Sitting cross-legged on the futon, Xiao Chen called out his status panel. In an instant, a semi-transparent panel materialized in front of him.
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[Host: Xiao Chen
Status: Destined Heavenly Villain
Weapons: Destiny Stealing Cauldron
Dao Affinity: Light, Darkness, Life, Fire, Sword, Space, and Time
Identity: Inner Disciple of the Peerless Heaven Sword Sect and Young Master of the Immortal Ye Family
Bloodline/Physique: Innate Demonic and Divine Immortal Physique and Boundless Flame Sovereign Physique
Cultivation: Ethereal Core Peak Stage
Cultivation Techniques: Immortal Body Tempering Scripture, Chaos Qi Refinement Technique, Peerless Heaven Sword Code, Shadow Breezing Stride, Infernal Sword Technique, Exquisite Yang Essence Transmission, and Nameless Cultivation Technique
Weapons and Props: Orale Stone Finder (2⁄3), Sky Burning Sword, Devil’s Dream Pearl, Destiny Stealing Cauldron, Fire King’s Pendant, and Storage Ring x2
Destiny Value: 5300 (+4350)
Villain Value: 850
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Xiao Chen sighed inwardly, his gaze focused on the measly 850 Villain value.
The pitiful number made his heart ache. For someone titled the Destined Heavenly Villain, It was almost embarrassing.
"Are you planning to break through? How many Daos have you comprehended?"
The sudden voice pulled him from his thoughts. Xiao Chen turned to see Rongmei, her figure emerging gracefully from the jade pendant.
Xiao Chen hesitated for a moment before answering her question.
"....Seven," he said, his voice laced with frustration.
Rongmei’s jaw dropped in shock. "S-seven daos?" she repeated, staring at him as if she had just heard something impossible.
Although Xiao Chen had comprehended seven Daos, they were still a fragment—pieces of a much larger puzzle.
Xiao Chen gently wrapped his arm around Rongmei’s waist. "Mei, it doesn’t matter how many Daos one comprehends," he said, his tone soft
"Even with just one Dao, a person can still reach the pinnacle." His gaze had a sharp edge as he continued, a faint smile appearing on his lips.
"I simply chose this path because it aligns with my destiny—to face various opponents who have walked different paths."
But in the end, remember this...." He paused.
"All cultivation paths, no matter how diverse, share the same ultimate goal—immortality."
Rongmei blinked, momentarily taken aback by his words.
She looked up at him with a strange expression, her eyes staring at his youthful face. If she didn’t know better, she might have thought he was an ancient monster disguised as a young cultivator.
Still, she couldn’t deny the wisdom in his words.
As Xiao Chen had said, the number of Daos comprehended mattered far less than the mastery of those Daos.
For example, if Xiao Chen could reach the point of freezing both time and space, that would be an extraordinary feat.
But Rongmei, a cultivator who has mastered the Fire Dao could still counter it by burning space itself. During the time, Xiao chen spent comprehending two different daos, Rongmei would have focused on a single dao and reached a higher level.
Rongmei couldn’t help but feel a mix of awe and admiration for her man.
His understanding of cultivation was far deeper than she had initially realized.
"Now, now, there’s no need to look at me like that," Xiao Chen said with a teasing smile, gently lifting Rongmei’s chin with his finger.
"Tell me, how many Daos have you comprehended?" He asked, his gaze filled with curiosity.
’Fifty? A hundred? Or maybe even a hundred and fifty?’ He thought in his mind and his expectations were quite high.
Rongmei’s cheeks turned pink as she averted her gaze, suddenly feeling shy under his direct question.
"Uh... a little over three hundred," she muttered, her voice low like a mosquito.
"As expected of my woman! Comprehending a hundred and fifty Daos in—" he froze mid-sentence, his eyes narrowing as he recalled her words. "Wait... what did you just say!?"
"A little over three hundred," Rongmei repeated, this time a little louder and smiled proudly after seeing his shocked face.
For a moment, Xiao Chen just stared at her, his brain struggling to process what he had just heard. Three hundred Daos? That wasn’t just extraordinary—it was unfathomable.
It took a moment for him to recover.
"And here I thought I was special for comprehending seven fragments," he muttered, more to himself than to her.