge was inside the carriage, so upon hearing the question, he immediately answered respectfully.
Then there came a long silence again.
Not long after, the voice inside the carriage sounded once more, “Is this a coincidence? Never mind, whether it is or isn’t, come on up!”
Huangtian was overjoyed; he knew this was his chance.
As long as he seized it well, he might be able to change his and his sister’s fate.
However, he still asked, “Sir, may I bring my sister with me?”
“Yes!”
Sun Xing gave Huangtian a spot so that he and his sister could come aboard.
“Let’s head to Tianshan City!”
Tianmen City was the first city they had entered after leaving Shuzhou, and now to return to Shuzhou, they naturally had to stay in this city.
Originally, they weren’t far from Tianshan City, which explained the large number of refugees they’d encountered.
Dabai quickened its pace, and Wang Sheng remained silent throughout the journey.
Huangtian felt somewhat anxious inside.
He didn’t know what the motives of the person using a fierce tiger to pull the carriage were, but regardless of whether they were good or bad, this was an opportunity.
If they didn’t grasp this chance, he and his sister would sooner or later die in the wilderness.
Thanks to Dabai’s increased speed, they soon reached Tianshan City and arrived at the Yuelai Inn.
By now, almost all of the Yuelai Inns knew of his existence, so in Tianshan City, he naturally received the warmest welcome.
“Give these two a bath and prepare some food for them.”
“No problem!”
The shopkeeper personally took care of them, and Huangtian was led away.
It was then that Wang Lingwei and others revealed their curiosity.
“Little uncle, is there something wrong with them?”
The impression Wang Sheng gave to them was that he was willing to help, but this was the first time he had done something like this.
“The one named Huangtian is somewhat special,” Wang Sheng didn’t say much more, “Eat your meal!”
Not long after, Huangtian and his sister reemerged, both looking revitalized.
Both were thin and appeared to be malnourished.
His sister hid behind Huangtian, too scared to show her face, but she still peeked out occasionally to glance at Wang Sheng, her eyes filled with gratitude.
“Sir!” Huangtian really didn’t know what else to call him, he only knew that all the nobles were addressed as ’Sir,’ so he continued to use this address.
After they had eaten their fill, Liu Jian’an and the others had already left to rest.
The only ones present were Wang Sheng, Huangtian, and his sister.
“You must be very curious as to why I ignored so many people and specifically picked you, right?”
Huangtian nodded subconsciously; this was his biggest question.
“Before I answer that question, let me ask you a few,” Wang Sheng said, “Do you often feel a splitting headache, and has this symptom become more severe with age?”
Huangtian suddenly looked up; these were indeed things he experienced.
“Yes!”
“Do you feel like there is something in your mind?”
“Yes!” Huangtian kept nodding.
“Do you also…”
Wang Sheng asked him several questions, and Huangtian’s answers were invariably “Yes.”
After the questions, Wang Sheng continued, “That’s why I chose you!”
Huangtian was a bit excited, “Sir, do you know what’s wrong with me?”
Weird ailment?” Wang Sheng’s expression turned strange, and then he smiled, “That’s not a weird ailment, but an opportunity!”
“Opportunity?!”
Huangtian could never have imagined that the “weird ailment” that had plagued him for so long was actually an opportunity, and judging by the sir’s demeanor, it seemed like this so-called “opportunity” was not small.
“May I ask, sir, what exactly is this opportunity? To be honest with you, I always thought I wouldn’t live much longer!”
“If you had not met me, you indeed wouldn’t have lived much longer, and such an opportunity is not something everyone can withstand,” Wang Sheng confirmed Huangtian’s statement, “Your condition is very special; I never imagined I would encounter someone like you…”
Huangtian’s situation was truly unique.
The main reason for his splitting headaches was his overly powerful spiritual power.
But don’t think that’s a good thing.
If spiritual power is strong and the body isn’t correspondingly robust, it can only bring disaster.
If Huangtian were a martial artist, it would be better; as his physique strengthened, his body would slowly adapt to this spiritual power, and it might even aid in his martial arts training.
But clearly, Huangtian wasn’t cut out to be a martial artist.
So the only outcome awaiting him was inevitable – wait until the spiritual power expanded to a certain point, the body couldn’t bear it, and then—
BOOM!
His head would explode like fireworks, leaving no intact corpse, and the pain would be extreme.
“Explode like fireworks, leaving no intact corpse, and it’s very painful?” Knowing his own fate, Huangtian shuddered.
He found the mere thought horrifying.
“Sir, is becoming a Martial Artist the only solution to my problem?” Huangtian looked at Wang Sheng with some hope. He didn’t want to die; he still had a sister.
But he quickly saw Wang Sheng shake his head and say, “The reason I said you are special is that your innate spiritual power was actually compressed from the start and then slowly released as you grew. If you had started cultivation at a young age, you might have been able to keep up.
