Ascending to Godhood: I Can Foresee All Futures

The Daqian court’s system was vast and complex; the Nie Family was by no means powerful enough to dominate it completely.

With the aptitude and strength he had now revealed, the powers willing to invest in and win him over were by no means limited to just the Nie Family.

Therefore, Chen Sheng felt no real sense of urgency.

Unless the Daqian court was truly rotten to the core.

Otherwise, a genius of his age, with his combat record and potential, would sooner or later come to the attention of more powerful figures and receive the recognition and resources he deserved.

...

For several days, Chen Sheng remained in deep seclusion, immersed in his cultivation. He paid no mind to the outside world and showed not the slightest sign of changing his mind about the marriage alliance with the Nie Family.

This display of serene calm finally allowed Nie Xiangjun, who had been observing him in secret, to cast aside her last lingering doubt.

Her suspicion that Chen Sheng had seen through her test and was merely putting on an act vanished completely.

In its place grew a genuine appreciation for Chen Sheng’s character.

As for Chen Sheng already having a woman by his side?

To someone like Nie Xiangjun, who hailed from a top Noble Family and had weathered many storms, this was hardly a major issue.

If a young prodigy were truly pure-hearted, free of desire, and showed no interest in women, she would actually find him harder to understand and more difficult to deal with.

The most pressing matter now was to speak frankly with Chen Sheng and finalize the marriage alliance.

However, when Nie Xiangjun prepared to summon Chen Sheng again, she received news that caught her completely off guard.

Chen Sheng had secluded himself in the Jingwu Bureau’s most heavily protected cultivation chamber, giving strict orders not to be disturbed by anyone.

Nie Xiangjun couldn’t help but feel a rising anxiety.

She was on a mission of great importance to her family; her core objective was to bring Chen Sheng back to the Nie Family’s ancestral lands as quickly as possible and finalize the marriage contract.

After news of Chen Sheng’s placement on the Dragon and Tiger List had spread, the Nie Family’s upper echelons had long since disregarded the so-called three-month agreement.

The Nie Family of today could not afford to wait three months.

By now, the news of Chen Sheng making the list had already spread.

The relevant court bureaus, as well as other great Noble Families and major sects, had likely all caught wind of it.

The Nie Family needed to lock down this prospective son-in-law of astonishing potential as soon as possible.

Time was of the essence.

They certainly couldn’t just wait for Chen Sheng to emerge from his seclusion.

Left with no choice, Nie Xiangjun decided to interrupt him.

After speaking with Nie Xuanfeng, she went straight to the chamber where Chen Sheng was in seclusion.

However, Nie Xiangjun did not barge in recklessly. Instead, she first extended her Divine Sense to quietly probe the chamber and perceive the situation within.

If Chen Sheng was at a critical juncture in breaking through a realm or seeking enlightenment, she would naturally wait.

But if he was merely refining a Spiritual Object or accumulating True Essence, a brief interruption to explain her purpose would be acceptable.

Inside the chamber.

Chen Sheng, seated cross-legged on the Cold Jade Platform, slowly let out a long, turbid breath. A nearly imperceptible smile flashed in the depths of his eyes before being perfectly concealed.

A timely look of grim displeasure at having his cultivation disturbed appeared on his face. With a swift motion, he grasped the Dragon Roar Blade at his side.

"It’s me."

A cool, clear voice transmission sounded directly in Chen Sheng’s ear.

"Daoist Nie, you’ve disturbed my seclusion. What could be so important?"

Chen Sheng’s voice passed through the Restriction, tinged with the displeasure of someone whose cultivation had been interrupted.

"Open the Restriction. I... have an opportunity for you."

Nie Xiangjun’s voice came again, its tone much gentler than before.

A perfectly calculated look of hesitation appeared on Chen Sheng’s face. After a moment, he acted on a thought.

The glowing runes on the chamber’s stone door dimmed in sequence, and the heavy door slid inward without a sound.

Nie Xiangjun, clad in a simple white dress, stepped into the room. With a light wave of her hand, a small, three-inch cyan meditation cushion, shimmering with spiritual light, appeared from thin air and settled on the floor.

Nie Xiangjun then gracefully sat down. The simple white dress clung to the lush, elegant curves of her figure, and her fair skin seemed to radiate a faint, jade-like luster in the soft glow of the room’s luminous pearl.

In addition to her familiar, cool aura, a faint, mellow aroma of wine lingered about her.

"Cold Marrow is an excellent Spiritual Object for raising one’s Cultivation, but your methodical approach to refining it is too slow."

Nie Xiangjun got straight to the point, her gaze sweeping over the icy aura around Chen Sheng that had yet to fully subside.

"That Yin Fire inside you is rather interesting, but even with its help, it would take you months to fully refine the Cold Marrow. This flask of Primordial Yang Spirit Wine was brewed from various Positive Spiritual Essences. It can neutralize the yin energy of the Cold Marrow and accelerate the refining process, making it a superb aid.

With this Spirit Wine’s help, you should be able to succeed within half a month. And what’s more..."

With a flip of her wrist, a jade flask appeared in Nie Xiangjun’s palm. It was entirely crimson, with faint streams of light swirling within. She offered it to Chen Sheng.

"It tastes quite good, too. Try it."

"I can’t accept a reward I haven’t earned."

Chen Sheng shifted his gaze from the clearly extraordinary flask back to Nie Xiangjun’s face.

"It would be better if you explained your reasons first, Zhenren."

Seeing his response, Nie Xiangjun paused for a moment. Then, a surprisingly bright smile bloomed on her usually cold and aloof face, dispelling the serious atmosphere.

"Everything that happened in the hall before... that was mainly me, acting as an aunt, wanting to see for myself what kind of man might be marrying my nieces. It had nothing to do with the Nie Family.

I won’t hide it from you. The reason I’ve come is for you, Chen Sheng—the man himself."

Nie Xiangjun’s tone was candid.

"The Nie Family doesn’t care that you already have a beloved. As long as the position of official wife goes to a woman of the Nie Family, that is all that matters. Consider this flask of Primordial Yang Spirit Wine my personal compensation to you. You could even take it as... an apology.

Come back with me to the Nie Family shortly, and we will finalize the marriage contract. What do you say?"

"So direct?"

Chen Sheng raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised.