Chapter 6

Zhao Huizhong spread out his hand, and it vanished from his shoulder, reappearing in his palm.

It had also changed, seeming to have grown a bit.

This thing... can grow with me. Does that mean its amplification ability can also increase?

It coiled around his hand in a ring, like a strange snake with its head and tail connected, black mist swirling around it, resembling a totem.

"New feature: can grow and absorb yin souls..."

Zhao Huizhong recalled the bizarre scene when the yin soul, Xia Si, was injured by the guards and absorbed into a skin during his escape from Handan.

It moved around in his palm for a moment before re-entering his body, lying dormant in the Immortal-Demon Spring.

Zhao Huizhong selected a few bamboo scrolls from the bookshelf and took out the emerald scroll given to him by King Zhuangxiang, which recorded the Immortal Platform chapters. He then sat down on a mat by the side.

"With the power of the Immortal-Demon, I can master related techniques."

"Yes, different cultivation systems have different levels, but in general, there are nine levels in the early stages. After the ninth level, one enters the Sage realm, which has its own levels..."

There are so many levels!

Zhao Huizhong read and pondered the content of the scroll.

"The Immortal Platform chapter I am cultivating, the fourth level is the Divine Power realm, where one begins to use divine powers. The fifth level, which I am currently at, is called the Demon Feeder... one can absorb the qi of all things in heaven and earth, like a demon, further improving oneself.

The key to advancing is to absorb a hundred different qi, not just the qi of heaven and earth to nourish oneself."

Zhao Huizhong thought about the content of the scroll.

He began to study the techniques of the Immortal Platform chapter. When he activated the power within his body, a black mist rose along his spine, bursting out from the back of his head, swaying like a young dragon emerging, coiling around him like a manifestation.

At that moment, the entire study was filled with a mountain-like pressure, making one tremble.

Zhao Huizhong reined in the aura within his body after a brief demonstration and took out a few more bamboo scrolls from the bookshelf.

The room was quiet and peaceful, with the cold moonlight pouring in through the wooden lattice windows, mingling with the lamplight.

"...The Hundred Schools of Thought, though not all seek immortality, all have techniques to control and protect themselves.

Among them, the Yin-Yang School founded the Five Elements theory, which can transform the Five Elements. When all five are complete, one achieves great success, starting from the Single Element realm, then the Dual Element realm, the Triple Element realm...

The Diplomat School, with Guiguzi as the founder and Zhang Yi and Su Qin as representatives...

They use their diplomatic skills and silver tongues to manipulate and persuade, traveling across the land, looking down on all.

Their cultivation is divided into... the Speech Realm, the Law Realm, where they can turn the false into the real, deceiving others' perceptions.

The mighty Qin army, with many famous generals, and Chancellor Lü Buwei, who is a master of the Eclectic School, is unfathomable.

The Eclectic School... means a bit of everything, right?

Moreover, this world seems to have ghosts and all sorts of esoteric practices... how can my materialist heart cope?"

Zhao Huizhong read through the scrolls, unaware that it was already late at night, yet he felt no fatigue.

With each breath, his power within his body grew, absorbing energy from the void.

He didn't need to sit in meditation with closed eyes to cultivate.

"Indeed, the Hundred Schools of Thought have diverse cultivation methods... I wonder which school the Immortal Platform chapter belongs to."

That night, Zhao Huizhong spent his time reading various scrolls.

When he finished his night reading and left the study, it was already dawn.

The maid, who had stayed up all night, had dark circles under her eyes but still managed to serve Zhao Huizhong, helping him bathe and change clothes. After breakfast, he left the palace, accompanied by several attendants, heading towards the Zhangtai Palace.

The sky was now bright, and as Zhao Huizhong walked, he looked up.

Let me tell you, those who haven't traveled through time can't understand how blue the sky can be in this world. It's like a vast lake hanging in the sky, so clear it's almost transparent, as if you can see the end of the blue sky.

And the white clouds float freely, traveling across the world without restraint.

"No wonder people who travel through time always try to bring things like soap and monosodium glutamate. This world has no hygiene products or the concept of bacteria, so many people die young.

Should I try to produce alcohol?"

Since coming to this world, Zhao Huizhong had developed a habit of being clean, always feeling that his hands weren't clean enough, and bacteria were everywhere.

"And the food here is tasteless, all natural seasonings, lacking in flavor."

He was complaining about the differences between this world and modern Earth when he suddenly saw a little fat boy running through an archway, followed by a group of attendants.

The little fat boy also noticed him, and they looked at each other from a distance, recognizing each other's identities.

"The one passing by is the Crown Prince's brother, Prince Jiao, whose mother is Lady Xiuli," an attendant behind Zhao Huizhong explained the little fat boy's identity.

Zhao Huizhong nodded slightly, and ahead, the grand eaves of the Zhangtai Palace protruded from the many buildings, as if supporting the sky.

"Father, Mother."

King Zhuangxiang and Zhao Ji were having breakfast. Seeing Zhao Huizhong, the king happily gestured for him to sit beside him and casually asked, "Huizhong, did you make any progress in your cultivation yesterday?"

Zhao Ji laughed, "Your Majesty is too anxious. It's the first time Huizhong has cultivated. Not hurting himself and staying safe is a blessing from our ancestors."

After Zhao Huizhong sat down, King Zhuangxiang tried to reach out to check his internal qi.

However, Zhao Huizhong subtly avoided it. If King Zhuangxiang directly probed his body, his breakthrough level would be exposed.

Zhao Huizhong extended his hand, and a wisp of black mist flowed out, moving freely around his fingers.

Clang!

King Zhuangxiang was clearly shocked, his bowl trembling and falling to the ground.

The bowls in this world were wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with a base, resembling a tripod.

Zhao Huizhong glanced at the fallen bowl, thinking, "This bowl, when it falls, will be covered in bacteria. It won't be clean without boiling it. Hmm, I can boil it in hot water."

"Huizhong."

King Zhuangxiang looked at Zhao Huizhong in disbelief.

He rarely lost his composure as a king, and Zhao Ji also became tense, "What's wrong?"

"My son has actually formed the Immortal-Demon Spring, with qi radiating outward, completing the initial stage of the Immortal Platform chapter?" King Zhuangxiang was uncertain and surprised.

Not just the Immortal-Demon Spring, I'm already at the fifth level... Zhao Huizhong thought.

In his youth, King Zhuangxiang had been a hostage in Zhao, delaying his cultivation. Later, he was busy ascending to power and couldn't focus on cultivation, and his natural talent wasn't high.

He himself was currently at the fifth level, the Demon Feeder realm, almost being caught up by his fake son who had only cultivated for a day.

King Zhuangxiang only thought Zhao Huizhong had formed the Immortal-Demon Spring, unaware of how extraordinary he was.

Even so, King Zhuangxiang was already shaken.

To form the Immortal-Demon Spring on the first try, what kind of talent is this?

He had not expected much from this son in terms of cultivation, thinking he had missed the best time to start.

But in just one day, a revolutionary change had occurred.

King Zhuangxiang's eyes were filled with enthusiasm, "I sense that Huizhong not only formed the Immortal-Demon Spring but also has remaining strength. What level are you at now?"

"Third level."

Zhao Huizhong secretly withheld two levels, thinking some things didn't need to be revealed, but he couldn't give away everything.

King Zhuangxiang suddenly burst into laughter, "My son has such Immortal-Demon potential, wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!"

"Someone, summon Chancellor Lü to see me immediately."