I Have A Cultivation World

Chapter 1620: Chapter 806 Choosing a Taoist Name_2

Chen Mobai thought to himself that now, as a Nascent Soul cultivator, many of his cultivation profession certifications were still stuck at Rank-2. This was somewhat unreasonable.

With the Guidance Book in hand, as long as he studied seriously, passing Rank-4 would be no trouble at all.

However, as for Rank-5 Talisman Maker, since the sect’s assessments were extraordinarily strict, he wasn’t sure whether he could pass.

On the other hand, for Rank-5 Artifact Refiner, due to the insights gained from “The Union of Differences,” Chen Mobai felt somewhat confident.

“Junior, now that you’ve formed your Nascent Soul, what cultivation title do you plan to use? Could it just be Mobai Superior?”

The last people Chen Mobai paid respects to were Hong Mengkui and Bian Jingchun. The latter, a skilled tea brewer, posed the question during their conversation.

In the sect, according to ancient tradition, Nascent Soul cultivators could adopt their own cultivation titles.

Once a title was decided, it would generally be used for one’s entire lifetime. In the future, all sorts of official documents from the sect would reference Nascent Soul Superior by their title. However, if one ascended to be one of the Three Hall Masters, their official position would take precedence, with the title secondary.

Some people simply used their name, but more often, individuals chose titles based on their cultivation techniques, heritage, or other influences to craft a suitable moniker.

“I do have one in mind, but I feel it’s somewhat unsuitable for the sect’s atmosphere.”

As Chen Mobai spoke, he took a sip of tea. It was fairly decent—a local Rank-3 Fengya Golden Needle from Crimson Mountain. After drinking, his vital essence felt slightly warmed, and his Essence Qi seemed more active.

But this was mainly because Chen Mobai’s Body Refining Technique had already reached Rank-4, so he only felt a mild warmth throughout his body.

Bian Jingchun, after drinking it, had her cheeks flush red, and her exposed neck, along with her snow-white skin, turned a shade of peach pink. It seemed the tea’s potency was too strong for someone who had only recently achieved Core Formation.

“What title? Share it with us, and we’ll help you consider! What’s so unsuitable about it?”

By comparison, Hong Mengkui only displayed a rosy complexion. Having perfected his Core Formation technique quite some time ago and locking his Essence, Qi, and Spirit with the Hugging Elixir Technique, he was able to process the tea’s effects without issue.

“I once used an online alias, ‘Blue Emperor,’ but in today’s social environment, titles with words like ‘Emperor’ might be hard for the public to accept.”

Chen Mobai had spent a long time agonizing over his cultivation title.

A simpler option—just using his name—didn’t quite align with his usual flamboyant style.

Chen Mobai felt that, within the sect, he needed a title that exuded grandeur—something that sounded incredibly imposing at first sight.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t be enough to showcase his brilliance as the greatest prodigy in the sect’s history.

“Blue Emperor” was what he deemed most fitting.

However, both Hong Mengkui and Bian Jingchun advised against it.

The reasons were exactly as Chen Mobai had imagined.

In the sect, the consciousness of the populace had awakened, and titles with imperial connotations naturally invited opposition and resentment from below.

“I do have a suggestion…”

After dismissing “Blue Emperor” as a viable name, Bian Jingchun suddenly spoke up.

“Let’s hear it, Senior Sister.”

Chen Mobai responded casually, though he didn’t hold out much hope.

Since his Nascent Soul formation, this issue had been on his mind. His daughter, Chen Xiaohei, having inherited his Primordial True Qi teachings, believed this divine skill would become his iconic ability in the future. As a result, she suggested using the name “Yi Yuan”—One-Origin—as his title.

To his surprise, Chen Mobai was quite fond of this suggestion.

After all, the title “Yi Yuan” held significant prestige in the Tianhe Realm, where it was used by an Ascended Monk.

If he adopted this title within the sect, it might even lend him an air of legitimacy, and maybe someday, he could cultivate to the realm of ascendance.

“Cultivation Title: Pure Yang. What do you think?”

After Bian Jingchun finished speaking, Chen Mobai and Hong Mengkui were both stunned.

In the sect’s long history, no Nascent Soul or God-Transcending cultivator had ever taken the title “Pure Yang.”

The Yuanyang Ancestor achieved enlightenment with the Pure Yang Scroll but, not being a proper member of the Dance Tool Dao Academy, opted for the title “Yuanyang” instead. This reflected his aspiration to create a new lineage centered on the Pure Yang Scroll.

After the Yuanyang Ancestor, though many cultivators formed their Nascent Souls using the Pure Yang Scroll, they all felt their talents fell short of the Yuanyang Ancestor’s. This made them reluctant to adopt the name “Pure Yang.”

But Chen Mobai was different!

As a cultivator from the Dance Tool Dao Academy, he was the rightful heir to Pure Yang orthodoxy.

Moreover, his achievement of forming a Nascent Soul at the age of eighty-nine already surpassed the Yuanyang Ancestor, crowning him the most talented individual in the sect’s history. He was more than worthy of the title “Pure Yang.”

Only Chen Mobai using “Pure Yang” as his cultivation title would avoid criticism from the sect. In fact, it might inspire admiration for his vast ambition and commanding aura that surpasses those of his predecessors.

The sect’s brightest star deserved to shine in arrogance!

“Pure Yang!”

Chen Mobai mumbled the name twice, his eyes growing brighter, feeling the title suited him immensely.

“Thank you, Senior Sister Bian. I’ll go back and think it over carefully.”

However, he didn’t decide immediately—after all, once he chose a title, it would be with him for life.

After saying goodbye to Bian Jingchun and Hong Mengkui, Chen Mobai made a call to Che Yucheng to discuss the matter.

“Consider a few more options, ask for feedback from those around you. But honestly, you really are qualified to use the name Pure Yang.”

Hearing Che Yucheng’s input made Chen Mobai even more inclined toward the choice.

Returning to Yu Wood City, he brought up the matter with Shi Wanyu and her daughter, seeking their opinions.

“Dad, I still think ‘Yi Yuan’ sounds better and suits you more.”

But Chen Xiaohei remained steadfast in her perspective. Having cultivated One-Origin Primordial Qi for nearly twenty years, she found it increasingly profound and unfathomable. She believed this divine skill would one day make Chen Mobai shine throughout history, leaving an eternal legacy within the sect’s annals.