On The Path Of Cultivation To Become God

Unaware of what had just transpired, Chen Tian surfaced from the lake, scanning the area for Baihu.

He feared that extracting the creation crystal might have disrupted the energy flow, potentially hindering her trial. However, the lake had returned to its serene state, and Baihu remained motionless, her eyes still closed.

"Perhaps she doesn't require the energy for her trial," Chen Tian thought, a wave of relief washing over him.

Satisfied that Baihu was safe, he sat by the lake, closed his eyes, and began to meditate.

His recent breakthroughs had propelled him three minor levels ahead, and he needed to stabilize his cultivation.

He focused on his breathing, letting the ambient Qi flow through him, calming his mind and fortifying his spirit against any potential disturbances.

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Two women engaged in a fierce spar, their movements surpassing ordinary human limitations. Aria, wielding a wooden spear, danced around Emilia, who fought bare-handed.

The arena around them seemed to pulse with their energy. The smell of sweat mixed with the scent of pine from the nearby trees, and the ground beneath them trembled slightly with every powerful impact.

The air was thick with tension, a heavy silence broken only by the sharp sounds of their sparring.

Both women had recently entered the Qi Refinement stage, and their desire to test their newfound abilities was palpable. Shockwaves from their clashes rippled through the air, sending leaves spiraling down from the swaying branches above.

Aria moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, her spear an extension of her will. Each thrust and parry was executed with fluid grace, her eyes locked onto Emilia, whose bare fists glowed faintly with Qi.

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Emilia's movements were swift, her strikes imbued with the power of the light element, each blow landing with a force that belied her unarmed state.

The ground beneath them bore the scars of their conflict—deep grooves where the spear had struck, and faint scorch marks where Emilia's fists had landed.

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Liang Wei watched from the sidelines, his heart a storm of conflicting emotions. The initial curiosity that had brought him here had been replaced by something far more unsettling.

"Hahaha, these two beauties want to spar? I, Liang Wei, can teach them a thing or two," he thought smugly.

At first, Liang Wei thought that he could impress both woman with martial art skills, he was confident in his abilities. But now, as he watched them in action, his pride was crumbling.

"No way… How can they be this strong?" His voice, barely a whisper, was tinged with disbelief and shame.

He had always prided himself on his martial prowess, yet here were two women, younger than him, displaying a level of skill and power that far surpassed his own.

Ming Ming, standing beside him, was equally stunned, though her reaction was mixed with a hint of satisfaction.

She had brought Aria and Emilia here at their request, intrigued by their enthusiasm. But she had not expected this—a display of such overwhelming strength and technique that it left even her, a seasoned cultivator, in awe.

The sparring continued, neither woman showing any sign of fatigue.

Aria's spear cut through the air with deadly precision, while Emilia's Qi-imbued fists met each attack with explosive force. The shockwaves of their clash sent tremors through the arena, causing the ground to shake and the air to buzz with energy.

Liang Wei's hands trembled as he clenched them into fists, his sense of inferiority deepening with every passing second. He swallowed hard, the bitter taste of failure on his tongue.

"They're monsters," he whispered, fear and admiration battling within him. He knew that if he were to face either of them, defeat would be inevitable.

Ming Ming's eyes flickered with a mix of emotions as she watched the two women. It was well-known that Aria and Emilia had once struggled against a Peak Martial artist, yet now, either of them could defeat such an opponent with a single move.

"You're not bad, Sister Aria," Emilia said, a proud smile playing on her lips as she caught her breath.

"Thanks, you're not bad either," Aria replied, her tone equally impressed. Despite their rivalry, there was a mutual respect between them, born from the intense battle they had just shared.

As they exchanged compliments, a sudden clap drew their attention.

They turned to see Old Ming approaching, accompanied by Ming Ming's father, Ming Jian. The shock on Ming Jian's face was unmistakable as he took in the sight of the two young women.

What did he just watch?

Both of these women looked as though they couldn't hurt a fly, but beneath their delicate exteriors lay the power of divine martial artists.

Both women were fucking divine martial artists!!

Unlike his daughter and Liang Wei, the experienced Old Ming and Ming Jian already noticed.

Old Ming, his eyes gleaming with excitement, stepped forward.

An idea came to his mind as he looked at the two women—a plan forming in his head.

"You two young girls, how about I offer you both the opportunity." He proposed, a smile playing on his lips.

Both Aria and Emilia looked at the old man with curious expressions, intrigued by his offer. They knew that the old man in front of them was Ming Ming grandfather and also what people call in this world a divine martial artist.

The old man opened his mouth; his voice boomed across the training ground, carrying an offer that made Ming Ming, Liang Wei, and even Ming Jian's hearts skip a beat.

They couldn't believe that the old man would offer such a thing!

In the Ming Mansion, a figure was looking through a window, observing the scene at the training ground.

The figure was none other than Leng Zhiqing.

Her gaze remained fixed on Aria and Emilia as they listened to the old man's proposition. She had seen Aria and Emilia spar, and it was unclear what was going through her head as she witnessed everything.

"He's not here…"

Leng Zhiqing thought to herself as she continued to watch.

She wanted to see the figure of the person in her heart, but he was nowhere to be found.

"He's really an idiot, and he can't understand a woman's heart. If he just came to visit, he would see how much I care for him," Leng Zhiqing mused, her eyes still fixed on the training ground below.

Yes, she was disappointed that Chen Tian had made her sister his woman, but deep down, she knew that she wanted to be a part of his harem as well.

"I was the first to love him."

She was the one who had loved him first, before Aria, before Emilia. From the moment Chen Tian joined their family, Leng Zhiqing had always depended on him.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy every time she saw him with Emilia, but she knew she couldn't do anything.

She had always tried to be the best in everything—sports, grades—all for one reason: to be better than her mother.

Her parents' divorce had affected her deeply, shaping her into the competitive and driven person she was today. She couldn't shake the feeling of inadequacy, always striving to prove herself in every aspect of her life.

It was only when Chen Tian joined their family that Leng Zhiqing knew what love was.

Chen Tian was perfect in everything he did; he always knew everything and was always beside her.

Leng Zhiqing couldn't help but fall in love.

Her mother would be furious if she knew; perhaps Aria didn't care about what her mother would think, but Leng Zhiqing was different.

Her mother had sacrificed many things, and Leng Zhiqing couldn't bear the thought of disappointing her.

Things got worse when Chen Tian started becoming lazy, not paying attention to his studies, always playing games.

This made Leng Zhiqing angry, leading her to adopt a cold demeanor whenever she spoke with Chen Tian, always trying to make him study.

She loved him, but she couldn't let him waste his potential and wanted him to do better.

Leng Zhiqing's eyes remained on the training ground; no one knew what was on her mind as she made an important decision.

Her eyes were filled with determination as she made up her mind; she turned and left for her room.