But now you’ve reached this age, and your spiritual power has already been released by eighty to ninety percent, even reaching the intensity of a Great Grandmaster. If this weren’t your own power, you would have been in trouble long ago.
Yet even if it is your own power, there are limits. Your body is nearly at its limit. To become a Martial Artist now, unless you can reach Grandmaster level within half a year, there’s no hope.”
Huangtian’s problem had been discovered too late. Now to cultivate Qi Blood Martial Arts was simply not possible in time.
Wang Sheng had already probed with Divine Thought; once Huangtian’s potential for spiritual power was fully released, that would be the time of his death.
And this time was only one to two months away. To become a Martial Artist was just not feasible.
After he said these things, before Huangtian had time to react, his sister knelt down first.
“I beg you, sir, to save my brother’s life. I am willing to do anything to repay your kindness.”
Huangtian came to his senses and immediately knelt as well.
He wanted to live. If he died, he didn’t know what might happen to his sister.
Wang Sheng’s expression unchanged, lifted them up with Divine Thought, and said, “I brought you back for a reason, and I indeed have a way to solve this.”
Huangtian’s situation was complicated. To most people, Huangtian could only wait for death; those top Great Grandmasters would also be helpless in this situation.
But this did not include Wang Sheng.
There was still one solution for Huangtian, that was, to cultivate the spiritual path.
With his special circumstance, he could swiftly reach a level comparable to a Great Grandmaster. Once he fully realized his potential, it wasn’t impossible for him to become a Master of Destiny like Qiao Nian.
“Please teach me, sir!” Huangtian didn’t hesitate.
He didn’t believe this man would deceive him; facing the hope of survival, he didn’t want to give up easily.
“I will teach you, but there are some things I need to make clear to you,” Wang Sheng said with a serious expression.
Huangtian’s expression became even more respectful: “Please tell me, sir, whatever it is, I will do it.”
Wang Sheng saw him like this and nodded, then continued,
“There are only two things you must remember clearly.
First is, my giving you this legacy is naturally not without reason.
To put it plainly, I am using you as bait. Cultivating this could involve great danger, and you could even lose your life, so the decision to cultivate or not is yours to make!”
Qiao Nian was influenced while practicing this scripture; he wanted to see if with Huangtian’s cultivation, he could lure out the so-called “Heavenly Father.”
Huangtian was bait, so there would definitely be risks.
However, it’s not definite. While acting as bait, he was also verifying the Scholar’s words.
The old Scholar said that the path of spiritual cultivation was the means to break the cycle, but it cannot be cultivated slowly; it had to be achieved in one go.
Huangtian met this criterion perfectly; he could be swiftly molded into a strong person.
This was also a significant reason he had chosen Huangtian.
“Are you willing to cultivate?”
Huangtian nodded without hesitation, this was his opportunity; not cultivating meant certain death. He had no choice.
“Since you are willing to cultivate, then I will explain the second thing.
The scripture I will teach you is called the ’Heavenly Thought Scripture,’ a scripture that, after practice, allows you to harness the power in your mind. It was entrusted to me by someone to find a successor.
You are very suitable, that’s why I am passing it on to you. What you need to do is to pass it down; do not let the legacy be lost.”
“May I ask, sir, who was the ancestor who created this scripture, so that I may honor him day and night?”
Wang Sheng shook his head, “You do not need to know this; you only need to carry on the legacy; my efforts are also within it.”
The original ’Heavenly Thought Scripture’ after being torn in half, could only cultivate up to Grandmaster level, but Wang Sheng had completed it to the Great Grandmaster level.
So, he actually wanted to see what kind of waves another person’s cultivation could cause.
“I understand, sir!” Huangtian changed his form of address.
In the face of such an address, Wang Sheng accepted it; he deserved it. He then took out a scripture.
“This is the ’Heavenly Thought Scripture’ that I’ve perfected. It can be cultivated up to Great Grandmaster. It contains three Divine Skills, the effects of which are…”
Wang Sheng ultimately still incorporated the three Divine Skills that he had researched from the ’Heavenly Thought Scripture’ into it, of course, it was a version with weakened cultivation difficulty and power. But even so, it was still astonishing.
One could tell from Huangtian’s astonished expression.
To Huangtian, these were like the methods of immortals and gods.
“May I ask, sir, what are the names of these three Divine Skills?”
“They are called ’Summoning Wind and Rain,’ ’Heavenly Thunder Technique’…” As he came to the last one, Wang Sheng hesitated, looked at Huangtian, and then said, “The last one is called ’Warrior’s Talisman,’ and it can summon extremely powerful Yellow Turban Warriors!”
“I will not tarnish their reputation.”
Wang Sheng looked at Huangtian’s spirited expression and remembered the extinguished Great Zhou.
“The founding monarch of Great Zhou, the Master of Destiny, was called Zhou Cang, I believe…”
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