Limitless Cultivation: I Can Master Every Profession!

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Even the patriarch fell to his knees as his legs gave out and he was forced to bow.

'He… truly reached that level,' he thought, his mind racing.

Zhu Rong's words were calm but for them were no different than sharp blades that pierced them all.

They still remembered very well the day they decided to take a stand against him and his parents.

To be precise, 15 yeara ago the family had conducted its annual talent appraisal of all descendants.

Zhu Rong and Zhu Yong drew the most attention, since both had already displayed signs of extraordinary latent talent.

At the time, Zhu Rong's abilities were still undefined, while Zhu Yong was already showing a rare affinity for the fire element and a strong aptitude for cultivation.

Everyone realized that the family had two rare prodigies in their hands. For one of them, it was already clear which path he would need to follow to grow quickly and steadly.

As for the other, that day they would discover precisely what he was most suited for, including his elemental affinity, and the aptitude for cultivation.

And the results of the appraisal were far from disappointing, it turned out that the signs they had observed the previous year were due to a spiritual root in the process of forming, which had now reached a good stages of development.

A spiritual root determined one's aptitude for cultivation. Everyone had one, but in 99% of cases it was of common grade.

Some had stronger roots, the 0.9%, but Zhu Rong's was beyond that, belonging to the remaining 0.1%,

something so rare that only a few individuals in every millennium could hope to be born with it.

For example, to produce a strong spiritual root like that, even the royal family would have to strain to nourish the developing fetus with rare and expensive resources, and the probability that they would develop a spiritual root like Zhu Rong's was much lower even for them.

So for a descendant of a family whose influence was limited to one of the many provinces, this alone spoke volumes about how extraordinary such an event was.

It goes without saying that this caused a stir, the elders and the patriarch had already regarded Zhu Rong as the next rising star of the family, and the patriarch even congratulated his son and daughter in law for giving birth to such a rare prodigy.

But that did not bring only joy , envy of many followed, and fate wanted that the envy came from the older brother of Zhu Rong's father, Zhu Shen, who realized he had to do something or he could only dream of the family head's position.

So he took advantage of a moment when Zhu Rong's parents were absent, and even most of the elders of the family, to get close to him and poison him,

but it was clear he changed his mind, because instead of poisoning him he decided to do something much worse:

he forcibly tore out the spiritual root that was forming and gave it to his own son.

This was discovered by an elder of the family, loyal to Zhu Rong's parents, who then brought the matter to the head of the family.

Zhu Shen's action had almost killed Zhu Rong, who by a miracle managed to stay alive, but the damage had been done; when Zhu Rong's parents returned, they were furious and demanded justice.

But the spiritual root had already been implanted into Zhu Yong, and extracting it would not only risk killing the latter but also damaging the spiritual root, so the elders decided to leave it to him and compensate Zhu Rong's parents with mere promises.

Even the patriarch, concerned that the spiritual root might be damaged, sided with them, and this led to the fury of Zhu Rong's parents, who decided to bring the matter to the imperial court.

Attacking the family directly was not something they could do, since the patriarch himself had decided to support Zhu Shen; so their only alternative was to bring the matter to the imperial court.

But this only prompted Zhu Shen to act, quietly eliminating them through underhanded means.

And if it hadn't been for that elder who protected Zhu Rong, he would have been eliminated that day too.

Everyone knew how his parents died, yet everyone ignored that fact; even the patriarch could only shake his head and let things remain as they were.

The death of Zhu Rong's parents and the damage to his spiritual root had already been a severe blow to the family.

If he had decided to punish Zhu Yong and his son as well, it would have only made matters worse and harmed the family as a whole.

Therefore, he chose to turn a blind eye to the incident.

As cruel as it had been, the past was now behind them, and none of them—not even he—had ever imagined that it would lead to their current situation. After all, just a few months ago, this boy had been weaker than their worst talents and a burden to the family.

Everyone trembled, heads bowed, trying not to faint.

Even the patriarch, who was standing before Zhu Rong, could not withstand the pressure.

The sheer awareness of it made the distance between him and the boy painfully clear.

"As much as I'd like to skin you all alive one by one, I have more urgent matters to attend to.

Consider yourselves lucky," Zhu Rong's voice rang out.

When his words reached everyone's ears, a flicker of hope sparked in their minds, only for it to be short-lived.

In the next moment, Zhu Rong released a concentrated surge of spiritual energy.

The instant it struck them, their entire bodies shook violently, and they could not help but let out a piercing scream, coughing up another mouthful of blood.

This time, however, it was different from before.

Not only did it cause internal damage, but it went much deeper,

it destroyed their cultivation base.

When they realized that their dantians had been damaged, a wave of cries erupted as they fell into despair.

But Zhu Rong, simply ignored them, as he turned his gaze toward the father and son pair.

The moment he focused on them, both stiffened, losing control of their bodies as they were lifted and immediately suspended in front of him.

"Of course, I will reserve a special treatment for you two," he said.

At his words, both paled, but before any of them could say a word, Zhu Rong's hand shot forward.

Under the horrified gaze of Zhu Shen, it pierced Zhu Yong's abdomen, blood spilling as it tore through what could only be described as a small, dark sphere radiating a subtle dark red aura.

It was Zhu Yong's dantian.