Shared Talent: Traveling through a hundred worlds simultaneously

Wang Wu rolled her eyes: "Come on, your 'Spiritual Power Sensitivity Test,' 'Logical Illusion Deduction,' and 'Nonlinear Potential Assessment Instrument' make me dizzy just looking at them."

Only your 'disciples of reason' recruited from all over the country can handle this. However…”

She suddenly leaned closer, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "I heard that among the applicants this time, there are a few particularly strange ones? Even your 'Spiritual Calculation Core' has given them high priority attention?"

Su Chen nodded, his gaze sweeping over the growing crowd at the lower mountain gate square. His eyes seemed to pierce through the void, locking onto several figures among them.

"Yes, it's very interesting. Especially that little guy named Wang Lu."

A pure, researcher-like interest flashed in Su Chen's eyes. "His spiritual talent, by traditional standards, can be described as 'unprecedented and unparalleled'... a rare breed."

But my multidimensional scan revealed that his soul wavelength, mental agility, and a certain indefinable degree of 'causal entanglement' were all exceptionally prominent. More importantly, he seemed to possess a...very unique way of perceiving and coping with the world.

Wang Wu became interested: "Oh? Even more unique than you?"

“It’s different.” Su Chen shook his head. “I came with a knowledge framework from another world, dedicated to analysis and reconstruction. But he…”

He paused, as if searching for the right words, "More like some kind of 'original anomaly' in this world, extremely disruptive and adaptable. I'm very curious how he will overcome the challenges in the Spirit Sword Sect, where I have already changed the 'rules of the game'."

Most importantly, what interesting scenes will unfold once they regain their memories?

No matter what happens, he has absolute confidence because it is based on absolute strength.

But all he wanted to do was see the date and enjoy the interesting process of waiting for the result.

His tone was calm, yet carried a sense of detachment and anticipation, as if he were looking from God's perspective.

The butterfly's wings have already flapped, and the storm has already changed course.

He has laid out new tracks and challenges for the traditional path to immortality. So, will that extraordinary young man suffer a crushing defeat, or will he amaze the world once again in an unexpected way?
Now he is a big figure in the cultivation world. Although no one else knows exactly how strong he is, this feeling is wonderful. He stands on high and watches a group of people struggle.

That's how it should be; I definitely won't get tired of it anytime soon.

Su Chen picked up Wang Wu and went to another place.

a few days later.

At the foot of the mountain lies the starting point of the path to immortality.

The place was bustling with noise; young men and women from all over Kyushu were either nervous, excited, or proud.

Among them, a handsome young man with eyes that revealed an indescribable languor and intelligence was surveying the familiar yet unfamiliar surroundings.

Towering energy towers, swiftly moving mechanical constructs, and tablet-shaped magical artifacts, seemingly used for registration and scanning, held by the uniformly dressed and capable disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect.

"Tsk," Wang Lu stroked his chin and muttered to himself, "This Spirit Sword Sect is quite different from what the intelligence said. Wasn't it supposed to be full of ancient charm and ethereal beauty?"

This art style... it's kind of giving off a 'cyber cultivation' trainee vibe, isn't it? And this trial description, what the heck is 'comprehensive adaptability assessment'? It's completely different from the mountain climbing and illusion crossing described in the book..."

He looked up at the mountain peak, shrouded in mist yet with a metallic structure and shimmering lights faintly visible. Instead of fear, his eyes burned with even greater curiosity and fighting spirit.

“Interesting. The script has been changed? Let’s see if your new rules are more powerful, or if my ‘professional adventurer’ skills are more up to par.”

On Star Peak, Su Chen watched Wang Lu's eager expression through the monitoring array that covered the entire mountain and chuckled.

"Elder Wang, how about we make a bet?" Su Chen said to Wang Wu beside him, "Let's bet on that 3,000-year-old 'Azure Sea Tide' wine in your cellar."

"What are we betting on?" Wang Wu became wary.

"I'll bet on whether this Wang Lu can not only pass the 'nonlinear potential assessment device' I set up, but also trigger the highest level of 'abnormal response'."

Su Chen's eyes gleamed with the light of a wise man. "I guess he not only can, but will also try to... reverse-engineer my assessment logic."

Wang Wu glanced at the seemingly ordinary yet uniquely charismatic young man in the picture, and then at the unfathomable "Ancestor of Reason and Dao" beside her who had already reshaped the sect. She suddenly felt that this disciple-acceptance ceremony would probably be more spectacular than any other.

