Transmigrating to the Qi Cultivation Path, I became an outdated Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Chapter 98 The Youth's Rise and the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword [Daily Subscription Requested]

"Good! Good! Good!"

He Sheng said "good" three times in a row, his face full of satisfaction.

Upon hearing the words "Severing the Green Silk," he immediately understood that this young man had not only broken through his mental barriers but also found his own path.

Black hair is the hair of worries.

He Ziyang was always a thoughtful and contemplative person. The confusion, bewilderment, and resentment he felt in his youth were like three thousand strands of hair entwined around his heart.

Now that he has finally understood, he uses his sword to break through all his worries and has become single-minded. This is the way of the sword that best suits his true nature.

"Ziyang, unleash your full power at me!" He Sheng stepped back two paces, standing with his hands behind his back. "Let me see your [Severing Silk] technique."

The mystery of it.

He Ziyang was slightly taken aback, then nodded solemnly.

He gripped the hilt of the small black iron sword with his right hand, took a deep breath, and his aura suddenly changed.

The once gentle and peaceful boy seemed to transform into a drawn sword in that instant, his sharp aura emanating from his body.

The air around the bamboo house seemed to freeze, and the rustling bamboo leaves fell silent.

The next instant, the sword light flashed.

This sword strike wasn't fast, but it carried a powerful and unsettling force.

Wherever the sword passed, it seemed as if invisible threads in the void were being severed inch by inch, emitting a faint clanging sound.

He Sheng did not use any defensive measures, allowing the sword intent to touch him.

hum!

Within his sea of ​​consciousness, the exquisite bottle trembled slightly, its body radiating brilliant starlight, easily repelling the incoming sword intent.

The mere nascent sword intent was naturally no match for He Sheng's divine sense defense, forged using the "Divine Artifact Treasure Bottle Forging Method."

However, something unexpected happened to him.

The sword intent was blocked by the treasure bottle, but its essence did not completely dissipate.

A faint, almost imperceptible sadness welled up from the depths of his heart without warning.

The sorrow was faint, yet real, as if it were a worry about something, or a recollection of something.

He couldn't help but think about his future path... After the false elixir, how could he truly form a core? And where could he find a suitable Qi-cultivation technique?

The thought flashed through his mind in an instant, but was immediately suppressed by his powerful divine sense.

However, He Sheng's shock lingered for a long time.

"Sword intent is so domineering?" he muttered to himself, his gaze towards He Ziyang becoming more solemn. "The mere nascent sword intent is enough to stir my emotions."

If one's sword intent were fully mastered, wouldn't a single strike be enough to make someone lose their composure?

When he fought Chen Keshan before, although the opponent also used attacks at the level of artistic conception, they were far less profound than this one that directly touched the essence of the soul.

The sword cultivator who mastered the Qi Divine Channel is indeed extraordinary.

He Ziyang sheathed his sword and stood there, his face showing some fatigue. Clearly, this all-out sword strike had taken a toll on him.

"Lord, Ziyang has been in Tiandu Mountain for three years." He bowed solemnly, his tone earnest. "Now that his sword intent is beginning to take shape and he has a clear understanding of the path ahead, he wishes to return to the Changyang Mountain Clan to cultivate in seclusion. I humbly request Your permission."

He Sheng came to his senses and looked at He Ziyang, who had grown into a handsome young man, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Three years later, the child finally found his own path and no longer needed his constant care.

Moreover, he was about to begin preparing to break through to the False Core stage, so he didn't have much time to take care of He Ziyang.

"Can.

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He Sheng smiled and nodded, saying, "You've found your own path. How you proceed from here is entirely up to you."

At this point, he suddenly remembered something, flipped his palm and took out a light blue token, which was the Water Moon Sword Token that Ying Ruyue had given him.

"This object contains a sword intent of 'True Water,' which I have often tried to comprehend over the past few years, but unfortunately I have never been able to grasp its essence."

Now that you have entered the path of swordsmanship, could you perhaps devise a way to help me comprehend its profound mysteries?

Over the years, He Sheng has come to understand that although he once had a water clock in hand, the cultivation of water clocks requires a starting point. This method of using an object as a reference, which is almost like comprehending sword intent out of thin air, is completely ineffective.

He himself was not good at swordsmanship, so simply practicing and comprehending it was not very useful.

