Chapter 117 - Perfect Trinity Small Zhoutian

This was Jiang Wang’s final achievement in the Taixu Illusion Realm’s Circulation Realm matching battle, as he broke into the top one hundred.

In the last few battles, he narrowly won with serious injuries, and if he were to do it all over again, he might not be able to achieve the same.

Jiang Wang understood this was his current limit.

Below this information was another line of small text: “Rank 100~50, for every day maintained, reward ten merit points.”

But it was no longer relevant to Jiang Wang; he decided to challenge the Zhou Tian Jing today.

Indeed, in the Circulation Realm he still had potential to tap into, such as using the Dao Technique stage and his remaining 2800 merit points to deduce stronger Dao Techniques that could be mastered at the current phase.

Or waiting for the Four Spirits Body Refinement Technique to reach perfection.

But compared to the cultivation itself, these were just side branches.

Zhen Invincible was proficient in many kinds of Dao Techniques not because he had boundless energy, nor was he stuck at the Circulation Realm unable to advance.

It was because he truly possessed extraordinary talent; most Dao Techniques were learned at once, mastered instantly, without needing to expend too much effort.

Even with such a talent, he kept polishing his Small Zhoutian, pondering over the most suitable structure for the Small Three Talents formation.

These were things learned through casual conversation with him.

But for Jiang Wang, his Small Heavenly Cycle was a matter of natural progression.

Like the blooming flame flower, the seed sprouted and blossomed naturally.

He was increasingly recognizing the greatness of life.

Jiang Wang sat cross-legged, his mind sunk into Tongtian Palace.

The frenzied battle matchups in the Taixu Illusion Realm were to see the limit he could reach before breaking through to the next realm.

And when the Small Heavenly Cycle was naturally complete, he chose to go with the flow, not forcibly seeking invincibility in the Circulation Realm.

The two Star River Dao Spirals that Jiang Wang constructed were the Day Cycle and the Moon Cycle.

The third Dao Spiral naturally became the Star, returning to the Star River cosmos.

The first Dao Spiral was the Day, starting with the sun within the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation.

With sunrise, the world became illuminated.

The second Dao Spiral was the Moon, which almost related to everything about him.

Only the bright moon could reflect his true heart.

The third Dao Spiral was the Star, with both day and night residing in the Star River.

Day, Moon, Star River, spanned across celestial bodies, representing the infinity of the cosmos.

When the final Path Origin embedded itself, the Zhou Tian Xing Dou formation shone again, and the star rotation completed.

The dome of Tongtian Palace, rotating with the trinity of Sun, Moon, and Stars, magnificent and splendid.

And thus the Small Heavenly Cycle was perfect.

The radiance of Sun, Moon, and Stars shone together, illuminating the Tongtian Palace.

Jiang Wang could clearly sense that the Tongtian Palace had “expanded.”

It was not just in the spatial sense.

He could now imprint a Dao Technique that he knew like the back of his hand onto the dome, finalizing his first Instantaneous Dao Art.

And naturally, this Dao Technique could only be the flame flower.

In the fourteenth year of Zhuangli Yingtai, on November 24th, Jiang Wang established the third Dao Spiral, completing the Small Heavenly Cycle and officially stepping into the Zhou Tian Jing.

Imprinting the Instantaneous Dao Art, flame flower.

From opening his veins to laying the foundation, it had taken him a full four months.

But to advance from the Circulation Realm to the Zhou Tian Jing, it took him only two months.

This was in response to the choices he made before laying the foundation.

Today’s fruit is the cause of yesterday’s actions.

When the courtyard door creaked open,

Wang Changji sighed helplessly, “Why have you come back again?

Is cultivating in the county residence so leisurely?”

As he spoke, he turned his head from the lounge chair, only to see the old man entering the courtyard.

All his expressions withdrew, his lips pursed.

The plump orange cat lay on his belly, lazily licking its paw.

The old man was in good spirits, his steps firm and powerful.

He snorted through his nostrils, “What’s this?

Seeing your own father and you can’t even greet him?”

“Father,” Wang Changji called out with marked indifference.

This attitude displeased the old man further, and he snorted again, “All day long, playing with stray cats, reading frivolous books, neglecting proper duties!”

Wang Changji didn’t even bother to argue that the small orange cat wasn’t a stray, simply stroking its fat head, remaining silent.