"I'll bet!" She slapped her thigh, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But if you lose, you'll have to design a 'cave dwelling steward' just for me, someone who can automatically brew intoxicating immortal wine and play cards with me!"

"make a deal."

After the deal was made, Wang Wu felt she had lost out. Why did she make a bet with him? If she wanted something, she could have just begged him to give it to her anytime.

Hearing Wang Wu's shameless words, Su Chen couldn't help but laugh; this guy just loved to make bets.

If you really don't want to gamble, you have countless good things to offer. After all, you have a lot of stock, and you can take them out anytime you want.

The morning light, like melting gold leaf, filtered through the branches and leaves of the old locust tree in the courtyard of the Cangyuan Taoist Temple in Dongning Prefecture, scattering dappled patterns on the bluestone slabs.

Su Chen was holding a worn-out bamboo broom, sweeping the leaves that had fallen in the wind last night with a few half-hearted strokes.

He wore a dark blue robe that was no different from the other junior instructors, his hair was casually tied up with a wooden hairpin, and his face was the kind of gentle and ordinary that you would not find in a crowd.

Only he himself knew what incredible, almost "conceptual" power surged within this seemingly ordinary body.

The creation and destruction of the world, the cycle of life and death, are all within his control.

Just yesterday, on a whim, he reverted the entire Dongning Prefecture, along with the surrounding mountains, rivers, birds, beasts, and even every speck of dust in the air, back to its state a thousand years ago.

Seeing those ancient buildings and strange creatures that had long been lost to history reappear, I felt it was meaningless, like a child who got tired of playing with building blocks and snapped his fingers to restore everything to its original state.

Time, cause and effect, and the laws of matter are as docile as dough in his presence.

He even wiped out all the demon race in a single thought, making all living beings disappear, and then making them reappear.

But after the revelry comes a deeper emptiness.

In essence, he was just an ordinary young man who had lived in his original world for over twenty years.

After the initial shock and exhilaration of suddenly gaining absolute power subside, what remains is a bewildered sense of disorientation and a slight dizziness about one's own existence.

"Being invincible is actually quite boring." He thought to himself as he squatted on the Dongning Prefecture city wall, which he had restored to its former ordinariness, and looked down at the masses of people struggling to make a living.

They struggle, hope, suffer, and rejoice; every moment of their lives is filled with the weight of "uncertainty."

That weight was an experience he could never replicate. So he decided to "get down and walk around."

It seals off most of the senses and omniscient perspective, like putting on a pair of glasses that only allow one to see a mortal's perspective.

He chose to become a new, junior instructor at the Taoist temple, with no special background.

This is where Meng Chuan, the "protagonist" of this world, grew up.

Su Chen didn't have any grand plans to "interfere with the main storyline." He just wanted to... take a closer look, find something to do, and experience the "feel" of another kind of life.

"Good morning, Instructor Su!" A slightly overweight middle-aged instructor walked by carrying several books and greeted him with a smile.

"Good morning, Instructor Wang." Su Chen stopped sweeping and returned a perfectly timed, slightly shy smile, flawlessly portraying the image of a young, introverted instructor who had just arrived.

He was responsible for teaching the "Basic Theory and Guidance of Vital Energy" to a group of teenagers aged twelve to fifteen, most of whom were of average talent and came from ordinary families.

This position was easy, offered little in terms of lucrative rewards, and was far removed from the core affairs of the academy and the gathering place of geniuses, which suited him perfectly.

He had no interest in giving pointers to the protagonist of the original story, knowing that the protagonist would exterminate all demons in the world.

The chalk wrote neat but not particularly outstanding notes on the blackboard, explaining the most basic circulation of vital energy.

The children's reactions varied: some strained their eyes to listen, some secretly fiddled with small wooden carvings under the table, and some were drowsy from waking up early.

Su Chen's gaze swept over them calmly, neither deliberately authoritative nor overly friendly, just as the person he was playing should be.

His divine sense could easily see through each child's physical condition, the depth of their potential, and even their possible future destiny.

But he deliberately avoided "looking" and observed only with his own eyes.

He saw a boy named Shi Xiaohai sitting in the third row by the window. Every time Shi Xiaohai explained a key point, Shi Xiaohai would unconsciously furrow his brow and gesture with his fingers on his knees. He was clearly having some difficulty understanding, but his attitude was extremely serious.

He also noticed the burly boy named Lin Hu in the back row, who seemed distracted, his eyes constantly glancing towards the training ground outside the window, clearly impatient with the theory lesson.