Originally, he didn't have much pursuit of sword intent; he only wanted to have a superficial understanding of it to meet Ying Ruyue's requirements and further deepen the cooperation with the Moon Glow Sect.

Having just experienced the domineering power of He Ziyang's "Severing Green Silk" sword intent, he really wanted to make some achievements in the way of the sword.

He Ziyang accepted the sword token and immersed his consciousness into it to sense it carefully.

A moment later, he raised his head, a strange light flashing in his eyes.

"The sword intent contained in this sword token is quite profound, completely different from my [Severing Green Silk]." He pondered, "The artistic conception within seems to be related to the moon's reflection in the water, where reality and illusion intertwine, and the changes are unpredictable."

He Sheng was delighted to hear this. An expert is indeed different. It seems that there is a way to get started with sword intent by using He Ziyang's sword talent!

Sure enough, just three days later, He Ziyang handed over the sword token and a newly engraved jade slip to He Sheng.

"I call the sword intent contained in the sword token 'Moon in the Water'," He Ziyang explained. "This is a sword technique that I comprehended after studying the sword token."

"The lord only needs to cultivate this sword technique to a state of unparalleled mastery, and he will naturally comprehend the sword intent of 'Moon in the Water'."

This is exactly what I wanted!

He Sheng was very satisfied with this. After taking the jade slip, he scanned it with his divine sense, and his smile became even wider.

The sword technique recorded in the jade slip appears simple, but it contains extremely subtle variations, incorporating the artistic conception of the ever-changing water and moon, and the interplay of reality and illusion.

However, He Ziyang added, "Unfortunately, the inheritance in the token is incomplete; at most, one can only cultivate this sword intent to the minor completion stage."

Small achievements are enough.

He Sheng knew that if Ying Ruyue really wanted to use him, he could ask her for further guidance on sword intent.

"I really didn't expect you to be able to comprehend such swordsmanship so quickly. You're truly remarkable."

He Sheng praised him repeatedly.

"It's just that the sword intent in the sword order is broken down and carried by sword moves."

The Lord of the Manor is extremely skilled in water magic, and this sword technique, which integrates water into the sword, perfectly aligns with his cultivation path.

"Good! Good! Good!"

He Sheng said "good" three times in a row, and carefully put the jade slip and the Water Moon Sword Token into his storage bag.

With this sword technique, once he has mastered it, he can practice it at any time and comprehend the sword intent of "Moon in the Water" in an instant.

With the matter settled, He Ziyang requested to return to Changyang Mountain. He Sheng offered to take him back, but he refused.

"Lord, Ziyang wants to travel south alone, as a way to gain some experience."

Looking into his clear and determined eyes, He Sheng ultimately didn't force him, but simply nodded gently: "Go."

As he spoke, he turned to look at Changming, the little monkey perched on He Ziyang's shoulder.

Three years have passed, and the Minghui Water Ape has grown quite a bit. It is now the size of an ordinary person's arm, and its originally grayish fur now has a few strands of bright gold. Its eyes have a brighter, more intelligent light in them.

It has now officially become a first-tier demon beast, with its bloodline awakened by about 30%, and it has even learned to breathe in the essence of the sun and moon on its own. Its magical power fluctuations are comparable to those of a cultivator at the second level of Qi Refining.

It can find its own food from ordinary first-tier spiritual fruits and herbs, so it doesn't need He Sheng to feed it specially.

"Changming, what do you think?" He Sheng asked. "Will you stay with me at the Water Mansion, or go back with Ziyang?"

Changming tilted his head and thought for a moment, then stretched out his furry little paw and pointed south.

"You want to go back to the He family?" He Sheng raised an eyebrow slightly.

The little monkey nodded and gestured a few more times.

He Sheng understood its meaning quickly.

This little guy wants to go back to Qingzhu Academy and study for a few more years.

"Alright then." He Sheng smiled. "Then you can go with Ziyang."

The man and the monkey walked out of the valley side by side and headed south along the winding mountain road.

He Sheng watched their figures gradually disappear among the lush trees before finally turning his gaze away.

"Now that Ziyang's sword intent is clear, he will likely achieve the Dao Foundation in just a few years. Even if he returns to the He family, he won't stay for more than a few years."

