Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1894  Talent vs Effort

It had to be remembered that Ailsa was a Feng Shui master and a Herbologist herself. The only reason that she couldn\'t deal with the situation herself was because she was stuck defending her Holy World. Also, even if she had, with her strength, she couldn\'t enter the Perfect Grade Holy World to begin with.

It could be said that Ryu was the only one that could do what he did.

Ryu slowly stood and walked to a nearby spring. He had had intentions of taking a bath, but he was shocked to find that his body was cleaner now than when he went to sleep.

He ended up scooping up a handful of water and taking a sip instead.

\'Interesting…\'

The water was pumping with qi. Just a single sip made him feel like he was walking on a cloud, and the small drop made him feel exceptionally hydrated.

Ryu ended up walking around the world almost aimlessly for a long while, and he concluded that Ailsa\'s understanding of Feng Shui was beyond his own by a good margin.

Of course, that wasn\'t just a function of time, but also the fact that Ryu basically never trained in his secondary professions, it was because everything came too naturally to him.

\'No… I wouldn\'t describe it like that…\'

Walking around the world with Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils was like a perpetual cycle of training. He could see through everything, and every aspect of nature was just begging to be an open book before him.

The reason things like Alchemy, Herbology, Feng Shui, and everything else seemed so easy, and even seemed like they just naturally progressed along with his cultivation level without any effort, was partly because… they did.

The world of cultivation was filled with a myriad of secrets. Just by passively observing them, you could gain a great deal of insights.

The way a flower formed a symbiotic relationship with a tree might give Ryu insight on how to concoct a pill that might have a nature completely dissimilar to either one of their affinities. And even stuff that Ryu didn\'t grasp the first time he thought about that symbiotic relationship, he just might grasp years later.

That was where the most important part of this came into play… the Origin Flame and Ryu\'s own natural memory.

He had a seemingly endless database of things in his mind that could give him inspiration because he simply never forgot anything he saw, anything he heard, anything he felt…

Yet, he still felt like his wife was beyond him. This was something that just passive talent couldn\'t match. He could see his wife\'s blood, sweat, and tears in every blade of grass.

The more Ryu walked around, the more somber he became. Eventually, he let out a sigh.

He had truly left her alone for too long.

How many beads of sweat had her efforts urged out? How many droplets of blood had she shed? How many times was her beautiful countenance hardened into an incorruptible determination?

Ryu came to a stop and raised a hand to a tree. He caressed the fuzzy skin of a peach-like fruit. He didn\'t pluck it, just enjoying its aroma from afar and the softness of its skin.

In the end, he took a seat beneath the tree and entered a deep state of meditation. He forgot about all things and took in the insights of this garden.

He lost himself to time, and by the time he woke up, he still didn\'t have the urge to stand. Instead, he entered his Inner World.

\'I truly don\'t put enough effort into my secondary professions. Maybe instead of obsessing about which of my three souls should take on which aspects of cultivation, I should just give them tasks that they are best at.

\'My Perfect Blackbody, with its patience, would be perfect for studying Secondary Professions… My Dao Heart, on the other hand, is obsessed with improving my cultivation.

\'As for me…\' Ryu chuckled.

That truly was the question… what about him? What did he want?

He wanted his wife to be free of worries. As for cultivation, how to approach it, what steps to take, he had never cared. All he cared about was reaching the pinnacle of all things. He had never fretted over exactly how he would do that… other than working hard, he made no other promises to himself.

But this version of himself also gave up too easily, expected too much from the world, and was far less mature than he wanted it to be. n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

\'No… cultivation must come from me, or else there is no point at all. Instead…\'

Ryu made a decision. His Perfect Blackbody would be assigned the task of solidifying his Secondary Professions, as for his Dao Heart…

Since it wanted to improve so much and so quickly, why not let it be focused on creating techniques? He suddenly had a bunch of insights, and it had also suddenly become far easier for him to create techniques, so why not benefit?

This way, both would be happy and he could find his own true way of cultivation.

Ryu\'s eyes cleared as he looked up into the skies of his Inner World.

With a tremble, his body split into three. They all looked toward one another with the same indifference and went to their own spaces without a word.

As for the true Ryu, since he couldn\'t see one wife, he might as well go to see another.