Chapter 780: Chapter 514: The Grand Wedding (Part 2)

After two lifetimes of cultivation, he seemed to have truly felt the bottleneck for the first time.

He always found it difficult to truly resonate and merge his perfect body with the intrinsic laws of this world, as if separated by an unbreakable sheet of paper that isolates the celestial from the mortal.

Not far away, Chu An and Zheng Ping were also cultivating.

Chu An had an exceptionally high talent, seemingly born for cultivation.

She was seated cross-legged on a green stone, surrounded by visible five-colored spiritual light, which was the Five Elements Primordial Qi at its peak.

Over the past decade, she had fully matured; the sunlight outlined her slender form, her thin eyebrows arched like a new moon, her eyes sparkling as if stars reflected in icy ponds, her skin resembling bone china, emitting a slight glow like ice melting for the first time.

Her aura was harmonious and dynamic, and from her middle Dantian, a warm jade-like brilliance faintly emerged—this was a sign that the Dao Embryo had formed.

After more than ten years of hard cultivation, she had successfully built the Dao Embryo, steadily stepping into the mid-stage of the Dao Embryo Realm, her progress so rapid it often surprised Chu Zheng.

At this moment, she slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers directing the five-colored streams of light—white, green, black, red, and yellow—sometimes condensing into sharp Geng Metal Sword Qi, sometimes forming a solid, heavy hammer, and occasionally dispersing into the endless, continuous Gui Water Soft Strength.

The target of these attacks formed by Five Elements Primordial Qi was Zheng Ping, opposite her.

Zheng Ping was bare-chested, his ancient bronze-colored skin revealing muscles coiled like dragons and serpents, muscles tempered to bulge and ripple, faintly glowing with a resilient dark golden sheen.

His eyes were tightly closed, his jaws clenched, veins bulging on his forehead, as sweat beads continuously rolled down.

Each time Chu An raised her hand, the weapons crafted from terrifyingly powerful Five Elements Primordial Qi mercilessly struck his body.

The dull impact, sharp as clashing metals, echoed repeatedly in the silent deep valley.

Each heavy blow made Zheng Ping’s body tremble violently, the dark golden sheen on his skin rippling like water, dissipating the wild force layer by layer, integrating it into the depth of his bones.

His body surface constantly split open into fine wounds, seeping dark red blood, but in the next instant, the powerful Qi Blood Power surged, and the wounds visibly healed quickly, becoming more resilient.

This is the most primitive and effective method for forging the physique, utilizing external forces, tempered thousands of times.

Chu Zheng slowly opened his eyes and rested his gaze on Zheng Ping.

Xue Qing’s insight was extraordinarily sharp; the body cultivation method called “Golden Gang Breaking Mountain,” though taking the clumsy and difficult path of external refining of bones, requiring inhuman suffering, made for solid foundations and deep potential.

Day after day, for more than ten years, Zheng Ping with Chu An’s relentless help endured nearly self-torturing hardship to stubbornly cultivate this method to some degree.

Currently, “Golden Gang Breaking Mountain” had forged a rock-steady foundation within Zheng Ping, the dark golden sheen beneath his skin, a sign of early success in practicing the Golden Aura.

Although his cultivation realm still wasn’t high, barely entering the initial stage of the Yuan Aura Realm, and had been left behind by Chu An, Chu Zheng knew well that Zheng Ping’s stable foundation on this thorn-laden path of body cultivation had already grown far beyond what it used to be.

The path Xue Qing directed him onto was slow, yet right; it was enough to support him along the dangerous journey of cultivation, allowing him to go farther and steadier than previously imagined.

Bzzz——

As Chu Zheng’s thoughts flew by, a sudden change occurred!

The protective array covering the entire deep valley, personally arranged by Chu Zheng, unexpectedly emitted a mournful cry.

The immortal jade embedded at the array’s base instantly dimmed, shattering in an instant, the formation patterns inscribed in the void and on the ground disintegrating inch by inch as if crushed by an invisible colossal force, collapsing like a spider web in the blink of an eye.

A massive surge of Qi Blood Power erupted like an ancient flood, crashing down.

The air was compressed, sounding an ear-piercing explosive noise.