In recent years, He Sheng has repeatedly studied the "Purple Cloud Annihilation Sword Technique" and knows that the threshold for entering this technique is extremely high, but once one understands the sword intent, one can advance without hesitation in cultivation.

Furthermore, according to the manual, the Purple Gold Soaring Qi belongs to the middle third grade, and the corresponding life supernatural power [Purple Cloud] is used to promote cultivation with sword intent, like riding the wind and controlling a sword.

Within a few years, one can expect to achieve great success and lay a solid foundation for one's path.

The boy has grown up and there is no need to worry about him anymore. He Sheng should now focus on his own path and make final preparations for breaking through to the False Core stage.

With this thought in mind, He Sheng turned around and transformed into a streak of light blue, returning to the Water Palace.

After entering the rear hall of the Water Mansion, He Sheng sat cross-legged on the bluestone platform. He did not rush to start forging the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword. Instead, he first studied the sword's blueprint from beginning to end.

Three days later, He Sheng felt he had grasped all the key points and then officially began the refining process.

"Come."

He Sheng waved his hand and took out thirty drops of Lake Moon Water from his storage artifact.

"A thousand drops of spiritual water, a thousand forbidden patterns." He Sheng muttered to himself, "However, with my current skill in refining weapons and the strength of my divine sense, purifying and condensing thirty drops of Lake Moon Bright Water in one go should be no problem. Then I can engrave the forbidden patterns one by one."

For ordinary weapon crafting, it only requires four steps: purifying the spiritual materials, engraving forbidden patterns, nurturing the spiritual essence, and combining and shaping the weapon.

However, the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword is completely different. It requires each drop of spiritual water to be crafted as an independent magical artifact, condensing and engraving restrictions on it separately. Finally, a complex set of restrictions is used to connect all the water droplets together, so that it can be crafted into a water sword that can be gathered and dispersed at will.

Therefore, if one's crafting skills and spiritual strength are insufficient, the entire crafting process will be extremely lengthy.

"Let's begin."

He Sheng took a deep breath, and the subtle artistic conception unfolded dramatically.

In an instant, the moisture in the entire rear hall seemed to become an extension of his perception, and the trajectory of each water elemental flow was clearly reflected in his sea of ​​consciousness.

He threw thirty drops of moonlit lake water into the three spiritual springs, and as the water droplets rose, he continuously infused them with condensing techniques.

Just two days later, the lake moon water in the spiritual spring gradually completed its purification. He Sheng took out a drop, slowly stretched it in his palm, and it transformed into a light blue sword leaf about an inch long.

The sword-shaped leaf was as thin as a cicada's wing and completely translucent.

With the solidification complete, the next step was to inscribe the forbidden patterns. He Sheng used his divine sense as a blade to meticulously outline the patterns on the thin, cicada-wing-like sword leaf.

For He Sheng, ordinary air restrictions were already a piece of cake, but the sword leaf formed by the water droplets was extremely fragile and would collapse if he was not careful.

Therefore, even with He Sheng's current spiritual strength, comparable to that of a pseudo-core cultivator, coupled with his extreme insight enhanced by the Wei Lan Intent, he dared not be careless in the slightest.

As the last line of the pattern fell, the sword leaf trembled slightly, and a soft blue light shone on its surface.

It became.

He Sheng let out a soft breath and sent the sword leaf into the spiritual spring to nourish and refine it. Then he took out the second drop of Lake Moon Water.

The days passed by.

He Sheng was completely immersed in the long process of forging the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword. Every day he was either engraving forbidden patterns on the sword blade or purifying and refining the newly added Lake Moon Bright Water, repeating the cycle endlessly.

The further you go in the refining process, the more difficult it becomes.

Because the incantations on each sword leaf are slightly different, they need to be fine-tuned according to the position of the sword leaf in the entire set of swords.

Even more critically, as the number of sword leaves increases, each newly forged sword leaf needs to establish a subtle connection with the previous sword leaves. This connection is like a snap fastener, becoming more and more complex as it progresses, and there can be no room for error.

Sometimes, He Sheng would get stuck on the structure of a certain forbidden pattern for days on end, trying dozens of times before finding the correct solution.

If it weren't for his powerful divine sense and the blessing of the subtle ripples, an ordinary second-tier high-grade weapon refiner would probably have been forced to stop refining long ago.

January has passed.

Two months have passed.

March has passed.

In the blink of an eye, half a year has quietly passed.

