Beast-Taming Cultivator from Two Realms

Chapter 4: Nine-Breath Chaos

Chen Beiwu flipped the plaque hanging on the cultivation room’s door, revealing the message “In Cultivation, Do Not Disturb,” and walked inside.

“Click!”

Seeing the door close, Iron Egg did not leave but instead lay alert near the entrance.

Inside the cultivation room, Chen Beiwu sat cross-legged on a mat, closed his eyes, held his breath, and focused his consciousness on his heart.

“Thump, thump, thump!”

As his heartbeat gradually quickened, Chen Beiwu’s figure instantly vanished from the room and entered an unknown space.

…

The Land of Chaos, ancient and unnamed, was a domain where heaven and earth had not yet separated, yin and yang not yet defined, with no sun, moon, or stars above, no grass or solid ground below, and all four directions filled with primordial formlessness.

It was not Chen Beiwu’s first time here, but every time he saw this chaotic scene, he could not help but feel awe.

‘Maybe Mom wasn’t exaggerating back then—perhaps the Huang Clan really did produce a cultivation giant who once dominated Sky Abyss Star in ancient times!’ Chen Beiwu thought inwardly.

This realm was called Nine-Breath Chaos, a Supreme Treasure passed down in the Huang Clan for generations, capable of revealing the fortune of all things.

As for why it had ended up in his hands, that was a long story.

Ten years ago, when Chen Beiwu gained spiritual awareness of heaven and earth and entered the First Level of Qi Refining, he meditated too long, and upon rising, his legs gave out, accidentally knocking over the ancestral statue of the Supreme True Southern God of Miluo worshipped by his mother’s side.

Fearing the statue might break, Chen Beiwu instinctively reached out to catch it.

But the statue tilted and fell heavily into his arms, with its Supreme True Seal directly stabbing into his heart.

Fortunately, Chen Beiwu had already succeeded in Qi Refining and protected his heart with spiritual energy in time, so he was unharmed, and the statue suffered no damage either.

But ever since that day, Chen Beiwu would dream of the Supreme True Southern God’s statue every night, where the statue continuously taught him a divine ability called Nine-Breath Inhalation.

Nine-Breath Inhalation: by merely inhaling and exhaling nine times, one could seize the fortunes of heaven and earth, cultivate one’s own destiny, and, with the aid of Nine-Breath Chaos, convert fate into triggered encounters.

Aware of how formidable this divine ability was, Chen Beiwu did not abandon its practice even though it was merely in dreams—after all, who in their youth didn’t dream of becoming destiny’s favored child?

However, Nine-Breath Inhalation was extremely difficult to cultivate; in the dream realm, Chen Beiwu spent five hundred years (equivalent to one month in reality) just to reach basic mastery.

It was upon successfully mastering the divine ability that his body was automatically transferred into Nine-Breath Chaos, receiving preliminary recognition from this Supreme Treasure.

“I wonder what level of cultivation is needed to fully unleash this treasure’s power,” Chen Beiwu muttered inwardly, gazing up at the towering Nine-Breath Chaos in the chaotic land.

“Buzz!”

As if in response, a ray of brilliance streaked across the chaos, devoid of sun and moon, and landed in his palm, emitting a faint seven-colored glow.

Seeing this, Chen Beiwu took a deep breath, suppressing his inner shock and delight.

He had never believed Nine-Breath Chaos was a legendary immortal artifact; after all, it didn’t even have an artifact spirit—likely a mystic artifact only wieldable by Nascent Soul cultivators, or a damaged soul-transforming artifact.

But today’s anomaly involving the Great Sun made Chen Beiwu realize that Nine-Breath Chaos was far from ordinary.

Wherever sunlight and rivers reached—those lands belonged to the Immortal Alliance!

Any being able to cultivate atop the Great Sun must be at least at the Soul Transformation Realm. For Nine-Breath Chaos to draw even a wisp of fate from such an entity—even if it weren’t an immortal artifact—it would still surpass all soul-transforming artifacts.

‘Jackpot!’

Chen Beiwu exhaled a turbid breath, trying to calm his excitement.

He couldn’t rush—his current power couldn’t bring out the treasure’s full potential. He still needed time to grow and study the effect of the seven-colored fate.

Over ten years, Chen Beiwu used the divine ability and the treasure to nurture dozens of strands of white fate (zero-grade), three strands of green fate (first-grade), two strands of blue fate (second-grade), and one strand of orange fate (third-grade?).

To determine what types of encounters these fates could trigger, he used Nine-Breath Chaos several times.

He discovered that white encounters were the most basic—at best, picking up a spirit stone or a discarded artifact. His best white encounter only got him the chance to transfer into Shouhe Elementary School.

Green encounters were slightly better; one led him to catch a bottle of first-grade exotic pills, which significantly boosted his Qi Refining.

Blue encounters triggered only twice—once enhancing the purity of his water and wood spiritual roots, and once leading him to Iron Egg, saving his father from certain death—tentatively categorized as Foundation Establishment-level encounters.

As for the orange fate he had accumulated over years, he used it a week ago.

And then today, during an exam, he encountered the anomaly in the Great Sun and nearly died—luckily, Nine-Breath Chaos protected his consciousness.

Because of this, he decided to tentatively classify orange fate as suspected third-grade, comparable to a Golden Core-level encounter, with its precise level to be tested next time.

Thinking of this, Chen Beiwu instinctively looked at the seven-colored fate in his palm and swallowed hard.

If he wasn’t mistaken, this seven-colored fate was far superior to orange fate, possibly the result of Nine-Breath Chaos actively intercepting the Great Sun’s fate.

It was only a strand, but the quality was incredibly high.

Chen Beiwu’s instincts told him this seven-colored fate surpassed orange by several levels and might trigger a once-in-a-millennium encounter.

‘Should I use it?’ Chen Beiwu furrowed his brows slightly.

Fate didn’t need to be gathered into strands to be used, but doing so maximized the encounter level.

After a moment’s hesitation, he decided to use it.

No need to worry about wasting it. There were still over three years until the Immortal Exams—he wouldn’t likely gather another seven-colored fate no matter how lucky he got.

A suitable Companion Beast was the foundation of a cultivator’s path to immortality, capable of opening the Path to Heavenly Immortality.

If this seven-colored fate turned into a special encounter letting him stumble upon a suitable Companion Beast and get accepted into the Thirteen Immortal Sects, then this fate wouldn’t be wasted—in fact, it’d be a massive gain.

Clearing his scattered thoughts, Chen Beiwu focused his will, activating the divine ability to connect his consciousness with Nine-Breath Chaos, quickly forming a miniature Fate Bell in front of him.

“Buzz!”

Sensing danger, the seven-colored glow in his palm trembled slightly and burst into brilliant light.

Chen Beiwu flicked his wrist, and the seven-colored glow immediately merged into the Fate Bell, transforming into a resplendent spirit fish.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

The panicked spirit fish swam wildly but couldn’t escape the Fate Bell’s confinement.

‘Such strong spirituality!’ Chen Beiwu’s eyes lit up with joy.

The orange spirit fish he summoned previously had been stiff and dull, not nearly this lively—it couldn’t even flee.

‘Excellent, the more spiritual the fish, the better the encounter it will trigger!’ Chen Beiwu touched the Fate Bell with his finger.

“Boooom…!”

As the loud and majestic bell sounded, the radiant spirit fish inside the Fate Bell turned into an unknown encounter and disappeared.

At the same time, Chen Beiwu’s face turned pale, his spiritual power drained instantly, and his body exited that realm.