Although the sacred projection had departed, the understanding of the first profound mystery of Chaos True Body remained in Zhao Yu's heart.
The nine-layered Cultivation method of the first transformation of Chaos True Body was now deeply ingrained in his mind, ready for Cultivation at any time, and without any bottlenecks.
This pleasant surprise made Zhao Yu's heart tremble with excitement.
If not for his subconscious warning him, he would have probably summoned the system and shown off, just to see the system's frustrated reaction!
At the same time, Zhao Yu felt a slight annoyance—he should have exchanged for a combat technique first, even the worst one.
Currently, besides his physical quality being twice that of an ordinary person, he had no other means and still lacked the basic ability to protect himself.
If he had exchanged for a combat skill earlier, under the state of sacred possession, he would have surely understood it in an instant and quickly practiced it to the realm of returning to simplicity.
Even Chaos True Body was fully understood; how could a mere low-level combat technique be difficult?
This also made Zhao Yu truly realize another powerful use of the summoning saint token—it not only saves lives but also helps with Cultivation!
He had already made up his mind that he would absolutely not use the remaining two times unless it was absolutely necessary—and even if he had to use them, he would seize the right moment—for instance, when he encountered a bottleneck in Cultivation that he couldn't break through.
This was its true usage.
Just as Zhao Yu was feeling pleased, Tony finally arrived at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters.
This school was located just outside New York.
Professor Charles had long known of Tony's arrival, so he instructed Cyclops Scott to greet him at the gate.
Charles was a very contradictory person.
He prided himself on giving everything for Mutants, but in reality, his actions had deviated from the Mutant camp—he thought more for humans.
Yet, he still believed himself to be entirely correct.
And the other person opposite him, Magneto Erik, was another extreme.
One advocated compromise after compromise, while the other insisted on offense after offense.
If the two could unite and find a middle ground, perhaps the situation of Mutants would be much better than it was now.
Charles was puzzled by Tony's purpose; he was well aware that he was disliked by many—no one wanted all their secrets to be exposed nakedly under the gaze of others.
Therefore, he rarely went out.
Unless necessary, he would rather stay in this remote school for the rest of his life.
He believed that if there was no necessity, others would not want to see him either.
Moreover, for the sake of his so-called beliefs, he would hardly use his abilities to monitor any other person, even though it was easy for him.
Therefore, he did not know Tony's purpose—he did not rashly examine Tony's memories.
Even Professor Charles did not want to offend Tony.
Soon, Scott, wearing sunglasses, led a seemingly energetic but visibly weary Tony inside.
"Hey buddy," Tony said as he walked, his mouth never stopping, "Has no one ever told you that you're super cool? Your sunglasses are beautiful, really…"
Scott's face showed impatience.
He always maintained a sense of vigilance and disgust towards people like Tony, the wealthy or those in high society—in his opinion, the plight of Mutants was due to these people interfering, which prevented the Professor's dream from being realized.
"Professor, he's here," he said, casting a disdainful glance at Tony, who was being supported, then ignored him and turned to walk out.
"I apologize," Professor Charles said, a hint of apology on his weathered face, "Scott might not be in a good mood these past few days…"
"No need, no need." Tony sat down with the help of his bodyguard, a generous expression on his face. "I know, people, there are always a few days each month."
Charles was immediately dumbfounded.
He had long known that Tony, this prominent figure, was always unforgiving when he was in the right, and equally unforgiving when he was in the wrong, a character whose mouth was like a knife, and now he finally experienced it.
"Alright Mr. Stark, I'd like to know your intentions." He also didn't plan to beat around the bush with Tony.
Tony looked around, dismissed his bodyguards, and soon only the two of them remained in the room.
He organized his words, gesticulating with his hands: "I don't know how to begin… Just now, a very strange stranger came to my office and put a curse or some kind of sorcery on me.
That demon called it the Jin Gu Curse, Heaven knows what a terrible name that is!"
