Chapter 47: Xu Changsheng's Depth and Insight
Morning.
After calming his thoughts, Xu Changsheng went to the kitchen to wash his face and took a mouthful of water.
His spiritual energy vibrated.
Glug, glug!
The water in his mouth trembled at a high frequency.
After a dozen seconds, Xu Changsheng spat out the water.
His teeth were clean.
Though his cultivation realm required rebuilding, his battle experience and life skills remained intact.
Moreover,
while others could only sip acid rain cautiously, he could gulp it down in one go!
This was because he possessed a unique method that catalyzed his body's absorption and efficiently expelled the medicinal residue.
Exhale.
“Acid rain is a free resource; this lifetime is truly interesting.”
Taking a deep breath, he began drinking the acid rain, starting today’s training.
After all, not everyone was like Liu Jun, who had an unfair advantage—just lying down and waiting for a 100% chance to awaken a mushroom talent and become stronger.
The intensity of their home training was extremely high.
Hoo-hah!
He continuously exhaled as he practiced his secret supreme technique, the “Ten Thousand Forgings Longevity Art.”
This cultivation method was refined according to the human body's structure.
It had been created by some sage friends of his from history who were adept researchers. Though its ceiling was not very high, it could extend life and strengthen the foundation.
“Looking at it this way, I only need a short three or four days to break through another realm.”
“Rehe Heavy Industries? The ancient Confucian Hongnong family of Jiangnan?”
He recalled passing through Jiangnan several hundred years ago, where a lofty Hongnong Confucian scholar was overseeing children making a group of students fight each other for amusement.
He still remembered the leading scholar saying:
“Children, remember, how can these commoners be considered human?”
“They study hard all their lives only to gain the threshold to see us nobility, and in the end, they become nothing but dogs.”
The memory flashed back.
Combining it with the current state of Rehe City—teacher Si Anhe, school beauty Bai Youxuan, the chubby kid... and various students—
their family education was exactly the same.
Times have changed, but people have not.
Boom!
He threw a punch, producing a slight sonic boom in the air.
“Every sage has their own talent.”
“And mine is longevity—the weakest kind. Back then, any random Daoist friend was stronger than me.”
“But I am also the strongest because they have died, and I remain. The knowledge exchanged with them has become my foundation!”
“I seem the most ordinary, yet possess the most profound knowledge. No matter the difficulty, I can find a way.”
“However, in this era, that advantage has been erased.”
“They have a new system of artificial intelligence brains, able to gain decades of knowledge in a single dream, and cloud intelligence to download and retrieve any information…”
“My advantage in accumulated knowledge has been wiped out. I can find no chance of victory.”
“They also extensively excavate ancient sages, with tomb robbers everywhere. Many of my old friends’ graves have probably been dug up.”
“This lifetime will be the hardest for me.”
“As the weakest sage, I have no prospect of winning.”
He kept throwing punches and squatting, performing actions in an extremely unconventional manner, accompanied by bursts of spiritual energy trembling to assist his body’s training.
He continuously recalled that Jurassic dream.
“Speaking of training, those Titans, each as big as a small mountain, were all beast tamers, training fifteen-meter-long Tyrannosaurus rex, and they really began cultivating their bodies.”
“Truly magnificent.”
“This is something we humans cannot achieve.”
His expression was steady as he kept punching to temper his body and sharpen his consciousness.
After countless tests, the world had long settled on an ironclad rule:
Humans are not suited for physical training; no matter how strong their flesh is, it cannot withstand cannon fire!
However, in history, he had encountered some sages who attempted to pioneer the path of “martial cultivation” and proposed some special theories.
They presented the “Origin of Sages” theory.
According to their theory, innate sages should actually be called “Innate Sage Brains.”
Because they are naturally aligned with certain laws, the “Sage Brain” is born.
In the world, theories propose the existence of a “Sage Body” capable of cultivating the physical body.
But without means to increase the probability, “Sage Brains” occur naturally at a rate of one in a hundred billion.
And what about the “Sage Body”?
The brain is one organ.
The body is composed of countless organs.
Each organ has a probability of one in a hundred billion; what then is the probability of all combining to form a “Sage Body”?
Therefore, unless human history extends over hundreds of millions of years, the birth of a “Sage Body” is virtually impossible.
Thus, the current era has evolved into mechanical ascension, intelligent gods, and pure soul paths.
And this prosperity stems from just one brain.
“If the theory of the Sage Body truly exists, natural birth is nearly impossible. But if one can weave a physical body, wouldn’t it be possible to weave a Sage Body?”
His eyes deepened with longing.
“The Butterfly Clan, the Angels created by the gods... truly incredible!”
“In that era, there must have been cultivation methods far more advanced than my ‘Ten Thousand Forgings Longevity Art.’ I practice health preservation, but they cultivate power!”
He continued exercising, while his mind pondered deeply.
He was not like the truly ordinary high school student Liu Jun with no insight.
When seeing the same thing, his vision was on a sage’s level.
Liu Jun saw the Titans and thought of physical cultivation methods, using this world to develop a new extraordinary cultivation system.
But Xu Changsheng saw more deeply and understood the true principles of sage cultivation, with a better chance of realization!
He also knew that in every lifetime, before death, he would leave a legacy.
In the language of novels, he was the kind of immortal protagonist who survives by steady progress, slowly accumulating foundation, and having multiple safe retreats.
If he truly made a name for himself in the Jurassic...
Before dying in that life, he must have left treasures for himself.
Perhaps...
A perfectly woven Sage Body!
What would happen if his own “Sage Brain” inhabited a “Sage Body” left behind in the Jurassic?
Thinking of this, his breathing quickened.
Since his rebirth these days,
every time he recalled certain historical memories, they would help him solve current problems.
For instance, the last time he went out, remembering calligraphy struck a hard blow and earned him a benefactor.
Now, recalling this memory...
It meant a great treasure awaited him.
“Tonight, tonight I must remember the prehistoric era... to see what my distant past self did and what legacy he left for my future self.”
With excitement, he continued punching.
“The Angel King, able to remain preserved in amber until now...”
“My legacy may not be impossible.”
“With my steady personality, I may have left hundreds of pieces, hidden in different corners.”
When night fell, he eagerly entered his dreams.