My name is Huang Tian, ​​what the hell is this "Heaven is dead" nonsense?

Chapter 45 Gold
Wow~
Another ripple spread across the water, and the eight-hundred-year-old river of time rapidly narrowed and thinned, finally transforming back into a seed engraved with mysterious runes. The seed turned into a stream of light and disappeared into Huang Tian's brow.

Zhang Jiao, Zhuge Liang, He Ting, Xie An, Wang Xizhi, Li Shimin, Li Jing, Wu Daozi, Zhao Kuangyin...

The deeds, cultivation experiences, techniques and arts of each individual flashed through Huang Tian's mind.

After a long while, he opened his eyes, his gaze carrying a hint of divinity and vicissitude.

Eight hundred years!
He witnessed eight hundred years of world change, the rise of countless outstanding figures, and the dazzling streaks of light across the sky, with profound martial arts techniques, extraordinary Taoist arts, great technological advancements, and a vast Taoist community...

"I never imagined that the 'Huangtian Zhenyue Lingjing' would be completed by later generations up to the Golden Core chapter. I was worried about how to obtain the rest..."

He smiled slightly, and the divine aura gradually dissipated, while humanity returned to his eyes.

In fact, with his comprehension, he could have deduced the cultivation methods for the later stages of the "Huangtian Zhenyue Lingjing" on his own. However, without other cultivation methods as a reference, it would have taken too much time. It would be much faster to gain the results directly now.
Moreover, it's not just one Golden Core cultivation method, but a total of nine!

There are also three hundred basic cultivation methods and countless Qi cultivation methods!

These cultivation techniques and arts alone are comparable to those of many immortal cultivation sects.

"The only pity is that there are no cultivation techniques for the Nascent Soul realm. But that's normal. In just eight hundred years, it's already quite surprising that they could deduce cultivation techniques for the Golden Core realm. The Nascent Soul realm is too far away, so it's normal that they couldn't deduce any..."

He composed himself and glanced around the palace, noticing a lot of fine dust on the floor.

"It seems that this period of contemplating the river of time has taken quite a while..."

He activated his superpowers, and a multitude of sounds flooded into his ears.

"Holy One above, please bless my fields with a bountiful harvest this year..."

"The Dao Court has ruled for nearly two years, and the world is at peace. There are no thieves, and Guangzong is the place where the Divine Infant descended to earth. It is becoming increasingly prosperous. People leave their doors unlocked at night, do not pick up lost items on the road, and the people are simple and honest..."

"Wenruo, you are a talent in the clan, with the ability to govern the country. Although the Dao Court has divided up the land of my Xun clan, do not hold a grudge. Do your best to help the immortals and gods, and help the Dao Court govern the local area. One day, you will be able to pass on the immortal techniques and transform my Xun clan into the immortal clan of Yuzhou, immortal for eternity. Wouldn't that be wonderful?"

"Hahaha, I never thought that I, Yuan Benchu, would actually survive the E, cough cough, the Daoting. But then again, I didn't break any laws. I even tipped them off when they attacked Luoyang, so I deserve some credit for surrendering."

"The clan's land is gone, but so be it. Most of that land belonged to Yuan Ji and Yuan Shu anyway, what does it have to do with me? I, Yuan Benchu, will enter the Daoist court to become a capable minister who governs the world, I will cultivate immortality, I will become an unfathomable god!"

"..."

After listening to the various voices for a while, Huang Tian not only saw the myriad aspects of life, but also realized that his seclusion had lasted for two whole months.

"Two months in the late Han Dynasty is equivalent to two days on Earth. Professor Feng should have finished revising the paper by now."

With a slight thought, he instantly returned to Earth.

In his apartment, he opened his email and, sure enough, saw the revised paper sent by Feng Zechun. He glanced at it briefly and then submitted it to "New Advances in Mathematics".

Having completed his task, Huang Tian intended to reward himself with a tangerine, but his expression suddenly froze as a golden voice pierced through the endless void, reaching his ears. "Golden! It's a voice from another world!"

He felt a slight joy in his heart, and immediately followed the continuous golden sound line to "look" at a world that was unknown how far away it was.

wow~
A sound like rippling water arose, and an ordinary scene appeared before him:

In the simple but old-fashioned room, a pale-faced boy lay on a wooden bed, his chest barely rising and falling, his breathing so weak it was almost inaudible.

"May all the gods and Buddhas of the four directions bless Silang so that he may recover from his illness and regain his health soon..."

Kneeling beside the bed was a girl of about twelve or thirteen. She had her hair in two buns, wore a plain short-sleeved top with a cross-collar, and a long skirt with a waist belt. She had a handkerchief embroidered with lotus flowers tied around her waist and clean cloth shoes on her feet. She was praying softly with her hands clasped together and her eyes red.

“Oh dear, silly girl, it looks like Young Master Huang Tian isn’t going to make it. Let’s think of another way out. How about I go and beg Steward Fang to let us, mother and daughter, go and serve other masters after the Fourth Young Master dies, so that we won’t be without support and get kicked out of the Huang family in the future?”

In the corner, a strong woman dressed in coarse cloth watched her daughter cry sadly and couldn't help but sigh and start muttering to herself.

"I thought being assigned to serve the Fourth Young Master was a good job, but who would have thought that those people were taking advantage of me because I was new to the Huang family and didn't know the inside story. It turns out that the Fourth Young Master was born to a maid, and his mother died of illness a few years ago."

Neither the master nor the mistress liked him; he was unloved by his father and mother, and was often bullied by the second and third young masters. If it weren't for the servants being mindful of his status as a master and not daring to be too harsh, occasionally providing him with some grain and cloth, he simply couldn't survive. In truth, if you ask me, it would be better if the fourth young master died. He would no longer suffer from being bullied, and my son and I would be free..."

"Mother!" Hearing this, the little girl became angry, and tears streamed down her face as she sobbed uncontrollably.

"Oh, don't cry, Mother won't say anymore." The strong woman said somewhat awkwardly, "Actually, I also hope that the fourth young master's illness can get better, but this illness came on so strangely, it became so serious in just one or two days, and even the doctor shook his head after examining him..."

She realized what she was saying and quickly slapped her mouth twice, "I really won't say anymore, I won't say anymore!"

In the apartment, Huang Tian frowned slightly. He didn't care about the messy life of the boy on the bed. In his opinion, none of the three people in the room showed any signs of cultivation, including the boy with the same name as him.

However, judging from the strong woman's rambling, it was clear that the fourth young master was extremely unloved, and even if this world had a cultivation system, he might not be able to come into contact with it.

Huang Tian's gaze shifted, and the scene changed to the courtyard outside the side room.

The courtyard was small but quiet. The ground was paved with gray bricks, and some small grasses with lush green leaves peeked out from the cracks in the bricks. A pomegranate tree was planted in the corner of the wall, its branches and leaves providing a cool shade.

In the middle of the courtyard, there is a stone table and two square stone stools. Under the eaves, there is a slightly worn blue stone water vat filled with clear water, with a few small leaves floating quietly on the surface.

He tried to zoom out to see what was happening outside the courtyard, but the screen remained motionless, as if telling him that he could only see this much for now.

"The information we can obtain is still too little. We don't know if extraordinary powers exist in this world..."

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(End of this chapter)