Section Forty-Six: At Two Years Old, the Innate Divine Body Is Complete!
In order to ensure his foremost protector could live longer, Lin Qiye climbed onto the bed, standing behind the old emperor. His small hands pressed gently onto the emperor’s back.
“Seventeenth, what are you doing? Are you worried about your father?”
Lin Qiye didn’t answer. From his palms, strands of innate true energy began to flow, entering the emperor’s body.
Innate true energy was a mysterious power possessed only by infants, symbolizing the vitality at the dawn of all things, the awakening spring breeze and morning sun.
These threads of energy seeped into the crisscrossing centipede scars, which instinctively tried to resist, writhing furiously in protest. Yet the innate energy was far too domineering, erasing the scars at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The centipede scars gradually faded and thinned. Of course, they only became fainter and finer; to eradicate them completely, innate energy would need to be administered over time.
After all, the emperor’s wounds were severe, and Lin Qiye, barely a month old, couldn’t channel hundreds of strands in one go.
Nevertheless, the old emperor felt his body had improved dozens of times over! Those centipede scars, once rooted deep within his organs and impossible to remove, now had their tendrils severed. They could no longer sap his life force.
“Hoo—”
The emperor couldn’t help but let out a long breath, relaxing as if a great burden had been lifted.
“Seventeenth, stop now, don’t tire yourself out. Father is already much better!”
He knew when to stop. Lin Qiye nodded, wiping sweat from his forehead.
Truthfully, for a child one month old—even if his body had matured to that of a one-year-old—healing with innate energy was still taxing. But it didn’t matter; a nap would restore him.
Thus, Lin Qiye lay back on the bed and drifted peacefully to sleep.
Watching Lin Qiye fall into deep slumber from exhaustion, the old emperor’s face showed a touched expression. Deep within his eyes was a complex emotion—pity, worry, and a proud joy at glimpsing a peerless prodigy.
He tucked Lin Qiye in, fetched a towel, and gently wiped the sweat from his brow.
“My child, your father will use all his power to protect you until you come of age. I will command the greatest ministers of Great Qin to assist you. When your throne is secure, your father and Old Cao will burn the last of our strength, exchanging our lives for wounds, forcing the Wolf Clan’s young lord to recuperate for ten years, buying you precious time.”
So the emperor vowed silently in his heart, gazing at Lin Qiye’s chubby, adorable face for a while, feeling greatly uplifted as he strode out of the Water Palace with unprecedented ease.
...
Over the next month, Lin Qiye’s innate energy surged rapidly, reaching twelve thousand six hundred strands!
Such a terrifying pace left Lin Qiye astounded.
“I must admit, ‘Dao Canon Technique’ is truly heaven-defying! In a world lacking spiritual energy, it can still forge an innate divine body. Now, with spiritual energy abundant, I rise with the wind and soar nine thousand miles.”
Lin Qiye was quite pleased, never expecting the ‘Dao Canon Technique’ to be so powerful—a pleasant surprise!
Its miraculous effects also made his plan to heal the emperor go even smoother.
In two months, Lin Qiye transferred nearly 900 strands of innate energy to the emperor, equivalent to bestowing the pure essence of a hundred ‘infant souls.’
As a result, the centipede scars on the emperor’s body vanished completely, as if melted away.
Indeed, the emperor’s wounds were literally dissolved, including half the hidden ailments within his organs—such was the heaven-defying power of 900 strands of innate energy!
Even the emperor, a half-step Nascent Soul powerhouse, was left speechless.
“Seventeenth, your foundation is indeed divine! Cough, cough...”
He spat out several clots of stagnant blood, his complexion several times rosier.
“I feel all the stasis has been cleared! My body, once like decayed wood, has been revitalized! My strength is restored—at eighty percent of my peak!”
The emperor’s eyes brimmed with seasoned delight.
Previously, his body felt weighed down by mountains; meridians blocked, vessels hardened, spiritual energy flow interrupted by injuries, and any forced movement brought excruciating pain.
Yet under Seventeenth’s treatment, his organs were unobstructed, the tiniest vessels pulsing with energy, every cell reborn.
He felt light as air!
