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Chapter 57 One Door to Dual Foundation Establishment
But for Huang Dehou, this path was half blocked.
Aptitude is something that is determined from the day one is born: cultivators with a single spiritual root have a natural advantage in comprehending the Dao and principles of the same attribute, and can easily sense the fragments of laws hidden in the operation of all things in the world before they even reach the Foundation Establishment stage.
It is natural for cultivators with metal spiritual roots to comprehend the Way of Sharpness and for cultivators with wood spiritual roots to comprehend the Way of Growth.
However, the three spiritual roots are different. Each spiritual root corresponds to a different direction of the laws of heaven and earth, and a person's energy is limited.
Huang Dehou opened his eyes and felt that the three spiritual roots in his body began to draw different spiritual energy flows, and the vortex in his dantian, which was already spinning violently, began to show signs of disorder.
Just then, Huang Yuanji's aged voice rang out from beside him.
"Looking back, my ancestor Gongwang was originally a hunter in the mountains. He accidentally entered Qingyun Mountain and obtained an extraordinary opportunity."
"In the past, I survived the clutches of wild beasts and fought fish for survival in cold and dangerous rivers, and I have a deep understanding of the ways of the mountains and forests."
"Wolves dare not surround a large boar unless they are starving and desperate. Even if a wild boar is strong enough to shake the mountains and forests, it will avoid a pack of wolves. This is because it has young cubs to rely on and cannot abandon its bloodline."
"Our ancestors lived in the mountains for decades and from a young age they thoroughly understood the law of the jungle: the strong prey on the weak. This is the way of the world; only the strongest can secure their lives and survive in this world; the weak will ultimately become food for ants."
"This principle is simple and unadorned, yet it is the true meaning of the origin of heaven and earth. Heaven and earth are ruthless, regarding all things as straw dogs; cultivation is inherently defying heaven and fighting against fate, and one should naturally go against the current."
"Without a solid foundation of Dao and powerful cultivation, one is like a candle flickering in the wind, unable to stand firm in the mortal world. In the past, our ancestor condensed the Dao and established his foundation, and suddenly comprehended this ultimate principle of killing; the descendants of the Huang family have all built their foundations and comprehended the Dao with this as their foundation."
"Today, you should inscribe this principle in your dantian, imprint it in your heart and soul, and never forget it."
His voice was deep and resonant, each word carrying profound meaning, all of which were family precepts and ancestral admonitions passed down through four generations.
"Our Huang family has been rooted in Qinghe for over 130 years, starting as humble hunters and eventually becoming a prominent family in Qinghe."
"It is not due to the divine gift of spiritual veins, nor the assistance of elixirs and treasures, but entirely due to the blood and flesh of our ancestors who fought for the foundation and continued the legacy with their lives."
"A wolf that wants to devour a pig will wait until it is isolated and helpless; a pig that wants to protect its young will first raise its fangs and display its ferocity to intimidate any enemy."
"This is the legacy of our ancestors, and also the principle of life that your father practiced during his three years of fighting in Chuzhou. In chaotic times, only the strong survive. Your achievements today, and your progress step by step, are also due to this principle."
Huang Dehou closed his eyes and listened to the profound truth of the Great Dao from his father. Fu Shan Dao Ren died at his father's hands, and the reason for killing Fu Shan was the Huang family's steadfast adherence to the Dao for 130 years.
It wasn't for personal revenge, it was for survival, it was for becoming stronger.
Huang Dehou suddenly realized that he didn't need to understand a new principle; he only needed to revisit a principle that he had been exposed to since childhood.
The Huang family doesn't need those profound principles and theories; all they need is a reason for the family to survive in the dog-eat-dog world of cultivation.
He released control over his dantian, allowing the three spiritual roots to draw upon their own spiritual energy, but this time he did not attempt to harmonize them.
He made them fight and suppress each other, like a pack of hungry wolves in the forest fighting over a prey.
The strongest spiritual root will naturally gain the upper hand in this battle, while the suppressed parts will become the base, the soil that supports the foundation of the Dao.
This was a path he learned from his grandfather, and also a path trodden by generations of Huang family founders.
