Shared Talent: Traveling through a hundred worlds simultaneously

"It's not that I don't want to find girls, but I'm all about high-level martial arts and passion."

Gao Wusu Chen shrugged. "At most, I can only find some amusement in appreciating their contrasting expressions. As for the rest, it's really hard to handle."

Since we're already invincible, the next step is to observe their future as an observer; who knows, a real rival might emerge in the distant future.

They looked at the godlike Su Chen.

The other party is the most special among them. They cut off their own timeline and separated that timeline to prevent unimaginable existences from happening in the future.

In fact, what they used to think was quite unnecessary, now they see it as a good future if such an incredible existence really exists.

This means that they still have something to strive for and something to pursue in the future.

Compared to the newcomers, some of the veterans were already bored with their world; they had done everything they were supposed to do, and everything that was supposed to happen had happened.

The daily life of the Celestial King.

The bell rang on time at the Cultivation High School. Su Chen stood on the podium and pushed up his non-prescription glasses.

More than forty students in the audience stared at him curiously.

The new "special education consultant" looked to be in his early twenties, dressed in a simple white shirt and black trousers, with a gentle and almost ordinary demeanor.

When the head of the teaching department introduced himself, he only said that he was a "psychological counseling expert" and was responsible for helping students adjust their mindset for self-cultivation.

Su Chen smiled slightly and placed the textbook on the podium.

"Hello everyone, I am Su Chen. From today onwards, I will explore with you the details that are easily overlooked on the path of cultivation."

In the last row by the window, a thin, dark-haired boy was propping his head up and looking out the window, seemingly indifferent to everything in the classroom.

That was the royal decree, or rather, the former royal decree.

At this moment, he was just an ordinary student who ranked at the bottom in the spiritual power test, and was jokingly called "spiritual power insulator" by his classmates.

"Professor Su, I heard you're a psychology expert?" A girl with a ponytail in the front row raised her hand and asked, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous light. "Then can you tell what we're thinking right now?"

A soft chuckle filled the classroom. Su Chen gently shook his head: "I can't read minds, but I can teach you how to better understand your own emotional state, especially when you encounter a bottleneck in your cultivation."

The first lesson proceeded without incident.

Su Chen explained some basic emotion management techniques, but most of the students listened inattentively.

Only a few students who actually encountered difficulties in their cultivation made some notes.

The bell rang, and the students filed out.

As Su Chen was organizing his lesson plans, he caught a glimpse of Wang Ling slowly packing his schoolbag, his movements devoid of any spiritual energy characteristic of a cultivator.

He had truly become an ordinary person. Su Chen sighed inwardly.

The Immortal King who could destroy stars with a single thought and blow away cities with a sneeze can now not even master the most basic Qi condensation technique.

"Teacher Su?"

A voice interrupted Su Chen's thoughts. Standing at the door were the head teacher and a sharp-looking black-haired girl.

Sun Rong is a recognized cultivation genius on campus and the daughter of the Sun family group.

"Sun Rong, is there anything I can help you with?" Su Chen asked with a smile.

Sun Rong hesitated for a moment: "The director said you are very good at psychological counseling. Recently, I have been feeling restless when I cultivate, and my spiritual energy suddenly becomes disordered when I reach the third cycle."

Su Chen nodded: "You can come to my office to chat after school."

As Su Chen left the classroom, he passed by Wang Ling's seat.

The boy was clumsily trying to stuff a thick book, "Basic Qi Refining Guide," into his already full schoolbag, but the book slipped and fell to the ground.

Su Chen bent down to pick it up for him, and their fingers briefly touched.

"Thank you, teacher," Wang Ling said softly, his voice carrying the naivety of an ordinary high school student.

"You're welcome." Su Chen handed him the book. "The path of cultivation is long, and sometimes going slower isn't necessarily a bad thing."

Wang Ling nodded blankly, clearly not understanding the deeper meaning behind the words.

As Su Chen watched his departing figure, a complex emotion welled up in her heart.

He personally sealed the power of this invincible immortal king, rewrote his cognition, and only preserved the most basic human emotions and memories.

Wang Ling now truly believes that he is just an ordinary high school student with low spiritual power, and those earth-shattering past events are just a series of blurry dreams in his mind.