On this day, in the rear hall of the Longevity Pool Water Palace, a thousand sword leaves shot out simultaneously from three spiritual springs, dancing and swirling in mid-air.

Each of those sword-shaped leaves was only the size of a willow leaf, translucent as water, with a soft blue halo flowing across its surface.

Their flight in the air is varied; some are as light as butterflies, some as swift as lightning, and some as leisurely as fish, yet they subtly create a mysterious harmony among themselves.

He Sheng sat cross-legged on the bluestone platform, his hands moving in a series of hand seals like butterflies flitting among flowers.

"Gather!"

With a soft shout, the thousand sword leaves trembled and converged towards the center from all directions.

Countless fine blue light threads lit up between the sword leaves, crisscrossing and weaving into an extremely complex three-dimensional forbidden pattern network.

It was the special set of restrictions recorded in the diagram that connected thousands of sword leaves into a complete whole, with each sword leaf as a node.

When the last filament of light was connected, the thousand sword leaves suddenly shone brightly.

A brilliant ray of moonlight rose from the cluster of sword leaves, and the scattered sword leaves began to merge and reconstruct themselves.

First the hilt, then the guard, and finally the blade.

A long sword, translucent and seemingly formed from moonlight, slowly took shape before He Sheng.

The sword was only about three feet long, as thin as a cicada's wing, with a faint silver light pattern on its spine, like the moon's reflection in water.

A fine mist of water lingered in the air around the sword, refracting a faint rainbow.

He Sheng raised his hand and summoned the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword into his palm.

The moment he touched it, he clearly felt a cool and gentle sword intent emanating from the blade.

That wasn't his own sword intent, but rather the innate spiritual energy contained within the Dao artifact itself.

Pure, clean, with a touch of aloofness and otherworldly charm.

With a thought, he channeled his magic power into the sword.

Swish!

The Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword suddenly dispersed, turning into a sky full of water mist.

Amidst the mist, the bright moon's reflection appeared and disappeared, radiating a refreshing and delightful glow.

With another thought, the mist gathered again, condensing into a complete longsword in his palm.

Gathering and scattering are determined by the heart; a thousand rivers take on different forms.

"It's done!"

He Sheng placed the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword across his lap and carefully sensed it with his divine sense.

The quality of this Dao artifact can only be considered as that of a genuine product. After all, it was his first time refining a Dao artifact, and the result was already beyond expectations.

However, even if it is just an authentic product, the power of this Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword far exceeds that of ordinary fine-grade magic weapons.

The difference between Dao artifacts and Dharma artifacts lies not in their quality, but in the innate spiritual charm they contain and the manifestation of attributes that are in harmony with a specific destiny.

He Sheng flipped his palm and took out the Blood Poison Mother-Child Blade, comparing the two side by side.

The Blood Poison Mother-Child Blade is the highest-quality magical artifact he has ever crafted; in terms of power, it is no less than that of a typical rudimentary magical weapon.

However, in terms of purity and alignment with destiny, it falls short of the Thousand Waters Condensed Moon Sword. The latter is the true weapon of the Dao, naturally resonating with the destiny of [True Water].

"With this sword, we should be able to fulfill the five-year agreement. Next, we should begin the final preparations before forming the core."

He Sheng sheathed the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword, then took out a Foundation Establishment Pill and began another round of regression and rebuilding.

More than half a year later, in Yuanxia Immortal City.

Still in the Lanyue Pavilion on the top floor of Xianyoulai, He Sheng saw two disciples of Yuexia Sect waiting for him as soon as he entered. They were Lin Yuejing, Ying Ruyue's third disciple, and Li Yuehua, her seventh disciple.

He Sheng was quite familiar with these two people; he had been working with them on deliveries for the past few years.

However, today was different. Upon seeing He Sheng arrive, the charming and lovely Li Yuehua hurriedly asked, "Master Xiang, there's only one year left of your five-year agreement with your master. Has the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword been completed?"

The reason this woman was in such a hurry was because her senior sister, Lin Yuejing, had already successfully established her foundation.

When Ying Ruyue first approached He Sheng, one of her initial intentions was to find a suitable Dao artifact for Lin Yuejing.

"I have fulfilled my mission!"

Faced with He Sheng's resolute answer, even the usually composed Lin Yuejing became restless and stood up to ask, "Master Xiang, is what you say true?"

