Chunibyo in Cultivation World

After Li Tianwei conveyed his words to the System, he did not receive the slightest response from the usually talkative entity for a long time.

As for why the System had not replied—because it was tired.

Truly tired.

Especially when it saw Li Tianwei’s Five-Colored, faintly glimmering False Spiritual Root, it fell into an even deeper silence.

Over this period of time, the System had been completely dumbfounded by Li Tianwei’s actions.

He had violated nearly every fundamental principle of cultivation—yet somehow, nothing had gone wrong.

The System had originally planned to wait until the hundredth day; if Li Tianwei failed to reach Foundation Establishment by then, it would have a good talk with him, so he could understand his own talent and limitations.

But as the hundredth day approached, the System was full of anticipation.

It wanted to see how pitifully its host would beg it for help.

Yet, in the final ten days—Li Tianwei erupted once again.

And this time, the eruption was so astonishing that the System’s calculations could no longer keep up.

Ninety days of accumulation, only to break through Foundation Establishment in one fell swoop?

False Spiritual Root.

Hundred-Day Foundation.

Those two phrases made sense on their own—but when combined, the System could hardly imagine that a human could actually achieve it.

At this moment, even the System began to doubt itself.

【Could it be... could it be that my host truly possesses a Heavenly Root?】

With that thought, the System scanned Li Tianwei several more times—full-body scans, detailed scans, all kinds of scans...

Yet the result was always the same—this host was completely and utterly trash in terms of cultivation aptitude.

Forget about Foundation Establishment; even being able to step into the path of cultivation within a hundred days was already miraculous to the extreme.

And yet—he had actually built his Foundation.

【Am I broken?】

The System could not help but doubt itself, too lost in confusion to even think of replying to Li Tianwei.

“Sure enough, my aptitude is so great that even the System can’t comprehend it. It’s gone completely silent.”

Seeing the System unresponsive, Li Tianwei sighed lightly and slowly rose to his feet.

Feeling the surging spiritual energy coursing through his body, Li Tianwei sensed that with a single thought, he could obliterate the objects before him.

Unable to resist, Li Tianwei waved his hand.

The surrounding spiritual energy surged in response, streams of brilliant light swirling around him.

In the next instant, Li Tianwei’s entire body ascended, half-floating in midair.

Flight—something mortals dreamed of, the ultimate pursuit of humanity—was now something Li Tianwei could achieve with but a thought.

Excellent.

Perfect.

In Li Tianwei’s heart, this was the first step on his path of immortality.

The next would be to suppress the current era and dominate eternity itself.

Having read countless novels, Li Tianwei was confident he was no less than any of their protagonists.

“Heaven did not give birth to me, Li Tianwei—thus the Immortal Dao shall remain shrouded in eternal night.”

He could not help but recite passionately, though inwardly feeling a twinge of regret—if only the author of Fenghuo Xi Zhuhou had not written those words years before him, this line would have surely become his own legendary saying.

“Good. Good…”

Just then, a voice echoed in the air.

A figure bearing a longsword on his back, dressed in a yin-yang Daoist robe, appeared above him.

Li Tianwei slowly raised his gaze and looked toward Bai Muxu, then clasped his hands respectfully.

“Master.”

Although Li Tianwei was exceedingly self-assured, he still understood the basics of courtesy.

Even if he considered himself extraordinary, Bai Muxu had imparted him the Dao, answered his questions, and accepted him as a disciple.

Respect was only proper.

“What you just said was indeed a bit arrogant,” Bai Muxu said as he gently descended, “but with your talent, you do possess that qualification.”

Landing before Li Tianwei, Bai Muxu extended his Divine Sense to probe him.

“Foundation Establishment Realm. Exactly one hundred days. You’ve formed an innate body; your Dao Foundation has been established. Your path to the Great Dao is now open.”

Bai Muxu nodded in satisfaction at the sight.

“This is all due to Master’s guidance. Without your teachings, I could never have stepped upon the path of cultivation.”

Li Tianwei was no fool—seeing Bai Muxu’s pleased demeanor, he immediately flattered him, seizing the chance to maintain favor.

Bai Muxu grew even more satisfied at Li Tianwei’s humility.

“In that case, as your teacher, I shall impart to you a technique.”

