Chapter 773 - 541: Star Deity! (2)
Brother Jiang quickly responded modestly.
He knew in his heart that while his Martial Arts talent was decent, today’s achievements were more due to having chosen the right master.
"Thanks to Master Chen’s guidance, I barely managed to reach the Realm of blood and spirit, becoming a Martial Arts Master."
"Unfortunately, my talent is limited, failing Master Chen."
Chen Sheng, hearing this, slowly raised his hand and lightly patted Jiang Ming’s shoulder, without saying much more.
Jiang Ming didn’t have the script of a teenage genius.
Rather, he was a late bloomer!
In middle age, he finally awaited the bloom of fortune.
With one glance, Chen Sheng saw that the fortune atop Jiang Ming’s head was already like a wave.
At this moment, another figure stepped down from the passenger seat, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.
It was a dark-skinned young man, tall and burly, a head and a half taller than Chen Sheng, with wide shoulders and a thick back. Clad in a black combat suit, his muscles were full and tightly fitted, exuding explosive power.
With a resolute face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his gaze was steady and sharp. He had a chilling aura, a military-like toughness and sternness. Standing beside Chen Sheng, he was like a loyal guardian, imposing without anger.
Chen Sheng spoke lightly to introduce:
"This is Zhou Yang, my disciple, also an excellent student at the Mecha Academy, accompanying me this time."
Zhou Yang stepped forward, saluted Jiang Ming:
"Greetings, Master Jiang."
Jiang Ming quickly raised his hand in gesture:
"No need for courtesy, I’m also under Master Chen. Just call me brother."
"Quickly come in, I’ve prepared a feast to welcome Master Chen!"
During the banquet.
Jiang Ming did not forget to bring his two disciples to the front to solemnly introduce them to Chen Sheng.
Because of his talent, he could not become a Mecha Master, always harboring regret, having been through rain, always wanting to shelter others from it.
Chen Sheng nodded gently: "I noted it."
The two young men rejoiced immediately.
...
The deep night sky, sparse stars dotted, moonlight through the clouds, shed a cold silver glow.
On the rooftop, the night wind was cool.
Jiang Ming stood alone at the edge of the rooftop, hands on the cold railing, his gaze looking towards the distant city’s lights, he sighed softly.
"Alas!"
To outsiders, he was already a successful existence—a federation-recognized Martial Arts Master, with many disciples, exalted by thousands, his life already at perfection.
But only Jiang Ming knew the hurdle in his heart, had never been crossed, the obsession deeply buried had never faded.
"Mecha..."
"Compatibility... not enough..."
In youth, rejected by the Mecha Academy.
Later, reaching the Martial Arts Master Realm, with Master Chen’s help, he had another chance.
That was the closest he ever got to his dream.
But, he still failed, stopped outside the door of becoming a Mecha Master.
Jiang Ming slowly closed his eyes, lifted the wine bottle:
"Talent not enough... in the end, talent not enough..."
...
In the quiet room deep within the martial arts hall.
Light focused in the center of the room, illuminating the figure standing with bowed head—it was Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang maintained his standing posture, motionless, like a statue.
His flesh was dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye, yet with no bloody terror, only a faint golden halo surrounding.
Once the flesh faded, a completely blood-gold body slowly revealed.
Not a flesh body, not pieced together, but carved from a single large block of blood-gold, exuding a cold sensation.
On one side of the quiet room, Chen Sheng was wearing a white lab coat.
He had no extra expression, only those piercing eyes perceiving everything, capturing every change on Zhou Yang’s body.
He held a bright white scalpel, the blade glistening faintly coldly.
...
Chen Sheng spoke lightly:
"Blood lotus status, no longer a mere mortal."
"Whether you can endure, it depends on yourself!"
A blood lotus appeared as he spoke, containing a power comparable to that of a star.
Chen Sheng planted it steadily into the core slot of Zhou Yang’s body.
In an instant.
