Just as the old patriarch forced me to my death, I achieved the unity of Dao and fruition.

Prince Xuan's residence, Crown Prince's courtyard.

Lady Liu sat behind her desk, looking down as she flipped through the books sent from various counties in Beishuo Prefecture.

After Gu Cangyue and Gu Changming went on their expedition, all matters inside and outside the Prince's Mansion were temporarily handed over to her.

A steward strode in and bowed.

"Young Madam."

"Today, the second young master moved all the rare and exotic flowers and plants from both sides of the bluestone path in the back garden into his own courtyard."

Liu paused slightly as she turned the pages of the book.

"Flowers and plants? What would he do with those things?"

The manager shook his head.

"The second young master didn't say."

"He only instructed Chen Xiao that not a single one of these things should be left behind. His little courtyard is now overflowing with them, there's almost no room left to even step."

Before Lady Liu could speak, one of her personal maids standing behind her couldn't help but chuckle.

"Perhaps it's a case of two idiots finding common ground?"

"loquacious."

Liu glanced at her.

Despite this, there was little blame on her face.

Clearly, her thoughts were not much different.

In the eyes of everyone in the Xuanwang Mansion, the Second Young Master Gu Changjin had little presence.

Crown Prince Gu Changming learned military strategy and political affairs from his father from a young age, and entered the Xuanjia Army for training at the age of sixteen.

Over the years, the Crown Prince has commanded troops, suppressed rebellions, and even represented the Xuanwang Mansion to meet the Emperor in Tianjing.

Everyone in the royal palace had long regarded him as the next Xuan King.

As for Gu Changjin?

He did not vie for military power, did not concern himself with political affairs, and did not cultivate any connections within the court.

Aside from cultivating his skills, he usually drinks wine, listens to music, and occasionally goes to the back garden to bask in the sun.

To put it nicely, he was a carefree young master.

To put it bluntly, isn't he just a good-for-nothing who lives off his family background and does nothing but loaf around?

"Let him be."

Lady Liu lowered her head again.

"As long as he doesn't leave the palace or come into contact with anyone in the army, moving some flowers and plants is nothing."

"Just keep an eye on it."

"Yes."

The steward bowed and withdrew.

……

Inside the small courtyard.

Gu Changjin was naturally unaware that he had been categorized together with the flowers and plants in the courtyard.

It is the way to know, the way to do things, the way to do things, the way to do things.

What's wrong with that good-for-nothing?

With status, resources, and the support of their fathers and brothers, they could comfortably live a life of ease and comfort, so why would they want to go out and risk their lives?

The original body of his, who neither competed nor fought, chose to focus on cultivation, which Gu Changjin saw as perfectly fine.

The real problem is that the Gu family wouldn't even give him a chance to coast along and do nothing.

Moreover, this body of mine is not as useless as everyone in the Prince's Mansion imagines.

In the original timeline, he was controlled by his elder sister-in-law and suppressed by Princess Qiyang, yet he was still able to reach the True Immortal level more than ten years later.

Such talent in cultivation would make one a peerless genius in the entire Great Yin Dynasty.

Unfortunately, even true immortals are far from invincible in this realm.

Military formations can suppress you, and the dynasty's fortune can also weaken you.

The vast sky above him could directly lock his cultivation level through the Heavenly Register.

Even if you only practice the original techniques, you still can't escape the sword strike from White Wolf Plains.

Gu Changjin sat cross-legged in the quiet room and went through all the cultivation methods of this body.

There's nothing to see here. For someone with the perspective of an Earth Immortal, cultivation levels below the Immortal Realm are at most just retracing old paths.

The real problem is that all the mainstream cultivation methods in this world are related to the heavens.

The deeper one's cultivation, the more secure one's heavenly status.

The more dynasty's fortune one borrows, the heavier the constraints one becomes.

"Since the old path is not suitable, let's create a new one."

Gu Changjin closed his eyes.

The insights gained from the Daoist scriptures in the main world, the knowledge gained from various lifetimes, the martial arts and immortal methods of this world, and some ideas gleaned from those flowers and plants all fell into the Dao Fruit.

A series of pure white lights then lit up.

When all thirty paths converge into one, they dissipate, and the originally chaotic methods gradually merge into one.

Ultimately, it was transformed into a completely new scripture.

The Book of All Spirits!

This exercise has two functions.

First, cultivate the Way within yourself.

