Chapter 246: Skyrocketing Talent

Chapter 246: Skyrocketing Talent

Back when he had the Dragon Soul, he never knew how to absorb it.

Only now, after truly absorbing it, did he realize just how much of a great opportunity he had missed before.

At this moment, a golden Dragon Soul resided near his dantian. Every bit of spiritual energy passing through his dantian was strengthened by the Dragon Soul, and this enhanced energy—now imbued with dragon essence—flowed through his meridians, reaching every inch of his body, reinforcing it completely.

Honestly, he should have become a Super Saiyan long ago—if not for those damn cancer cells holding him back all this time.

“The ancestors were right—if you’re sick, you need treatment. Wise words, indeed.”

Chen Huaian observed the Dragon Soul near his dantian. Perhaps because it had been tormented by those demonic cancer cells for too long, the Dragon Soul remained in a dormant state.

It needed to be nourished continuously with spiritual energy to gradually recover.

But this nourishment wasn’t a one-sided sacrifice—it was a win-win.

For example, right now, his spiritual energy absorption speed had increased more than tenfold.

“So it wasn’t a lack of spiritual energy—it was my own talent that was the problem.” Chen Huaian shook his head with a bitter smile.

The Dragon Soul had compensated for his dantian’s innate deficiencies.

With his single lightning spiritual root, his talent was already on par with the prodigies of the Cangyun Realm. But now, he could go even further.

He took out the Pure Yang Sword Bone, the Mysterious Yin Sword Bone, and the Sword Spiritual Root from his storage bag.

Brilliant spiritual light instantly filled the room.

Ba Ji was dumbfounded.

【Boss, what the hell is going on today…?! First, there was that Ancestral Dragon aura, and now it’s sword bones and sword spiritual roots—what’s he planning to do?!】

【Wait… could it be that Boss is finally about to awaken his past life’s memories?!】

Chen Huaian noticed Ba Ji staring at him and responded with a profound, enigmatic smile.

Even Ba Ji could sense his transformation.

Truly, he was an irresistible man.

That smile nearly scared Ba Ji’s soul right out of its body.

【It’s over, it’s over…】

Ba Ji ran to the curtains, clutching its head in both hands.

【My cover is about to be blown… My pathetic life is coming to an end… Wait! Since Boss carries the Ancestral Dragon’s aura, maybe—just maybe—he’ll spare me for the sake of the Ancestral Dragon?】

As for its relationship with the Ancestral Dragon… Well, it wasn’t exactly a father-son thing. After all, as a naturally born fiend, it didn’t have a father.

But it

had

been beaten up by the Ancestral Dragon before. And as the saying goes, "A beating can forge a bond"—so that counted as

some

kind of connection, right?

Since Qingran didn't want the Mysterious Yin Sword Bone, that was fine. Chen Huaian would just dual cultivate yin and yang by himself.

Who cared whether he could absorb two at once? Bottoms up!

“Hiss—! Damn, this really does look like chicken tendons… and tastes kinda like it too!”

But as for the Sword Spiritual Root, there was no particular sensation—it simply transformed into a streak of blue light and merged into his consciousness, aligning itself beside his single lightning spiritual root.

A moment later, both the Pure Yang and Mysterious Yin Sword Bones were fully absorbed—without any risk of his body exploding.

Chen Huaian closed his eyes, adjusted his breath, and meditated. Two distinct sword auras surged around him, forming the shadowy apparitions of twin swords—one black, one white—circling his body.

With a mere thought, the Mysterious Yin Sword Intent condensed into a shadowy swordsman in front of him, slashing forward with a blade of darkness.

The shadow vanished in an instant, while he himself remained completely still.

“Mysterious Yin Sword Intent—pure yin forms a shadow, the shadow wields the sword, and the sword moves at will.”

“Pure Yang Sword Intent—pure yang fuels internal force, the sword intent is fierce, and the sword moves with the body.”

“Yin and yang combine—illusion and reality intertwine… It seems I’ve accidentally created something terrifying.” Chen Huaian’s eyes narrowed slightly.