The intense pain swept over Zhou Yang’s Divine Soul, a bone-deep agony that slowly eroded his will.
"Can’t give up... I can’t give up..."
Zhou Yang roared in his heart, forcibly steadying his collapsing will, silently reciting the mantra of the "Ice Heart Sutra."
The cold scriptures echoed in his sea of consciousness, like a clear spring, slightly soothing the extreme pain, supporting him to persevere.
Time passed slowly.
Chen Sheng stood with his hands behind his back, watching indifferently, as if this thrilling body-forging had nothing to do with him.
He neither urged nor consoled, just quietly observed.
Who knows how long passed, the red light on Zhou Yang’s body gradually subsided, and the tremor of the blood-gold body also slowly calmed down.
Chen Sheng spoke slowly:
"Not bad, the blood lotus has stabilized."
"From now on, your strength will not be inferior to the top Martial Gods. However, how much you can exert depends on your own control."
In the next moment.
A faint golden aura surrounded Zhou Yang, and his dissipated flesh and skin reformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, quickly returning to their original appearance.
Only his aura underwent an earth-shattering change, every gesture exuded a power that could crush everything.
Zhou Yang slowly opened his eyes, raising his hand to feel the unprecedented power, the corners of his mouth involuntarily curving into a smile.
Yet when his eyes fell on the still indifferent ’professor’ standing beside him, that ecstasy was instantly reined in, leaving only fear and reverence in his eyes.
He hurriedly bowed in respect:
"Thank you, teacher, for the grace of rebirth!"
Chen Sheng nodded slightly, his expression still indifferent.
Suddenly, he sensed something, slightly raising his gaze toward the distant sky.
Zhou Yang was puzzled, following Chen Sheng’s line of sight to the sky, but all he saw was the dark night sky and sparse stars, nothing unusual.
Chen Sheng seemed to sense his confusion, withdrew his gaze, and spoke calmly:
"No need to be puzzled, your Brother Jiang’s destiny has arrived."
...
A night passed in silence.
As the first ray of morning sunlight rose.
Jiang Ming suddenly awoke with a start from the bed!
He looked around blankly, the familiar bedroom environment coming into view, a faint scent of tea lingering at the tip of his nose, his wife’s favorite fragrance.
"You, ah, finally woke up."
A gentle voice came, beside the bed, a woman in a light pink dress holding a cup of warm water, her face showing a bit of helplessness and reproach.
"A distinguished guest arrived, and you went to the rooftop to drink, in the end, I had to carry you back."
This woman was Jiang Ming’s wife, Lin Wan.
She was Jiang Ming’s university classmate, both meeting at Martial Arts University, walking hand in hand for decades. Though not as strong in Cultivation as Jiang Ming, she was a genuine mid-level martial artist.
Jiang Ming rubbed his throbbing temples, his mind a haze, frowning and speaking softly:
"I got drunk? Impossible, I only drank a little."
"By the way, I seemed to see a meteor streaking quickly across the sky, very splendid and charming."
His tone carried a hint of uncertainty, as if it was only a blurry dream.
Lin Wan handed him the warm water, shaking her head with a smile, her tone carrying a bit of helplessness:
"What meteor?"
"If there really was a meteor, the Astronomical Bureau would have reported it long ago. You truly were drunk, unable to distinguish dream from reality."
"Alright then..."
Jiang Ming took the warm water, drank a large mouthful, the haze in his mind clearing a bit, his heart slowly accepting that he might really have been drunk the night before.
He shook his head helplessly, placing the empty cup on the bedside cabinet, slowly getting out of bed, silently thinking:
"Master Chen came from afar, today I must accompany him well, not to lose decorum."
With these thoughts, he turned and walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
But just as he turned on the faucet, the icy tap water splashing on his palm, preparing to wash his face, his vision suddenly distorted violently.
Before he could react, a few lines of pale blue text suddenly appeared in the distorted vision.
[Star God Compatibility: 1%].
Jiang Ming was shocked in his heart:
"What is this?!"