Chapter 118: Teach Me
In the cultivation world, a cultivator’s innate talent and potential often determine their future path. Some may find smooth sailing, while others face endless obstacles and struggles. But what Duke Valiard saw in the hall of his mansion went beyond the realm of talent or potential—it was sheer absurdity, an impossibility.
He wouldn’t be surprised if someone could fight across cultivation levels. After all, many geniuses on the continent can do that. One minor realm, two minor realms? He even knew of people who could battle with a gap of almost four minor realms! But to possess the strength of a King stage cultivator while still in the Middle Earl stage? This wasn’t about talent or potential anymore—this was absurd! And Aldrian even claimed this wasn’t his full power?!
Duke Valiard had thought Aldrian was joking when he said his strength could surpass the Middle Emperor stage. If that were true, then what was his full power? Could it be at the High Emperor stage? Or even the Peak Emperor stage? He couldn’t fathom it.
"You?! Who are you really? Are you truly just an Earl stage cultivator?" Duke Valiard asked, his expression full of shock.
"Are you using some kind of forbidden technique?" he added, suspicion filling his voice. If Aldrian was indeed only at the Earl stage, then perhaps some heaven-defying technique could explain this strength. Forbidden techniques, shunned by many, were often practiced by devils.
He had never heard of a forbidden technique granting such power, but he couldn’t think of any other explanation.
Aldrian, seeing Duke Valiard’s reaction, calmly raised his hands.
"You don’t have to be so wary of me, Duke Valiard. I mean no harm. I don’t want to brag, but I’m truly an Earl stage cultivator, and my strength comes from myself. Let’s just say I’m unique. And do you really think, with this kind of energy, I’m using a forbidden technique?" Aldrian said as he released his golden energy.
The moment the golden energy manifested, Duke Valiard was stunned, captivated by the beautiful radiance unlike anything he had ever seen. The energy within his own dantian stirred, and he felt a slight pressure, as if his body instinctively wanted to revere the energy. It radiated warmth and purity—an energy he had never encountered before.
Duke Valiard’s eyes widened as he suppressed the feeling with his cultivation. For a split second, the urge to kneel before Aldrian flashed through his mind, leaving him horrified.
"What kind of energy is this?!" he thought, realizing his own energy had been suppressed by Aldrian’s golden aura, which seemed to invoke a desire to worship it. With a slight effort, he brushed it off using his cultivation. He glanced at Aldrian, who remained calm as he retracted the energy.