Knowing that words were not enough, He Sheng immediately took out the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword from his waist.

The moment the sword appeared, the light inside Lanyue Pavilion softened considerably.

The sword was crystal clear, as thin as a cicada's wing, with a faint silver light pattern flowing along its spine, like a crescent moon reflected in a deep pool.

Fine mist silently permeated the air around the sword, refracting layers of pale blue iridescence under the sunlight streaming in from the window, as if enveloping the entire private room in a serene and tranquil atmosphere.

Lin Yuejing's gaze fell on the sword and she couldn't look away.

Almost instinctively, she reached out her hand, but before her fingertips even touched the sword's edge, the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword emitted a clear, melodious hum, as if responding to her expectation.

"What a fine sword! A truly fine sword!"

Lin Yuejing praised repeatedly and gripped the sword hilt in her hand.

The moment she held it, a cool and gentle sword intent flowed upwards along the meridians in her palm, merging and resonating with her own true water magic power. The sense of harmony made it seem as if this sword was created for her.

With a slight thought, she channeled her magic power into the sword.

Swish!

The Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword suddenly dispersed, turning into a sky full of water mist.

Amidst the mist, the bright moon's shadow appeared and disappeared, and where its gentle light fell, even the leaves of the orchid on the windowsill were covered with fine dewdrops.

With another thought, the misty water suddenly gathered and condensed back into a complete longsword in her palm. The moon shadow patterns on the sword were even brighter than before, as if they had been awakened by her magic.

"Gathering and scattering are determined by the heart, and a thousand waters take shape." Lin Yuejing's eyes shone with admiration as she turned to look at He Sheng, her tone already carrying a hint of sincere admiration. "Master Xiang's skill in weapon crafting is truly admirable. The purity of this sword's quality is comparable to that of the Dao artifacts crafted by the master weapon crafters of the Hundred Arts Sect."

Li Yuehua, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain herself. She leaned closer, tiptoed, and peeked out, saying repeatedly, "Senior Sister, let me touch it too!"

Lin Yuejing carefully put the sword into her sleeve and gave her a reproachful look: "This is a weapon for me to inherit the Dao, you silly girl, don't be so clumsy."

Li Yuehua pouted, looking unhappy.

Seeing this, He Sheng smiled slightly, flipped his palm, took out a storage bag, and pushed it in front of Li Yuehua.

"Fellow Daoist Li, these are the fifteen Cold Moon Arc Swords that should be delivered this year, as well as a set of exquisite Water Moon Heart Swords. Please take a look at them."

Li Yuehua took the storage bag, scanned it with her divine sense, and nodded with a smile.

"Fellow Daoists, I have something else to discuss with you."

Lin Yuejing was in a good mood and smiled as she heard this, saying, "Please speak freely, Master."

"Xiang is preparing to go into seclusion to try and break through to the point of obtaining a fake elixir."

This period of seclusion will last at least half a year and may take more than a year, during which time he will likely be unable to continue forging swords.

The remaining Cold Moon Arc Sword and Water Moon Heart Sword will have to be delivered after one or two years, once the core is formed.

"Would you two be willing to convey this matter to Master Ying?"

Lin Yuejing and Li Yuehua exchanged a glance, a hint of surprise flashing in their eyes.

Lin Yuejing scrutinized He Sheng for a moment and said, "I observe that Master Xiang possesses profound magical power, a powerful spiritual soul, and the ability to refine qi. Even if he doesn't cultivate the Qi-absorbing Divine Ability technique, there's still a chance he could form a Golden Core. Why is Master Xiang..."

Lin Yuejing's question was similar to that of the old man Tianfu. He Sheng was prepared for this and simply said, "I am just a rogue cultivator and cannot be compared with the cultivators of the sect. Speaking of this breakthrough to the elixir stage, I would like to ask Fairy Lin and Fellow Daoist Zhu Hong to put in a good word for me and ask if you can help me rent a good third-level meditation room."

Hearing this, Li Yuehua asked with some surprise, "Master Xiang knows Zhu Hong, so why did he ask Senior Sister to speak on his behalf?"

He Sheng put on a helpless and somewhat sorrowful expression and said, "Fairy Li, you may not know this, but the third-tier quiet rooms that Yuanxia Immortal City rents out occasionally experience unstable spiritual energy supply."