“Your Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation Method has been established. Next, you must stabilize your realm, cultivate arts and spells. The Golden Core Realm lies ahead.”

“When you cultivated earlier, I noticed the manifestation of Five-Elemental Visions. It seems your path is tied to the Five Elements. I possess a technique named Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art—it should suit you well.”

With a light wave of his hand, a manual appeared in Bai Muxu’s grasp.

The moment the manual emerged, the surrounding spiritual energy surged toward it.

Though it was merely a book, it emanated a powerful pressure, with the essence of the Five Elements swirling around it.

Li Tianwei’s eyes lit up immediately.

Clearly, this was no ordinary manual.

Though Bai Muxu had given him many treasures when he first entered cultivation, most were basic or auxiliary—nothing like this.

This Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art was evidently different.

“I obtained this from an ancient Immortal Ruin long ago,” Bai Muxu explained.

“However, as I had already found a technique suitable for my own path, I did not choose to retrain in it.”

“This technique allows one to comprehend the Heavenly Intent through the Dao of the Five Elements, condensing a pocket dimension within the body to gather spiritual essence endlessly. It can be cultivated all the way to ascension. Each Dao comprehension multiplies one’s combat strength severalfold beyond peers of the same realm.”

“It is a technique meant for battling across realms. However, it requires not only exceptional aptitude but also surpassing enlightenment; without both, it’s nearly impossible to condense all Five Intents.”

“Even my Skywave Sword Art is slightly inferior to it.”

Having laid out its nature, Bai Muxu patiently awaited Li Tianwei’s choice.

Upon hearing that it demanded supreme aptitude and comprehension, Li Tianwei’s eyes shone.

Wasn’t this technique tailor-made for him?

He possessed a Heavenly Root and had even modified the Heaven-Origin Dao Foundation Method to fit his own path upon first stepping into cultivation.

The two together—this technique was simply born for him.

“I’ll take this Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art.”

Li Tianwei chose without hesitation.

Seeing his decisiveness, Bai Muxu nodded approvingly.

“Good. Though it demands both aptitude and insight, and progress will be slow for those who rely on mere talent, once achieved, it grants spiritual power five times that of ordinary methods.”

“I believe you can master it.”

Bai Muxu handed the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art to him.

The moment Li Tianwei took it, he suddenly heard a voice.

“Damn it! Damn it! How could he just give me away like this? I’m a Celestial Art!”

“What the hell? Isn’t this guy a False Spiritual Root? That Primordial Spiritual Root bastard actually gave me to a False Spiritual Root?”

Hearing the voice, Li Tianwei frowned and looked up at Bai Muxu, then at the manual in his hand.

He quickly realized—the voice came from within the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art.

Seeing Li Tianwei’s expression, Bai Muxu understood that he had heard it.

“You must have heard its voice, right? Celestial Arts possess spirit. If I’m not mistaken, it should be a Celestial Art.”

“For it to fall into your hands is perhaps its best destiny.”

“Celestial Art?”

Li Tianwei muttered to himself, though inwardly he scoffed.

After all, this so-called Celestial Art had just called him a False Spiritual Root—no different from his System, blind and ignorant.

Still, Bai Muxu had said it—there was no reason to reject it.

“Thank you, Master. I didn’t expect a cultivation art could actually possess spirit.”

Hearing Li Tianwei’s genuine tone, Bai Muxu continued taking out items.

“These are general compendiums of spells, and here are some magical treasures and protective artifacts as well.”

“Since you’ve completed the Hundred-Day Foundation, you are now my very first disciple.”

Bai Muxu stored the items into a spatial ring and handed it to Li Tianwei.

Naturally, Li Tianwei did not refuse.

Upon probing it, he saw piles of treasures—radiant with celestial light—far exceeding what Bai Muxu had given before.

Even the spirit stones were stacked into dozens of small mountains.

Who knew how long they would last him in cultivation?

At that moment, Li Tianwei felt not the slightest hint of disdain toward Bai Muxu, hastily offering his gratitude again.

“Many thanks, Master.”

“From here on, stabilize your cultivation, refine your heart, and gather your intent. Strive to enter the Five Intentions Converge to Heaven Art as soon as possible.”

Bai Muxu, seeing Li Tianwei accept everything, gave his final instructions.

At last, Li Tianwei listened with full seriousness.