He had initially worried that these two sword bones might conflict if merged together.

But to his surprise, it was as if they had always been meant to be fused. Compared to existing separately, their combined state produced a synergy where one plus one was greater than two.

The Emperor’s Sword—

Chenjiang

—hanging on the headboard, trembled violently.

Even though it was a different kind of entity, it could still sense the sword’s eager anticipation.

This blade

longed

to be wielded—to be unsheathed.

Chen Huaian glanced at the

Chenjiang

sword and sneered.

“Oh? Now you want to stick close to me? Dream on. Stay on the wall where you belong!”

Back then, it had been so cold and indifferent to him.

From now on, he’d make sure this ‘useless sword’ understood the pain of being out of its league.

Black Scales

was the real one—the sword that had been with him through thick and thin was never to be abandoned.

“I may not have sudden epiphanies, but in a way… doesn’t that just make me a different kind of genius?”

After indulging in some self-admiration, Chen Huaian closed his eyes and resumed his cultivation.

In the past, whenever he meditated, his mind would always be flooded with distracting thoughts—like Li Qingran’s little feet, the close-up shots of her wearing a bellyband, or those snowy white… thunderbolts.

But today was completely different.

His mind held nothing but a single sword, flickering with arcs of lightning. In an instant, he entered a deep meditative state.

Somewhere in the void, he felt an illusion—no, perhaps it wasn’t an illusion at all.

He had become a vortex, immersed in a vast ocean of spiritual energy, pulling all the surrounding energy into himself.

And perhaps… it really

wasn’t

an illusion.

Ba Ji and Xiao Qing lay collapsed by the windowsill, their faces filled with despair.

The once crystal-clear leaves of the

Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid

had withered slightly.

【It’s all been drained… All the spiritual energy is gone…】

Ba Ji cautiously glanced at Chen Huaian, who was still meditating, and trembled.

【So this… this is Boss’s true power? His cultivation alone can instantly drain all the abundant spiritual energy in the room? His absorption rate is so fast that even the divine

Nine-Turn Spirit Orchid

can’t keep up… This is terrifying. Absolutely terrifying!】

—

“Governor Chen, are you there? Something’s happened!”

It was hard to tell how much time had passed.

For Chen Huaian, it was about as long as it took to complete over a hundred cycles of

Tidal Surge Technique

.

A voice from outside the containment center pulled him out of his cultivation state.

Most cultivators hated being interrupted during training—it could cause their entire energy cycle to collapse. But for Chen Huaian, this wasn’t a problem. He naturally exited meditation, and the cycle of energy still continued around his sword intent, albeit at a slower pace.

“Young people need to be steady—don’t make such a fuss!”

Chen Huaian opened his eyes and swung the door open, frowning at the panting young girl outside.

“Three-Egg, this better be important. If you’re just here to ask what enlightenment I gained from staring at silk stockings, I swear—”

“No, it’s not that!” Lin Lingling blurted out, speaking rapidly, her face full of urgency.

“It’s Captain Zhao and Captain Xiang! They went to the Exorcist Division Headquarters to contain the

Bone Porcelain Woman

, but when they were about to leave, they got blocked by the noble clans! They’re demanding that they hand over the containment object or they won’t let them go!”

“What about

Strawberry Bear

and

Shrimp King

? What the hell are they doing?”

“They… got beaten up too…”

Chen Huaian’s face darkened.

KSC-01 and KSC-02 might not have been able to defeat the

Bone Porcelain Woman

, but they were definitely strong enough to handle general-level exorcists.

They had even grown stronger by absorbing spiritual energy while following him.

Even if a marshal-level exorcist had intervened, they should have still been able to hold their ground.

“…Prepare the helicopter.”

Chen Huaian threw on his coat, strapped the

Black Scales Sword

to his waist, and said coldly:

“I’d like to see just what the hell is going on.”

They dared to lay a hand on his subordinates?

Perfect. He was running low on cash anyway.