The emperor laughed heartily. If he hadn’t experienced it himself, he would never believe a two-month-old child could cure his myriad wounds.
Such a wondrous foundation surpassed mere genius—it was monstrous, almost divine!
At this moment, the emperor’s resolve to support Lin Qiye’s ascension to the throne was firmer than ever.
Seventeenth was the future of the Great Qin Empire!
...
At that thought, the emperor placed his hand on Lin Qiye’s shoulder, his gaze filled with admiration, joy, and great expectations.
One day, Seventeenth might not only suppress the Wolf Clan’s young lord, but match him evenly!
“Thank you, Seventeenth, rest well!”
Lin Qiye nodded, knowing that once the emperor was healed, his own position would be more secure, and his safety assured.
So Lin Qiye lay back and slept peacefully.
Indeed, under the emperor’s protection, Lin Qiye passed his third month unscathed.
On the first day of his third month, Lin Qiye awoke to the sound of the Destiny Lamp’s prompt in his mind.
[Heaven-defying fate alteration successful: Three months. From birth, you displayed miraculous talent. The emperor values you immensely. The palace maid who plotted against you was executed. You have no disabilities, but instead thrive. You receive 20,000 Movement Points, totaling 660,000 Movement Points.]
“Twenty thousand points awarded directly? The higher the realm, the richer the rewards! Looks like this journey, if all high-difficulty events are completed, will bring a great profit.”
Lin Qiye was delighted, his heart filled with the joy of harvest.
After washing and exercising, then breakfast, the emperor arrived for another treatment.
By now, the emperor not only sought healing, but enjoyed the warmth of family. Here, he felt truly at ease, free from the intrigue and coldness of the royal household.
He sat before Lin Qiye, who stood behind him, channeling another hundred strands of innate energy into his body.
The emperor’s hidden wounds were finally eradicated!
He felt utterly refreshed.
“It’s done! All healed! Thank you, Seventeenth!”
A few hot tears welled up in his weathered eyes.
He reached to pat Lin Qiye’s head, only to find he couldn’t reach.
Only then did he realize—at three months old, Lin Qiye already had the height of a four-year-old child, standing a full meter and ten centimeters tall.
The emperor raised his brows in astonishment.
“You’re growing so fast...”
He examined Lin Qiye, then noticed a dazzling, radiant glow at the child’s chest, so bright it nearly dazzled him.
The emperor was dumbfounded.
“Well, you little monster!”
Lin Qiye smiled.
“Next month, my foundation will undergo a transformation.”
The emperor was surprised yet again.
“It’s already so extraordinary, and it can still transform?”
Now, the emperor was truly overjoyed, rubbing Lin Qiye’s head and chubby cheeks with delight.
As expected, in the fourth month, Lin Qiye’s innate energy surpassed thirty thousand strands.
Thirty thousand strands surged into his spine, condensing a crystal-clear, divine spine, as though a dragon lay dormant within it—utterly astonishing!
At the same time, innate energy began to be generated automatically from this divine spine, roughly two hundred strands a day.
Combined with active or passive cultivation of the ‘Dao Canon Technique,’ Lin Qiye could gather five hundred strands daily—fifteen thousand a month!
In just two years, he would be able to fully form the innate divine body.
“Wonderful...”
Lin Qiye felt clear-minded and invigorated.
He had not only condensed the divine spine, but his body transformation had reached eight percent of the Dragon-Elephant Form.
With this, Lin Qiye’s physical strength alone could defeat a cultivator of the fifth level of Qi Refining.
No longer was he a powerless child!
Still, Lin Qiye did not become complacent.
For in this world, cultivators abounded. The emperor himself possessed half-step Nascent Soul cultivation; the Wolf Clan’s heavenly king was also a half-step Nascent Soul, and their young lord seemed poised to break through.
Ten golden-grade Great Realm Walkers lurked in the shadows.
Thus, Lin Qiye kept his composure, continuing to train in the Dao Canon Technique within the Cloud Palace, tempering his divine bones and storing power for future cultivation.
He firmly believed that once he formed the innate divine body and awakened the Nine-Colored Divine Thunder Physique, even golden-grade Great Realm Walkers would be subdued by him.