A round figure, wrapped in suffocating pressure, suddenly descended; before completely landing, a booming voice like rolling thunder exploded in the valley, each word painfully vibrating the eardrums:

“Where is Zheng Chu?!”

A Great Saint of Martial Path!

Chu Zheng immediately sensed the aura of the person before him, his expression slightly tense.

“Master, be careful!”

Two sharp cries almost sounded simultaneously, with Zheng Ping and Chu An, without a moment’s hesitation, stepping in front of Chu Zheng when the array shattered, their expressions taut.

Their cultivation, in the presence of a Great Saint of Martial Path, felt as insignificant as fireflies to the bright moon, struggling to withstand the pressure, barely stable.

Yet, their bodies remained rooted like rocks firmly anchored to the ground, not retreating half a step.

Why would a Great Saint of Martial Path suddenly appear here, specifically asking for him by name?

Chu Zheng’s heart sank to the bottom in an instant, countless thoughts clashing in the blink of an eye; a Great Saint of Martial Path would never seek him out without reason.

In the entire upper realm, only one person was aware of his whereabouts.

Xue Qing.

Could it be… something happened to Xue Qing?!

Suppressing the faintly boiling Qi Blood, Chu Zheng rose to his feet, stepping past Zheng Ping and Chu An’s slightly trembling backs.

He cupped his hands in salute, speaking in a deep voice, “I am Zheng Chu, greetings to the elder.”

“No need for formality, young brother; I am here under Miss Xue Qing’s orders to take you to see her.”

Tu Fugui restrained his aura of Qi Blood Power, speaking with a smile.

“What has happened to Xue Qing?”

Upon hearing this, Chu Zheng’s expression tightened; if Xue Qing wished to see him, she could directly send a message, yet now entrusted someone to come, highly likely because she was unable to come herself, indicating some misfortune.

“Has something happened to Xue Qing?”

Tu Fugui chuckled, “Indeed, something has occurred.”

He paused, not speaking directly: “It’s a great blessing.”

Chu Zheng was momentarily stunned, a blessing?

Tu Fugui did not offer Chu Zheng any chance to ponder or inquire further, ready to take action.

Few words, fewer mistakes—the urgency of official matters was paramount.

His thoughts rapidly turning, Tu Fugui made a swift decision; Xue Qing only instructed him to bring the person back, without asking him to speak excessively.

The relationship and entanglement between these two, he did not know at all.

The more irrelevant words spoken, the greater the trouble.

If he accidentally blurted out the matter of the wedding, and if this young lad refused, crying and causing a commotion or even rashly harming himself, the consequences would be unbearable.

If in the end the task failed and an enmity was borne instead, he would be in big trouble.

Considering this, Tu Fugui hesitated no longer; his thick palm, delicate as mutton fat white jade, suddenly reached out.

A terrifyingly pure Qi Blood, like an invisible cage, instantly enveloped the whole valley.

In a flash, Chu Zheng felt darkness before his eyes, a heavy sense of drowsiness overwhelming his consciousness like a surging wave.

In the instant before losing awareness completely, many thoughts flickered through his mind.

Could it be that someone has come for revenge?

Thud!

Three bodies, losing consciousness, collapsed limply to the ground.

Tu Fugui grasped the air with his palm, an invisible force wrapping around Chu Zheng and the others, settling them into his wide sleeves.

After completing all this, Tu Fugui turned straight and tore through the void, heading directly towards Lingbi City.

He dared not delay at all, fearing the longer the night, the more unforeseen events.

Within the sleeves, Chu Zheng’s breathing was stable, entering a deep sleep.

Tu Fugui glanced down, a smile appearing on his face:

“Young man, a great fortune awaits you; this time, Old Tu really accomplished something big, hehe…”

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Within boundless darkness, Chu Zheng’s Divine Soul surged violently in his mind, like waves rising at high tide, washing over countless space-time fragments.

Unaware of how much time had passed, he suddenly broke free like someone escaping from drowning, his eyes suddenly opened wide, gasping heavily.

The first thing he saw was a dazzling red.

His vision was dominated by overwhelming, dense red unable to dissipate.

It was silk, it was gauze.

Above his head hung layers of red veils like congealed blood-colored smoke and cloud, obscuring everything above, only letting down a blurred and ambiguous light.