I drew a talisman to save the sun from its bleeding state.

Chapter 112 The Sacred Relic Brought by the Space Rocket

To be honest, Zhou Zheng knew his father was amazing, and he also knew his mother was a great doctor. But he never imagined she was this amazing.

What does it mean for a genius doctor and a handsome, composed young general to give birth to a son with extraordinary talent at the age of 24? — Zhou Zheng had seen his parents' wedding photo. His father was incredibly handsome back then, and his mother's radiant smile was like a bright and beautiful flower.

Zhou Zheng sighed, "I always thought my talent was all due to my own efforts, but it turns out I'm just a freeloader." There's nothing I can do. Am I really just living off my parents' inherited talent? What a pity. Shouldn't I be a super genius?

When I was young, I relied on my talent and ability and looked down on everyone. Now that I'm older, I realize how amazing my parents were back then when I compare myself to them.

My parents are now in their early fifties, at the peak and late stages of the Golden Core realm, clearly indicating that advancing to the Nascent Soul stage will be as easy as drinking water for them. Extrapolating, their cultivation level probably wouldn't be too low when they were 24.

I only stepped into the world of cultivation at 28, and after a week of intermittent practice, I've only managed to reach the peak of Qi Refining. Judging by my current state, I'll need another week of arduous training to reach the peak of Foundation Establishment. Actually, cultivation level is the easiest to improve; it's just that mental fortitude and accumulated knowledge take time to build up, which is a bit troublesome. Furthermore, because of my Five Elements Source Body, I need to cultivate 15 techniques of the same level: 15 for Qi Refining and 15 for Foundation Establishment. That's a total of 30 techniques to fully refine my Five Elements Source Body and unleash my full potential.

Ye Keke: "...Xuexue, your husband is such a faker." How can someone pretend like that?

Xiaoxue: "Hehe."

Zhou Zheng snapped out of his distractions and looked at the sarcastic Taoist: "Judging from your birth chart, you've been cultivating for over a hundred years? Why are you so weak? My dad was already in the late Golden Core stage at fifty."

The Taoist priest was probably around two hundred years old.

Sun Daoren: "...I think I'm relatively hardworking, and my talent is also decent."

Unbelievable parents, unbelievable son, how come they're so arrogant right from the start?

Zhou Zheng: "Oh, then you're useless. Go to hell."

Liu Zhen chuckled and raised a finger, intending to light up the scoundrel, making him twinkle and sparkle—in a physical sense.

The Taoist priest was terrified and hurriedly raised his hand, crying, "Master! I'm useful! I'm useful!"

He had thought he could accept his fate, but when he actually heard that he was going to die, he couldn't help but hope to live a little longer.

Zhou Zheng was slightly annoyed: "Then what use are you? When I ask you who the sect leader is, you tell me the sect leader knows my grandfather. You're a morally corrupt person, and I can't possibly take you in."

If you were the sect leader himself, I might spare your life to slowly extract information from you. But you're just a lackey; your usefulness is really limited. Besides making me happy by dying, you have no other value.

The scoundrel said, "I can infiltrate the Nine Schools and continue to provide you with intelligence! Having connections makes things easier!"

Zhou Zheng looked at the sarcastic Taoist with suspicion: "You? You?"

The scoundrel Kuku kowtowed, "I am utterly loyal to you, Master! I only beg you to spare my life!"

Zhou Zheng laughed: "If you keep kowtowing like this, aren't you afraid you won't be able to enter the Nascent Soul Realm?"

The scoundrel pressed his forehead against the floor: "For us rogue cultivators, attaining the Golden Core Dao is already a blessing that ordinary people would find difficult to achieve in ten lifetimes. How dare we aspire to the supreme Nascent Soul realm?"

Zhou Zheng: "Tsk tsk, so what kind of information can you provide me?"

The Taoist priest, sweating profusely, said, "The Nine Streams Sect has found the location of the Zhu Yan seal, but they are currently stuck at this point because they lack a way to open the seal."

Furthermore, the sect leader ordered that every effort be made to obtain the sacred artifact brought back by the space rocket.

Zhou Zheng's spirits lifted: "A sacred object? Tell me more."

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Sun Daoren hurriedly said, "In the last two months, the sect leader said he received divine revelation. The god sent down a sacred object that can help unseal Zhu Yan's seal."

Zhou Zheng looked at Chu Chen.

Chu Chen was taken aback and looked at Chu Liang. He had come as a special envoy, and he still had to rely on his grandson for local intelligence.