He refined all the spiritual energy, blood and qi from the outside world, and even the fortune bestowed by the heavens, into the Myriad Spirits Dao Seed that belonged only to Gu Changjin, using it to strengthen his physical body, soul, and cultivation.

Secondly, the spirit is manifested externally.

He can distribute his own Dao seed into plants, giving them spirituality and even gradually giving them simple consciousness.

These plants and trees that have been imbued with spiritual energy can also share a portion of Gu Changjin's power.

The higher his realm, the stronger the power that plants and trees can bear.

Of course, this sharing is not without its limitations.

Ordinary plants can only acquire basic intelligence, and their strength is limited by both their own foundation and Gu Changjin's realm.

If one wishes to cultivate a truly powerful individual capable of independently leading a region and possessing a complete consciousness, it is still necessary to use the Dao Fruit for cultivation, which incurs additional costs from the Dao Principle.

But that's enough.

Gu Changjin casually plucked a common green weed from a crack in the rock.

A wisp of the Dao Seed of Myriad Spirits fell into it through the fingertip.

The originally soft leaves trembled slightly, and the roots wrapped around his fingers as if they were alive.

The next moment, a very faint sense of closeness came.

It doesn't yet have a fully developed consciousness, but it can already distinguish Gu Changjin's aura and can gather its roots and unfold its leaves according to his thoughts.

More importantly, the trace of aura that originally belonged to the heavens within the wild grass did not disappear.

However, the mark it carries has changed from the heavens to Gu Changjin.

He could even use this wild grass to perceive the extremely subtle connection between the heavens and the earth.

"It really works."

Gu Changjin smiled.

The heavens overlook the thirteen states; why would they care if a single blade of grass is missing from the ground?

But what if every blade of grass and every tree is quietly changing owners?

Ordinary plants are imbued with spirits in batches using the "Ten Thousand Spirits Heavenly Scripture".

Those who are truly suitable for cultivation will then be enlightened through the attainment of the Dao, serving as their leaders.

The two work together, and the energy consumption is much less than if one relies entirely on the Dao Fruit.

What Gu Changjin truly valued was not the fact that plants could fight for him.

These plants and trees originally grew under the sky.

Its roots connect to the earth, its branches and leaves receive the sunlight, and a faint aura of the heavens still lingers within it.

If he replaces these celestial energies with the Myriad Spirits Dao Seeds, the more plants and trees he transforms, the more traces he will leave within the celestial realm.

A single blade of grass is insignificant.

Ten thousand plants, or a million plants?

If the mountains, rivers, plants, and trees of the thirteen states eventually become his eyes, ears, and seeds of the Dao...

Gu Changjin looked up at the outside of the quiet room, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up.

The Azure Heaven ruled the Great Yin for over 18,000 years.

The fortune, rules, and power of all living beings accumulated over such a long period of time are the things most worth swallowing in this world!

For the next ten days, Gu Changjin did not leave his own courtyard.

He instructed Chen Xiao to close the courtyard gates, saying only that he had suddenly become interested in cultivating spiritual plants and that no one was allowed to come in and disturb him.

Upon hearing this, the servants of the Prince's mansion became even more convinced that the second young master was bored out of his mind.

Some cultivated their skills, some commanded troops, and some took advantage of the great war to befriend powerful figures in the court.

This one is quite something.

While his father and brothers were suppressing the rebellion at the front lines, he squatted in the yard planting grass.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard were planted one by one.

At first, they simply swayed gently in the wind.

Three days later, all the flowers and leaves were rising and falling with Gu Changjin's breathing.

Seven days later, tiny roots, visible only to him, began to penetrate the earth, intercepting the faint breath that should have flowed to the heavens.

Meanwhile, Gu Changjin's cultivation level also increased rapidly under the impetus of the "Ten Thousand Spirits Seed Heavenly Scripture".

Outside the courtyard, however, no one gave it a second glance.

Everyone's attention was focused on Chenshayuan.

Until the tenth day.

boom!

The azure sky above Beishuo Prefecture suddenly trembled!

A crack stretching for tens of thousands of miles spreads all the way from the south.

Immediately afterwards, a messenger knight covered in blood rushed into the Xuan King's mansion, his mournful voice echoing throughout half of the royal city.

"A crushing defeat at Chensha Plains!"

"Three hundred thousand rebel troops suffered a complete rout!"

"Of the 100,000 Northern Northern Armored Soldiers... less than 3,000 returned!"

"The Xuan King and the Crown Prince..."

"They died for their country!"