What would be the chain reaction brought about by this change? Su Chen was very curious.

Sun Rong arrived at the office as promised after school.

Su Chen poured her a glass of warm water and gestured for her to sit down. "Tell me the specifics. When did the spiritual energy become disordered?"

“About two weeks ago,” Sun Rong frowned slightly, “I was trying to break through, and every time I gathered spiritual energy at the critical moment, I would suddenly lose control. The elders in the family checked me and said there was nothing wrong with my body.”

Su Chen nodded, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping over Sun Rong. Under his "Eye of Truth," the flow of spiritual energy within Sun Rong's body was clearly visible.

It was a pure and powerful water-based spiritual energy, which should have flowed like a river, but at this moment it formed a strange vortex near the heart meridian.

"Have you come into contact with any special spiritual energy sources recently? Or have you encountered anything unusual?" Su Chen asked.

Sun Rong thought for a moment, then shook her head: "Aside from normal cultivation and school practical activities, I haven't been exposed to anything special. However..."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "About a month ago, while I was looking up ancient books in the library, I accidentally triggered an ancient restriction, but it was quickly suppressed by the school's protective array."

Su Chen's heart stirred.

That restriction, if his senses are correct, should be a remnant of some kind of mark left by Wang Ling.

In the original novel, Sun Rong should have greatly increased her cultivation level at this time due to the resonance of spiritual power with Wang Ling, but now that Wang Ling has lost his power, the mark has become an obstacle to her cultivation.

“I think I know what the problem is.” Su Chen stood up and took out a seemingly ordinary jade pendant from the drawer. “Carry this with you at all times and hold it in your hand while cultivating. It can help stabilize your spiritual energy.”

Sun Rong took the jade pendant and immediately felt a gentle and tranquil power flowing from it, resonating wonderfully with the spiritual energy within her body. "This...this is..." "It's just a small magical artifact, used to help regulate spiritual energy frequency," Su Chen said casually. In reality, the jade pendant contained one in a billion of his spiritual energy, enough to balance any form of energy disorder.

After Sun Rong left, Su Chen looked out the window at the darkening sky.

A black cat silently leaped onto the windowsill, its golden eyes staring straight at him.

"You're really living a leisurely life, aren't you? You turn this world upside down and then come here to be a teacher." The black cat spoke in a human voice, its tone mocking.

Su Chen remained unmoved: "Erha, your disguise skills have deteriorated. A real cat wouldn't look at people like that."

The black cat's figure flickered, transforming into a handsome young man wearing a black trench coat, none other than the Demon King Erha, a subordinate of the Shadow Stream Master.

"Do you know how chaotic things are outside right now? Ever since Wang Ling lost his power, all the forces he suppressed have started to stir. Shadow Stream has already noticed the anomaly and is investigating the cause."

Su Chen slowly tidied the documents on the table: "Isn't that a good thing? Only when an absolutely invincible being disappears can the world restore its normal ecological balance."

"The problem is, some forces don't see it that way," Erha said seriously. "They think Wang Ling is only temporarily in hiding and are trying every means to force him to show himself. What if they discover he's really become an ordinary person?"

“He’ll be fine,” Su Chen interrupted him. “As long as I’m still here.”

Erha narrowed his eyes: "Who exactly are you? No, I should ask, what kind of being are you? The power to silently turn that Celestial King into an ordinary person, that kind of power..."

"Just a curious traveler passing by," Su Chen smiled. "I enjoy observing how stories unfold, especially when the plot deviates from its original trajectory."

Erha was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Do you plan to continue like this? Pretending to be an ordinary person while secretly controlling everything?"

"Why not?" Su Chen looked out the window at the city lights gradually coming on. "Experiencing a finite life, feeling the emotions of mortals, and observing the flow of cause and effect—this is much more interesting than simply being invincible."

Erha shook his head and smiled wryly: "You beings who transcend common sense have truly incomprehensible thoughts."

His form changed again, transforming back into a black cat. "I will continue to keep an eye on those restless forces. But I should warn you, recently unidentified cultivators have appeared near the school, and their targets seem to be Sun Rong or Wang Ling."

The black cat leaped out of the window and disappeared into the night.

