And today, his Golden Core had completely recovered!
Yuan Jinsheng was overwhelmed with emotion.
He was currently cultivating the Peachblossom Origin Myriad Void Art, a technique chosen by many of the disciples on Azure Cloud Peak.
In truth, for cultivators like Yuan Jinsheng, switching to a different cultivation method after achieving a certain level of cultivation was extremely difficult. Some methods even required cultivators to completely discard all their previous cultivation before they could begin.
Clearly, that was practically impossible for highly cultivated practitioners.
It was not only because it would be a terrible waste to throw away the cultivation they had accumulated over many years. There was also another factor that had to be taken into consideration: lifespan.
Most cultivators above the Golden Core stage had spent several hundred years cultivating to reach that level. If they suddenly discarded their cultivation, their lifespans would not immediately regress to those of ordinary mortals. After all, they had spent years nourishing their bodies with spiritual energy.
Even so, their lifespans could no longer compare to what they would have enjoyed with their cultivation intact.
Therefore, the limitation imposed by lifespan alone meant that many people would not easily change their cultivation methods.
Even for techniques that did not require one to discard their previous cultivation, switching was still no easy task.
One had to start from the beginning.
For cultivators, that was still relatively acceptable. With their previous cultivation as a foundation, they could cultivate a completely new method much faster than they had the first time. But that was only relative.
Different cultivation methods came with different bottlenecks, and breaking through a bottleneck was never something one could guarantee with absolute certainty. As a result, changing cultivation methods was more like an entirely unknown gamble.
That was why sects and clans with solid foundations would usually do their best to find higher-grade and better cultivation methods for disciples with outstanding aptitude and talent. This way, those disciples would not have to face the various difficulties of changing methods in the future.
When Yuan Jinsheng had followed his son, Shen Yingzi, to join the Lingxian Sect, he had not thought too much about it. After all, his Golden Core had been damaged so severely that even the spiritual physician of the Azure Lotus Sect had said it was essentially beyond repair. That meant he would no longer be able to make any progress in cultivation.
After seeing so many advanced cultivation methods, he had decided to give them a try, treating a dying horse as though it were still alive. Before beginning, he had asked Elder Liao, the elder in charge of teaching at the Cultivation Hall and his current master, whether the sect’s cultivation methods required him to discard his previous cultivation.
Liao Pantu had told him that they did not require that at all.
Moreover, after learning about Yuan Jinsheng’s condition, Liao Pantu had examined the state of his Golden Core. He then told him that as long as he focused on cultivating the sect’s new method, damage to his Golden Core at that level could be completely repaired.
It might even improve significantly because of the method’s high grade.
However, Yuan Jinsheng had not yet cultivated to the point where his Golden Core could be enhanced.
His cultivation speed over the past few months could only be described as astonishing. He had already reached the Foundation Establishment stage of the Peachblossom Origin Myriad Void Art.
Of course, that was because the Lingxian Sect was now rich in spiritual energy, and Yuan Jinsheng already had the foundation of a Golden Core cultivator.
The other Azure Cloud Peak disciples, who were cultivating for the first time, naturally could not match his speed. Most of them had only reached the fifth or sixth level of Qi Refining, while only a few exceptionally talented disciples had reached the eighth or ninth level.
After checking his condition through inner vision, he let out a long, comfortable breath.
Who would have thought that following his son to the Lingxian Sect because of everything that had happened with the Extreme Stone would turn out to be a blessing in disguise?
Thinking of his son, he raised his hand and used the Lock Ring to contact Shen Yingzi.
Yesterday afternoon, Shen Yingzi had told him that he was preparing to break through to the seventh level of Qi Refining, and had requested leave from the Cultivation Hall for that morning.
Yuan Jinsheng reckoned that it should be about time.
Sure enough, the call connected, and Shen Yingzi’s voice emerged from the Lock Ring.
“Dad?”
His voice sounded energetic. Yuan Jinsheng knew that he had most likely succeeded, but he still asked,
“Yingzi, did you succeed in breaking through?”
“I have not failed you, Father. I reached the seventh level of Qi Refining an hour ago, and I’m consolidating my cultivation now,” Shen Yingzi obediently replied.
At those words, Yuan Jinsheng’s heart burst with joy. He nodded repeatedly and said happily,
“That’s good, that’s good. Focus on consolidating your cultivation, then. I won’t disturb you. We’ll have dinner together tonight.”
Yuan Jinsheng ended the call, his heart filled with delight.
Back then, he had constantly worried over his son’s inability to cultivate. Whenever he thought about how his son would have only a few decades to live, and how he would one day have to watch his child go through birth, aging, illness, and death before his very eyes, his heart would ache.
It had practically become an illness of the heart.
But there had been nothing he could do. No matter how many times he had taken his son to be tested, the results had always been the same: his spiritual roots were too impure and too weak, making cultivation impossible.
Who would have thought that there were actually cultivation methods in this world that required no spiritual roots and relied solely on comprehension?
And who would have thought that his son’s comprehension in cultivation would be so high?
Although he could not compare to Baizhu and Xuanyuan Haoyue—one of whom had reached the ninth level of Qi Refining and the other the eighth—he was still considered exceptionally talented among the more than one hundred disciples on Azure Cloud Peak.
There was also one other point: like Baizhu, Shen Yingzi cultivated the Primordial Origin Heart Sutra.
When choosing a cultivation method at the beginning, Yuan Jinsheng had looked through the Primordial Origin Heart Sutra as well.
Later, the Azure Cloud Peak disciples often exchanged their experiences while cultivating, and they had unanimously concluded that the Primordial Origin Heart Sutra was the most difficult of all the methods to begin cultivating.
However, after the disciples cultivating that method had devoted themselves to it for some time, they said that once they truly grasped its underlying principles, cultivation afterward flowed with an indescribable ease, as natural as clouds drifting and water running.
Even so, none of the Azure Cloud Peak disciples cultivating other methods had switched to the Primordial Origin Heart Sutra. The methods they were currently cultivating were the ones most suitable for them at that stage.
The elders who taught the classes had told them that, for now, the most important thing was not the grade of the method, but choosing one suited to their current circumstances. All the cultivation methods in the sect could be switched at any time. If they gained insights into another method in the future, they could change then.
Besides, even if some of the methods in the sect were relatively low-grade, that was only in comparison with the others.
Any cultivation method in the Lingxian Sect would be considered an extraordinary treasure in the eyes of cultivators outside the sect!
Yuan Jinsheng was filled with emotion.
Who would have thought that there would be a sect with such profound foundations as the Lingxian Sect even in the mortal world?
Just look at all the items in the sect, including the standard equipment issued to every new disciple. Whether it was their sect uniforms or these Lock Rings that could store items and provide real-time communication, every one of them was extremely valuable.
The peachwood swords they had been issued were also highly suitable for Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment cultivators. Moreover, according to the elders of the Artifact Refining Hall, the peachwood swords could be upgraded. Even after their cultivation improved, the swords would still remain useful.

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