With hands clasped behind his back, the old man took a few steps before instructing, “Recently, the accounts room is short a manager.

You’ve at least been educated, go there and gain some experience.”

“I won’t go.”

“Why won’t you go?” The old man frowned.

“Do you think you, Wang Changji, are too noble to soil your hands with worldly matters?”

“I have a cold nature, unfit for anything significant, and no desire to do anything.

Please, Father, return.”

“Who are you sending away?

Everything you eat, use, wear, and where you live…

Aren’t they all provided by me?”

“I will move out.” Wang Changji rose from the recliner, holding the orange cat, and started to walk out.

He had no intention of tidying up or taking anything with him.

“Stop right there!” The old man’s beard and hair bristled with rage as he pointed a finger at his forehead, “Are you trying to infuriate me to death on purpose?”

Wang Changji stepped back slightly, allowing his father’s finger to move away from his forehead and spoke in a subdued tone, “I don’t understand.

I just read books and play with the cat every day.

I grow vegetables, cook meals.

Who am I bothering?

What are you so angry about?”

“You are my son, Wang Lianshan!

You can’t just be a useless person who only eats and waits for death!”

“Useless?

Ha, useless,” Wang Changji lowered his head and scratched the fat cat in his arms, “Look at this ‘useless’ thing.”

In fact, there was a striking resemblance between the father and son, and if one ignored the content of their conversation and only looked at the scene of them alone in the small courtyard, it was unexpectedly harmonious.

However, compared to the anger in Wang Lianshan’s eyes, Wang Changji’s gaze was far too indifferent.

Wang Lianshan, struggling to control his temper, said somewhat stiffly, “Your brother is very talented, a seedling for the Dao practice.

Since you cannot practice, take over the worldlier matters.

I’m getting old…”

Wang Changji interrupted his rare display of affection, “Don’t bother.

You are a Complete Cycle Realm Cultivator.

Unless something unexpected happens, you won’t die even after I’m gone.”

Within the clan, it was habitual for Wang Lianshan to have his way without dispute, his life’s only critique being the vast resources invested in his eldest son that yielded nothing but failure,

Fortunately, his younger son, Wang Changxiang, rapidly came into his own, and Wang Lianshan’s authority was long since unshakable.

Unable to restrain his temper any longer, he roared, “How much clearer do I need to speak?

Your current state as a ‘useless’ person, other than causing your brother concern, what other good does it serve?

He has to come back every few days to check on you.

Do you realize how fierce the competition is at the county school?”

“So that’s why you suddenly started caring about me…” Wang Changji actually managed a slight smile, “I see now!”

“Otherwise, who would bother with you?

I wouldn’t care if you want to be useless, but if your uselessness affects Changxiang’s practice, beware I break your legs!”

“You can’t talk about my brother like that!”

It was Wang Changxiang’s voice.

He stood at the entrance of the courtyard, disheveled from travel.

The setting sun was behind him, not quite down yet.

His normally gentle face was now overwhelmed with anger.

“You scoundrel!” Wang Lianshan turned around in a rage, “Is that how you speak to your father?”

“Sorry, Father,” Wang Changxiang subconsciously bowed his head in apology, but soon lifted it again, “But whatever my brother needs to eat, use, wear, or a place to live, I can pay for it.

Stop interfering in his life.”

Wang Lianshan fell silent for a moment.

“Let him be if he wishes to be useless.

But remember your duty!

The clan provides resources for your cultivation, not for you to be idle and intermittent in your efforts!”

“I will work hard on my practice,” Wang Changxiang said earnestly.

“And, don’t call him useless anymore.”

“You’re all growing too bold!” Wang Lianshan stormed off, “I’m done.

Do as you please!”

The brothers watched his retreating figure step out of the courtyard.

“Why stop him?” Wang Changji said with detachment, “I am indeed useless.”

Wang Changxiang immediately turned to look at him, “You’re not!”

Seeing his brother’s stubborn expression, Wang Changji couldn’t help but laugh, “Alright, alright, I’m not.”

He flicked the orange cat’s head with his finger, “It is.”

Little Orange was completely oblivious to these uninteresting human words and merely wriggled in Wang Changji’s arms, meowing softly.

It was as if the world had finally gained a spark of life.