The vortex of spiritual energy in the dantian was constantly contracted, compressed, and deformed under the mutual tearing of the three spiritual roots, and finally exploded with a bang.
The chaotic spiritual energy re-condensed and solidified, forming a rudimentary yet real foundation for the Dao.
At the same time, Huang Dehou felt something being pierced between his eyebrows. His upper dantian, Niwan Palace, opened up the instant his Dao foundation was formed, and his divine sense spread its wings for the first time like a silkworm emerging from its cocoon.
Huang Dehou could "see" everything in the secret room even with his eyes closed. His father sat cross-legged beside him, looking tired.
The spiritual energy seeping from the cracks in the Spirit Eye Stone was as fine as silk threads, and even the tiny cracks on the surface of a few spirit stones in the corner were clearly visible.
His Dao foundation was not only small, but also dim and lackluster; it could only be said that he had barely crossed the lowest threshold.
He lacked the pure resonance of laws that a single-spiritual-root cultivator possessed, as well as the profound foundation accumulated by a prodigy. The Foundation Establishment Pill made up for his last shortcoming, but it could only send him here.
His Dao Foundation was of the lowest grade, meaning it was among the most mediocre in the cultivation world.
Huang Dehou slowly opened his eyes, knelt down and kowtowed deeply to his father.
Huang Yuanji looked at the fleeting glint of intelligence in his son's eyes, and the wrinkles that had been taut on his face finally relaxed.
He reached out and helped Huang Dehou up: "Don't belittle yourself. Although your Dao Foundation is only of the lower grade, my Huang family will have two Foundation Establishment cultivators in the future. In Qinghe County, apart from Zhao Yuanlang, no force can stand against my Huang family head-on."
Huang Dehou sensed the faint yet stable divine consciousness emanating from the Niwan Palace between his eyebrows and nodded.
The path ahead for those with a low-grade Dao Foundation is indeed difficult, with little hope of forming a core, but Foundation Establishment is still Foundation Establishment.
With his talent, it's already incredibly fortunate that he was able to complete it.
Once his divine consciousness was formed, he was able to begin practicing true immortal cultivation techniques.
He had memorized the several supernatural arts passed down from the Huang family ancestors, and was just waiting to develop divine consciousness so that he could formally practice them.
There were also the techniques that his father had secretly learned from Chuzhou, which, though crude, were extremely practical in combat.
The Huang family's ability to thrive in Qinghe for over a century stemmed from the principle of the survival of the fittest.
Huang Dehou stood up, bowed to his father again, then sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes to consolidate the foundation of his Dao that he had just formed.
Looking at his son's calm face, Huang Yuanji turned and walked out of the secret room.
The sun was shining brightly in the courtyard. Several members of the Huang family who were sweeping the ancestral hall courtyard bowed and greeted him as he came out. One of them reported that Lord Zhao had been waiting in the flower hall for a long time.
Huang Yuanji walked straight towards the flower hall without stopping.
In the flower hall, Zhao Yuanlang was slowly sipping a cup of tea. Seeing Huang Yuanji enter, he put down his teacup, his gaze lingering briefly on Huang Yuanji's brow before he smiled, rose, and bowed respectfully.
"Congratulations, fellow Daoist! Your family has gained another Foundation Establishment cultivator. With two Foundation Establishment cultivators in one family, the Huang family in Qinghe County can truly be considered the number one sect. Great joy, great joy!"
Huang Yuanji returned the greeting with a cupped hand and a slight smile, saying, "Lord Zhao, you are too kind. I achieved my success through good fortune, but I am merely a low-ranking official."
"To be able to establish a foundation is already a great fortune."
After a few more pleasantries, Zhao Yuanlang got down to business: "Elder Huang, Dehou's successful Foundation Establishment adds another Foundation Establishment cultivator to Qinghe County. I believe this is a joyous occasion for Qinghe County, and we should hold a banquet in a few days to invite all the elders to celebrate with Brother Dehou."
"What Lord Zhao says is quite right. However, Dehou still needs to go into seclusion to consolidate his cultivation. When he emerges from seclusion, I will definitely host a banquet to invite him. At that time, Your Excellency, please do me the honor of attending."
"That's natural."