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In the fifth month, seeing Lin Qiye’s intelligence, the emperor began teaching him to recognize words.
In just one day, Lin Qiye mastered the common script, leaving the emperor embarrassed—he had underestimated Seventeenth’s wisdom!
The next day, the emperor brought historical texts for Lin Qiye to read. Upon finishing, the emperor quizzed him, and Lin Qiye responded fluently, offering unique insights and even engaging in logical debate.
The emperor’s eyes were full of surprise, no longer seeing Lin Qiye as a child but as a true interlocutor.
“Seventeenth, my Great Qin faces internal and external threats. To the north, the Wolf Clan eyes the mountain passes, massing millions of troops ready to invade at any moment.
Within, six sects with a two-thousand-year heritage have become like feudal kings, their influence formidable. I dare not act against them lightly, but must even request their aid.
How would you resolve such a situation?”
The emperor’s face was troubled.
“I’ve long wanted to solve this problem. But within the six sects, there may be more than one half-step Nascent Soul ancestor!
They refuse to fight for humanity, but will fiercely defend their own interests.
Worse yet... not only do they refuse to help, they exploit the situation for profit, committing countless atrocities and earning the people’s resentment!
If left unchecked, they become a poison to Great Qin; if confronted, the empire will fall. What should be done?”
He sighed deeply.
Upon his accession, the six sects were already uncontrollable. He had waged a campaign against them, only to find them unimaginably strong, forcing him to withdraw gracefully.
Since then, the sects had grown ever more audacious, leaving the emperor deeply troubled.
Upon hearing the question, Lin Qiye’s eyes gleamed with thought.
“I recall in the original timeline, the chaos within the sects led to Great Qin’s downfall, the barbarians breaching the imperial city...”
A scene of utter tragedy: the soldiers on the front lines fought bravely, shedding blood and tears, while the sects in the rear, driven by greed, disrupted the empire’s foundation.
Not only did they fail to help, but actively sabotaged, rendering the soldiers’ sacrifices meaningless, while the sects feasted on the spoils.
The vision filled Lin Qiye’s eyes with cold light.
He thought of the simplest solution, but refrained from speaking it, instead smiling in silence.
Seeing this, the emperor assumed Lin Qiye was stumped, gently patting his cheek.
“It’s all right if you can’t figure it out. I myself am helpless. For now, the plan is to let the six sects balance each other.
Balance is a tool of imperial power—use it wisely.”
Lin Qiye nodded, though he had his own countermeasure in mind.
His answer was a single word: kill.
In this world, there was no problem a single blade couldn’t solve; if not, then two blades.
As the saying goes, the one with the strongest army is emperor—wherever iron hooves charge, truth follows.
No intrigue or scheme could rival brute force. As long as the blade was sharp enough, who would dare defy him?
Could the sects’ necks withstand his blade?
Of course, such murderous thoughts were not fit for a five-month-old child to express.
So Lin Qiye remained silent, brushing off the issue.
For the time being, Lin Qiye continued to cultivate the Dao Canon Technique in Consort Ning’s palace.
Spring faded, autumn arrived, days and months slipped by.
In the blink of an eye, Lin Qiye had been alive for two years.
His height had soared to a meter and a half.
At this moment—the innate divine body was fully formed!
Lin Qiye’s flesh became flawless and pristine, crystal clear and immaculate.
His bones were as fine as jade, gleaming with divine light—a perfect physique for cultivation!
Not far away, the emperor’s left eyelid twitched with uncontainable joy.
“Well, so this is the final form of a divine foundation?”
“From birth until now, in just two years, it’s been refined several times!”
“With my son possessing such a foundation, even the Wolf Clan’s young lord will lose sleep!”
The emperor laughed heartily.
Old Jiuniansui, observing in secret, also smiled.
Yet Lin Qiye remained calm and composed.
His body was still immature, not yet in its ultimate form.
Once he matured to fourteen years old, he would activate his kingly mode!
“Just four more years, and I’ll reach fourteen... then, my reign will begin!”
As he spoke, the corners of Lin Qiye’s lips curved into a restrained smile.