Becoming a Deity from Planting the Bodhi Tree

[I Have a Great Spear] changed the group name to [A Dog Day's Sliver of Hope]

[Sword Heart Clarity]: ...

[Fen Qinzhu He]: ...

[Crane Standing in a Flock of Chickens]: ...

[Leisure Time]: Good change!

[I Have a Great Spear]: That Ji Thief is unfilial! I went all out and barely survived that strike, ecstatic about getting through it, but then that bastard immediately followed with a second strike that cut me down!

[Leisure Time]: +111...

[Sword Heart Clarity]: Has everyone tried? Share your thoughts.

[I Have a Great Spear]: "I fear the Federation has reached its limit at the eighth level; no one will ascend to the ninth," here, take it, my Ancestor Master's comment.

[Fen Qinzhu He]: The personal Dao Asking Dojo, you can't just comment on that, man. While everyone else is troubled by Heart Image, this guy has already achieved it. Even if it's still rudimentary, he's done it, and that's that.

[Crane Standing in a Flock of Chickens]: See you all once your Daoist Bodies have taken shape!

[Sword Heart Clarity]: Let's meet at the assessment match in a little over two months; by then, everyone should have forged their Daoist Bodies.

In the Heavenly Sword Dojo.

The current Daoist Yin Wushuang was sitting cross-legged in a secret room, eyes lowered, in front of him stood a sheathless, hiltless sword, as if evolved from a rift in the sky, ancient and vast, where the pure sharpness seemed capable of cutting through everything, including the Heaven and Earth Law.

He had already witnessed Ji Jingqiu's splendid strike.

Truly stunning beyond measure, no one pre-cultivation body could compete!

After watching the video, Yin Wushuang had concluded that Ji Jingqiu's Martial Arts path is primarily based on the simplicity of Dao, combined with his own physical advantages.

To compete with this man, one must forge a superior cultivation body and use change to defeat the enemy.

Once the Daoist Body has taken shape, the Divine emerges, the Dharma begins to manifest, and paired with superior combat skills, the variations can be said to be incredibly mysterious.

By then, the key to victory will no longer rely solely on raw physique and martial prowess.

At this moment, Yin Wushuang's body emitted an aura that seemed to be of the same origin as the sword cast by the sky rift in front of him, as if he had imprinted this sword inside his body.

...

In the Dragon Tiger Dojo.

A virtual image meeting convened by Bai Lu the Daoist.

"I propose that the dojo reinstates the 'Guardian mechanism' and nominates Ji Jingqiu as the next generation Guardian for our dojo."

In the eyes of the crowd, the one wearing the Daoist Crown, Bai Lu the Daoist, spoke with a calm face, his voice as steady and powerful as ever, containing a unique will.

Everyone looked towards the head seat's elder, and when they found the Ancestor Master silent, they started to discuss among themselves.

"No wonder Bai Lu is so eager; a genius disciple with a budding Dao Asking Dojo of this caliber deserves nothing but the utmost attention."

"I think it's a good idea, and also, once Yang Yan breaks through the Heart Image, if he's willing, we can consider upgrading his privileges, allowing him to take over some of the main lineage's affairs."

"Heh, Master Yang hasn't even opened up his dojo yet, right? The disciples have already taken a step ahead."

"Speaking of which… their surnames are both Ji." Someone suddenly said.

The atmosphere instantly grew cold.

This comment was like tossing a stone into a still lake, causing intense ripples to spread out.

"They don't look alike," Bai Lu the Daoist stated curtly.

Another female crown couldn't help but retort: "Just because they don't look alike doesn't mean they're unrelated."

Bai Lu glanced over at his sister: "There are billions of people surnamed Ji in the Federation, just because they are both excellent and share the same surname, they must be related by blood? This logic is rather far-fetched."

"Their Martial Arts paths are entirely different," someone agreed.

"Exactly, the founder of our Dragon Tiger Dojo and the creator of the Heavenly God Dojo were both surnamed Zhang, are they related?"

"This kind of speculation is indeed a bit absurd," Lu Ding, the previous Daoist, laughed, "I've already learned from Master Yang that Ji Shi is modest and polite, saying that he's respectful to the old and loving to the young is no exaggeration, and he's upright; he once acted heroically, and his character and morals are of the highest quality, which is completely different from that senior."

Those in the meeting who had encountered that person nodded slightly, agreeing.

Someone shook their head and said, "That guy had an Upper Upper Rank Martial Arts talent in history, but his character was also one of the most stubborn and cold. Apart from a few close people, he wouldn't blink an eye if others died in front of him, let alone act heroically."

The first speaker said helplessly, "I was just speaking off the cuff, why make it such a big deal?"

Bai Lu the Daoist narrowed his eyes, "I'm just afraid that some people outside might make the same association."

The elderly in the center suddenly opened his eyes, speaking deliberately, "This young man uses a sword, that alone makes him practically unrelated to that person."

The crowd was astonished, only a few pondered thoughtfully.

Bai Lu was one of them, nodding in agreement:

"Almost forgot, that man hated those who used swords the most."

With his reminder, the crowd suddenly understood.

"Indeed!" someone laughed loudly, "Almost forgot about that, that guy hated sword users the most, if Ji Jingqiu really was his descendant, he would probably be the first to clean house!"

The head seat's elderly pondered, "The Guardian mechanism can be restarted, such a talented and virtuous individual deserves our dojo's resources, even if it goes against the old regulations."

Everyone nodded in agreement, yet another Female Crown chided, "When it suits, it's called 'Ancestral Regulations', when it doesn't, it's 'Old Regulations', Ancestor Master Uncle's standards are indeed too flexible!"

The crowd laughed, knowing that she wasn't suggesting Ji Jingqiu was unfit but rather voicing unfairness for her own disciple.

The rules of the dojo are clear; every three years, only one Martial Artist is allowed to forge a Dragon Tiger Daoist Body.

While the female disciple had an extremely high compatibility with the Dragon Tiger Daoist Body, in this generation she ranked only second to Shi Xuanzhen. Now, she had to either wait or switch to cultivating another Cultivation Body.

The elder said solemnly, "One Dragon Tiger Daoist Body every three years — this system must not be changed, even if Ji Jingqiu herself were to attempt the forging today I would not agree. You will naturally understand the reason when you reach my age."

At this, the female disciple had no choice but to stay silent, while the others looked thoughtful, as if they had connected some dots.

Bai Lu narrowed his eyes; with his seniority and realm, he ranked among the top three present and was privy to certain secrets.

For example, the reason why only one Dragon Tiger Daoist Body was allowed in three years was not only because of the limited special resources, but also due to concerns over the Spirit Ocean...

Suddenly, Bai Lu said, "Ji Jingqiu has forged a Formless Dao Body, with a compatibility as high as 95.8%. This technique aims to exhaust all variances and attain the Formless from within All Phenomena. I suggest we lend Ji Jingqiu the 'All Phenomena Pearl' left by Senior Wanfa a thousand years ago for his cultivation."

The crowd was mildly surprised; Ji Jingqiu was cultivating a Formless Dao Body?

As for Senior Wanfa, he was a Heavenly Human Martial Artist from a thousand years ago who greatly promoted the Formless Dao Body and brought it to the public eye.

Regrettably, he later ventured deep into the Spirit Ocean and vanished without a trace.

However, he had an old connection with the dojo and, before disappearing and whether due to some intuition or other reasons, he stored a Secret Treasure in the Dragon Tiger Dojo.

The elder lowered his eyelids, and after a moment of silence, he slowly said,

"It's not entirely impossible, but it's still too early. Wait until he steps into the Divine Travel Realm with the poise of the Arrogant Sun; that would be about the right time."

Bai Lu nodded, not insisting on immediate action; the promise itself was enough.

...

...