I heard that in previous years, some people failed to pass the test because of this.

As a lone cultivator with no one to rely on, if he were to be unlucky enough to encounter such a thing, he might not even be able to find a place to seek justice.

These things were not fabricated by He Sheng. The third-tier spiritual land of Yuanxia Immortal City was controlled by True Person Tianwu and his disciples, and only those who broke through to the next level were allowed to obtain a fake core.

If there are any obstacles, such as the interruption of spiritual energy supply at the crucial moment of Core Formation, then the attempt will inevitably fail.

Although He Sheng believed he had not offended the Heavenly Centipede True Man's faction, he still felt he could not be too careful. Therefore, he wanted to use the name of the Moon Glow Sect to rent a third-level quiet room, which would save him some unnecessary trouble.

Upon hearing this, Li Yuehua frowned slightly, still looking bewildered. This girl was not yet twenty years old and lacked worldly experience, so it was not surprising that she did not understand the intricacies of the matter.

Lin Yuejing clearly understood.

Knowing that He Sheng's request was nothing more than to use the power of the Moon Glow Sect to prevent True Person Tianwu and his disciples from acting recklessly, thereby ensuring a stable environment for Core Formation.

This Master Xiang can be described as an outstanding person, but he still had to go to such lengths to find a place to form a core. This shows how difficult it is for independent cultivators. No wonder he gave up the path of forming a core and only sought a fake core.

My Moonlit Cloud Sect can indeed provide excellent sites for Core Formation, but...

Lin Yuejing shook her head inwardly, rejecting the idea. She knew that the sect could provide a better environment for Core Formation, but only if He Sheng became one of their own. However, this was not something he could decide; it required the approval of his master.

If Master were to recruit Grandmaster, he probably wouldn't so readily promise three Thousand Water Moon Swords in exchange for a Golden Core.

Lin Yuejing pondered her master's attitude and decided not to cause any trouble, saying only, "This matter is not difficult."

I will go to see Fellow Daoist Zhu later and arrange a fine quiet room for the master.

"For the next year or two, you can focus on mastering the temporary elixir and the delivery of the remaining swords will be postponed."

Seeing Lin Yuejing's quick agreement, He Sheng was overjoyed. He then mentioned that he had run out of Lake Moon Water and would need to send another batch to forge the Thousand Waters Condensing Moon Sword.

Lin and Li didn't take the matter to heart and casually agreed.

Several days later, Lin Yuejing indeed completed the matter of the third-level meditation room.

Early that morning, Zhu Hong personally led He Sheng to the Tianxia Quiet Chamber, the most central location of Yuanxia Immortal City.

Located directly above a third-tier spiritual vein, the entire building is constructed from a single piece of five-colored stone, with intricate spirit-gathering array patterns carved on its outer walls.

Zhu Hong handed a jade tablet to He Sheng and instructed him, "Fellow Daoist Xiang, this jade tablet can control the spirit-gathering array in the meditation room."

Normally, a spirit-gathering array isn't needed for breaking through to the next level and obtaining a fake elixir, unless the cultivator's technique is special.

Clearly, thanks to Lin Yuejing's intervention, He Sheng was able to obtain the token to control the Spirit Gathering Array, thus ensuring an unstable supply of spiritual energy.

"Thank you, Deputy City Lord Zhu."

He Sheng nodded his thanks. He had met Zhu Hong several times and found that the man was extremely ambitious for fame and fortune, and especially liked it when others called him the deputy city lord.

really.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Hong smiled and said, "Fellow Daoist Xiang, then I would like to congratulate you in advance on your successful Core Formation."

"Thank you for the deputy city lord's auspicious words."

After exchanging pleasantries with Zhu Hong, He Sheng finally pushed open the door and entered.

Upon entering, He Sheng saw that the quiet room was quite spacious, with both its length and width exceeding ten zhang.

In the center was a jade futon, its four walls as smooth as a mirror, and a fist-sized spirit-gathering pearl embedded in the dome, emitting a soft, milky-white halo.

The ground beneath their feet faintly shimmered with pale golden spiritual light patterns, the core of the spirit-gathering array directly channeled into the meditation room by a third-tier spiritual vein.

He Sheng sat cross-legged on the jade futon, and after getting used to the environment for a while, he began the final preparations before forming his core.