Chu Liang: "...I'm in charge of security, I don't know anything about sacred artifacts. If it's a divine artifact, it's definitely top secret! We can only ask the guardians at Base 427. I heard it's a descendant of the ancient fire god, possessing the Crimson Earth Divine Power. Although it's only at the Nascent Soul stage, it's not afraid of even the Divine Transformation stage in a fight."

Zhou Zheng: "Tsk, that damn second-generation cultivator, fighting a Nascent Soul cultivator against a Deity Transformation cultivator. Luckily, I'm also a second-generation cultivator, otherwise I'd be filled with envy and jealousy."

The higher the cultivation level, the greater the difference in combat power. Being able to fight a Nascent Soul cultivator against a Deity Transformation cultivator only proves that this guy's combat stats are terrifyingly strong.

It's not surprising that Project 427 has a Nascent Soul cultivator in charge. After all, it's a national-level project, so having such a powerful Nascent Soul cultivator is perfectly normal.

Zhou Zheng glanced at the scoundrel: "Since you're still somewhat useful, I'll spare your life. As for this Boss Jiu... let me think... how are your combat abilities?"

Jiu Liang raised his head: "Huh? I... I'm alright? I'm a Wood-attribute Foundation Establishment cultivator."

Zhou Zheng: "Then fight me. If you win, I'll spare your life. I just happen to need someone to practice on."

Jiu Liang was overjoyed: "Thank you, sir!"

A Foundation Establishment Realm veteran fighting a Qi Refining Peak Realm expert is as easy as anyone.

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It is located 20 kilometers outside Liangcheng.

Jiu Liang fell from the sky to the ground as a smoking, charred corpse, his soul and spirit utterly destroyed, leaving him without even the qualification to enter the cycle of reincarnation. His defensive magical artifacts had long since shattered into fragments scattered on the ground, offering absolutely no resistance to the five-colored divine lightning.

Zhou Zheng withdrew his Five Thunder Palm with slight regret: "So this is all there is to the Foundation Establishment Realm."

Dude, your strength isn't up to par. You can't even withstand this, yet you want to undergo tribulation lightning? Are you kidding me?

The Taoist priest trembled as he watched the giant eye of the thunderstorm vortex gradually dissipate in the sky, not daring to move.

A peak Qi Refining cultivator fighting a mid-Foundation Establishment cultivator, especially with the former's insufficient accumulation, it's questionable whether he could even land a hit on the latter. But from the start, it was a one-sided crushing defeat. Zhou Zheng directly converted to three Wind Spiritual Roots and two Lightning Spiritual Roots, plus the Lightning Spiritual Root he already possessed, making a total of three Lightning Spiritual Roots.

The wind and thunder locked onto him and struck like a waterfall, shattering his defensive magic treasures and causing his mana reserves to drop at a light speed. He was severely injured and his condition plummeted, rendering him unable to move. Jiu Liang could only watch in despair as the five-colored divine lightning descended from the sky, obliterating his soul and spirit.

Don't think that a Foundation Establishment cultivator can't withstand the Five-Colored Divine Lightning. Even a Golden Core cultivator wouldn't dare risk their life to withstand it—the difference between lightning techniques and the Five-Colored Divine Lightning is greater than the difference between an insect and a human.

Thunder magic is merely powerful, but the Five-Colored Divine Thunder... Metal Thunder, Wood Thunder, Water Thunder, Fire Thunder, Earth Thunder. This kind of magic, formed by mixing the five elements of thunder together, is something you'd be willing to risk your life to withstand.

Not to mention the six Heavenly Spiritual Roots and the blessing of extraordinary phenomena, its power will only increase, not decrease.

Zhou Zheng shifted his gaze to the scoundrel: "With your combat strength, how many hits can you withstand?"

The scoundrel trembled in fright: "Master Zhou, I am a cultivator of alchemy, only at the early stage of the Golden Core realm. Ordinary Five Thunder Palms are only for cultivators with the Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root at the late stage of the Golden Core realm, let alone your Five-Colored Divine Thunder."

Just kidding. Actually, even those with the Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root in the late Golden Core stage wouldn't dare to accept it casually. This is thunder magic, a thunder tiger, not a domesticated kitten.

So what if you have the Five Elements Heavenly Spiritual Root? Even if you combine all five, you're still no match for the Heavenly Thunder Spiritual Root.

Zhou Zheng's gaze lingered on the Taoist priest, and five-colored lightning appeared in his palm.

The Taoist priest trembled with fear and almost fled.

Zhou Zheng dispersed the five-colored lightning: "Fine, I'll spare you from experimentation since you're useful. It's a pity the power of lightning magic is too tyrannical; I can't unleash it recklessly. Continue with what you're doing, and remember to contact me if you have any intelligence."

The wicked Taoist priest hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed, saying, "I will obey your decree!"