Life went on uneventfully.

Su Chen attended classes on time. After class, he returned to the small but tidy dormitory assigned to him by the academy. Occasionally, he would go to the dining hall to eat and listen to other instructors chat about trivial matters of the academy and rumors of Dongning Prefecture.

He blended perfectly into the backdrop, like a drop of water joining a river.

Until that afternoon, half a month later.

In a corner of the training ground, the boys who had just finished their physical education class dispersed in twos and threes.

Shi Xiaohai stayed behind alone, facing an old, human-shaped wooden stake, practicing the most basic "punch" over and over again.

His movements were standard, but his punches lacked power, his energy flow was sluggish, and beads of sweat rolled down his flushed face. His eyes were filled with stubbornness and self-loathing.

"No, no, that's not right! I clearly followed the instructor's instructions, the qi should come from the dantian and flow through the arms..." He muttered to himself, slamming his fist into the wooden stake. The recoil made him grimace.

Su Chen "just happened" to walk out of the adjacent library, carrying two books in his hand, as if taking a stroll after dinner. He stopped and looked at them for a while.

Shi Xiaohai noticed the gaze and stopped somewhat flustered, bowing respectfully: "Instructor Su."

"Hmm." Su Chen nodded, took a few steps closer, and his gaze fell on several shallow, oddly positioned fist marks on the wooden stake.

"How long have you been practicing?"

"Teacher, I've been practicing since class ended, for over an hour now." Shi Xiaohai lowered his head, his voice somewhat dejected. "I'm slow-witted and can't seem to get the power right."

Instead of directly commenting on his boxing skills, Su Chen asked a seemingly unrelated question: "What did you eat for breakfast?"

"Huh?" Shi Xiaohai was taken aback. "Just... just two multigrain steamed buns and a bowl of thin porridge."

"What about noon?"

"It's also steamed buns, with some pickled vegetables added."

Su Chen pointed to his arm and slightly thin frame: "The circulation of vital energy is not just a matter of will and meridians. Your body is at the stage where you are growing stronger. Eating too lightly will make your blood and qi insufficient. It's like trying to make a boat run fast if there isn't enough water in the river. Forcing the grain will only damage your foundation."

He paused, then casually suggested, "You can occasionally catch some wild fish in the stream behind the mountain. They're not big, but they make excellent soup that nourishes your blood and qi."

Also, when practicing this "punch," don't always think about unleashing all your strength at once. Try dividing your mind into three parts: one part to stabilize your lower body, one part to protect your heart and joints, and the last part, only 30%, imagine that you're not "smashing" it out, but rather "sending" it out like pushing a very heavy stone roller.

Practicing the correct "send" movement thirty times a day is more effective than practicing the incorrect "smash" movement three hundred times.

His words were unremarkable, without any profound theories, but simply a combination of the most basic physical observations and minor adjustments to the techniques of exertion.

But to Shi Xiaohai, who was struggling to find the right method and was indeed malnourished due to his poor family background, it was like a light shining in the darkness.

"Stabilize the lower body...protect the joints...only take 30% of the force...and 'send' it out?" Shi Xiaohai murmured repeatedly, his eyes gradually brightening.

He had previously only focused on imitating the posture and pursuing power, and no one had ever given him guidance from such a specific and detailed perspective, taking into account his actual situation.

"Give it a try." After saying that, Su Chen took the book and walked away slowly, as if he had just casually said a few words while passing by.

Shi Xiaohai bowed deeply to his back, then turned to the wooden stake impatiently, closed his eyes, recalled Su Chen's words, adjusted his breathing, and got back into position.

This time, the punch was still not very powerful, but the stiffness was significantly reduced, the movement was smoother, and more importantly, the discomfort caused by the recoil was greatly reduced.

"It works! It really works!" The boy was overjoyed and looked in the direction Su Chen had left, his heart filled with gratitude.

A few days later, Su Chen was cornered in the corridor by the burly boy named Lin Hu after class.

The boy's face flushed red, and after stammering for a while, he finally said, "Instructor Su! I... I want to learn real skills! I don't want to spend all day memorizing these meridians and acupoints! I want to learn martial arts techniques that can defeat the demon race!"

Su Chen looked at the fervent, almost bursting fighting spirit in his eyes, and the somewhat superficial vitality caused by a lack of proper theoretical guidance.

His tendency to be a know-it-all kicked in. (End of Chapter)