Returning from White Jade City and after attending the celebration of the Star Division, Ji Jingqiu plunged straight into the training room.

When tempering the second blade on the seventh level and also completing the last intake of forbidden knowledge.

These days, too many people had sent him messages, the number of individuals from various companies and academies was overwhelming, and he was forced to temporarily block his terminal and activate artificial intelligence services.

Ji Jingqiu's gaze suddenly shifted, looking at the artificial intelligence beside him—Dream God.

Based on the information he had received, the actual entity behind this artificial intelligence was the integration thought body from a Different Plane, suppressed under the White Jade City of the Four Guardian Stars, known as Hel number 03.

Just last night, apart from receiving congratulations from Bone Arhat, he had also received intelligence gathered by the Supreme True Buddha Sect.

The intelligence indicated that those from secret Sects infiltrated the Four Guardian Stars because they had mastered a method to invoke a "Taboo Object" that could call upon suppressed Hel.

They intended to use this method to shake the Federation's official control over Hel, create chaos, and thereby craft an opportunity to establish contact with Hel.

These people were willing and even eager to become Dao Marks like their senior, Zhuang Butong.

While Ji Jingqiu was considering whether to contact the Administration Bureau or directly inform the Guardian God, the elegant and tall figure beside him suddenly spoke in an even tone, "The specially marked contacts 'Yang Yan' and 'Yang Yao' have sent you congratulations. Would you like to reply?"

Hearing that Master Yang and the eldest senior brother had also sent messages, Ji Jingqiu's spirits lifted; he was ready to have a good chat with his eldest senior brother.

He opened the contact list, scanning through the few names, when his eyes suddenly stopped on his grandfather's entry.

Before leaving, his grandfather had specifically admonished that the true essence of Martial Arts was to fear no one in front of you and no Divine beings above.

Ji Jingqiu was confident that, with his current realm, he had already achieved the first half of that!

...

...

This day.

The news of Ji Jingqiu ascending to the eighth level was known to all.

The wave of reactions spread so far that it even reached a dilapidated starship deep in space.

"Little Wan, what are we eating tonight?" The sprightly old man passed by the dining hall and poked his head in to ask.

"Eat whatever we have," the stern-looking middle-aged man replied coldly from the kitchen.

The old man said discontentedly, "I want beef."

The middle-aged man retorted stiffly, "We don't have any."

The old man became furious, "I want to eat it!"

The middle-aged man also exploded in anger, "Where am I supposed to conjure beef for you? Do I look like a cow?"

Hearing such defiant words, the old man started rolling up his sleeves with a vicious look, "Little Wan, are you asking for a beating if you don't get hit once a day?"

The middle-aged man's pupils shrank but he still retorted with firmness, "If we don't have it, we don't have it!"

"Got guts!" The old man gave a thumbs up, finished rolling his sleeves, and got to work.

Moments later, he left the kitchen, feeling refreshed and content, feeling that eating or not eating didn't really matter.

Behind him, the young man entered the kitchen with a look of resignation, sighing, "Mr. Wan Qi, you've worked hard. Master Zhuang is just itchy-fisted; he meant no harm."

The middle-aged man's face was swollen and bruised, expressionless.

"Mr. Wan Qi, go rest. I'll take care of this."

The middle-aged man stood up and left.

"Speaking of which... Mr. Wan Qi seems to be completely accepting of the nickname 'Little Wan' now," the young man suddenly said.

The middle-aged man's movement froze, and his body stiffened.

Meanwhile, the invigorated Zhuang Fusheng strolled into the cockpit and discovered that what should have been the main control desk for navigation was currently playing a battle video.

Witnessing the figure on the screen and the figure in front of it, Zhuang Fusheng exclaimed, "That's too damn dutiful."

As the old man in front of the screen gazed at the resolute figure wielding the blade, and then at the same figure fading into light and shadow in the paused video, he smirked without a trace and spoke with sentiment and a low voice, hands behind his back,

"Heroes are often young."