The gentle smile on Su Chen's face gradually faded, and a golden light flashed in his eyes.

He did indeed seal away most of his perceptions, making himself "believe" that he was just an ordinary person with special powers.

But some fundamental things cannot be changed—such as the understanding of the truth of this world, and that almost limitless control.

His gaze pierced through the wall and landed on Wang Ling, who was cleaning alone in a classroom not far away.

The boy was clumsily wiping the blackboard with a cleaning spell, but because he couldn't control his spiritual power, he ended up making water stains everywhere.

"Take it slow, Wang Ling," Su Chen murmured to himself. "Sometimes, you have to lose everything to find what's truly important."

He went to that magical place, met other versions of himself, and shared their power and knowledge.

At that time, he almost felt that he had grasped the truth of the world, and he almost couldn't even maintain his humanity.

It was just an abnormal experience with the trial card, and I got out of it quickly. With the help of others, it was at most a unique experience.

He sealed away most of his knowledge, making him less omniscient and omnipotent, but he still possessed unimaginable power.

For example, he easily sealed away Wang Ling, who was invincible in the original work.

The world of Dragon Ball.

Five years ago, when he became a clueless apprentice on Master Roshi Island, he was filled with despair.

Especially when he fully integrated the memories of this body, his knowledge of his past life came flooding back like a tide.

He knew that this muscular, bald old man who was prone to nosebleeds was Master Roshi, the so-called "God of Martial Arts," and he also knew about his "little" quirks hidden beneath his rigorous training and immense strength.

But as his memories awakened, he discovered that he had been deeply influenced by this guy. After merging the memories, he found that he had almost been brought out by this lecherous immortal.

"I actually became the disciple of this lecherous old man?"

For the first few months, this thought often left Su Chen speechless and choked with emotion as he gazed at the moon late at night.

That alluring magazine featuring beautiful women was no longer a source of enlightenment for him, but rather a symbol of some kind of "occupational hazard."

But soon, another kind of shock overwhelmed his dilemma.

This body, or rather, the self that has merged with the soul of the previous life, possesses an astonishing talent in the perception and application of "qi".

He could simulate the energy flow trajectory within his body after hearing Master Roshi's explanation of the "Kamehameha" principle just once.

His body adapted to and surpassed those brutal training sessions that honed his physique and pushed him to his limits with astonishing efficiency.

Master Roshi's assessment was: "Kid, you're a monster. Even more of a monster than I was when I was young...."

As he said this, he was wiping away the blood that was gushing from his nose because the sea turtle was telling him the story of the mermaid.

Soon after, Su Chen quietly caught up with Master Roshi in terms of the total amount of ki and the precision of his control.

In a private sparring session, he deliberately created an opening, but at the last moment, with a faint yet incredibly skillful burst of energy, he deflected Master Roshi's determined finger strike.

The old man was stunned. He looked at his fingers, then at the steady, bright-eyed young disciple before him, and suddenly burst into laughter, patting Su Chen's shoulder forcefully: "Good! Good! That's great! I can finally go watch my new episode of 'Sweet Paradise' with peace of mind! The martial arts tradition has a successor!"

Su Chen rubbed his aching shoulder, feeling a mix of emotions.

There is a sense of accomplishment in surpassing one's teacher, but more than that, there is a sense of fear that one is influenced by one's surroundings.

He sadly discovered that as his strength grew, and through spending time with Master Roshi, especially after the complete fusion of his memories from both lifetimes, some of the old man's "hobbies" seemed to be subtly becoming part of his own personality.

He would unconsciously admire the beautiful curves created by the waves, especially the beautiful women swimming by occasionally passing by. He would have expectations for the delicious food that Qiqi made that went beyond just the food itself. Once, when he helped a sea turtle deliver a message to a mermaid tribe, his heart inexplicably raced for several days.

"No! This can't go on!" One evening after training, Su Chen watched Master Roshi's profile as he gazed intently at a swimsuit magazine in the setting sun, and his heart cried out.

"I have the power, but the direction of this 'inheritance' is a bit off! I don't want to become another muscular old man!"

"I want to change, and I want to become a charming, hypocritical scoundrel, ptooey ptooey ptooey!"

You're thinking dirty thoughts. (End of Chapter)