He said resentfully, "That person kept saying he wanted to be my master, God, Professor Charles, master!? You tell me, is there anyone in this World with such thick skin?"
Charles nodded understandingly.
"It's natural to be wary of strangers."
"Exactly!" Tony seemed to have found a confidant, complaining endlessly: "But that demon, seeing that I was unwilling, cast a spell on me.
I thought he was a swindler, but… Professor, you can tell by looking at me now."
He pointed to his nose: "Pain, pain from the depths of my soul.
I can clearly feel it now, in some corner of me, I am bound and suppressed by something! That demon said this is a kind of… right, immortal magic that directly acts on the soul! He said it was immortal magic, God, what the hell!"
He complained repeatedly: "You might not know, his purpose in finding me, in his words, was only two things: one was to have me provide him with a farm or ranch not exceeding one hundred acres, located near New York.
The second was actually valuing me?! I can't stand it! To suffer such pain just for a hundred-acre plot, and it's supposed to last forever, controlled by him! Professor, I thought of you! In this World, if anyone can help me, that person is only you!"
"Of course, I won't let you exert yourself for nothing, Professor." Tony guaranteed, "On the matter of the Mutant bill, perhaps I can speak a few words for you."
The Professor's brows furrowed slightly, accentuated by his shining bald head, the expression on his face very noticeable: "Using extraordinary power to control others is a despicable act that violates moral bottom lines and disregards free thought; it is unacceptable.
However, this person Mr. Stark speaks of, I may not know.
On this Planet, are there people who control souls?"
He looked up at Tony: "If Mr. Stark doesn't mind, I'd like to take a look first."
"Of course." Tony shrugged, feigning ease: "Otherwise, what would I be doing here?"
The Professor smiled, a flash of light in his eyes, and Tony immediately became dazed.
Professor Charles's expression started out relaxed, then gradually became serious, and later, sweat even began to bead on his smooth forehead!
His face also turned red!
His withered hands were clenched tightly, veins protruding, making it seem very difficult.
After an unknown period, Charles grunted, two streams of blood spurted from his nostrils, and then he suddenly opened his eyes!
At the same time, Tony trembled all over and also regained consciousness.
Seeing Charles's disheveled state, he couldn't help but slightly open his mouth, his heart sinking.
Charles wiped the blood from outside his nostrils, his eyes revealing extreme fatigue, and he said in a low voice: "I apologize Mr. Stark, I tried my best…"
Tony's face immediately turned pale.
...
Watching Tony stumble away, supported by his bodyguard, Professor Charles closed his eyes wearily.
"Professor, what's wrong?"
Jean, Ororo, Scott, Hank, and others surrounded him, their eyes filled with concern for the Professor.
Charles waved his hand lightly: "That playboy had a… curse placed deep within his soul; he's been controlled… He came to me, but I am powerless."
"Impossible!" Scott exclaimed loudly: "Professor, is there any curse placed on the mind that you cannot remove?"
"Not the mind." The Professor waved his hand: "It's the soul.
I can see the soul, but that curse is too profound; I cannot decipher it… When I tried my best to decipher it, I suffered a severe psychic backlash…"
As he spoke, he sighed: "In this World, another extremely dangerous and reckless person has appeared.
He is proficient in the power of the soul, and I cannot find him… Why is the fate of humanity always so full of suffering…"
After speaking, he turned his wheelchair and slowly left.
The group of people looked at his back and couldn't help but exchange glances.
...
Zhao Yu Cultivated peacefully for a night.
He believed in the Jin Gu Curse and the power of the sacred, so he had no worries at all.
That night, he officially stepped into the threshold of Cultivation—although it was his first time, it felt exceptionally familiar.
The things left by the sacred projection benefited him immensely.
The first transformation of Chaos True Body has nine layers of refining methods, in addition to a general outline.
This general outline is not text, nor is it a diagram, but a kind of Dao rhyme .
When comprehending this Dao Rhythm, the body will instinctively perform many movements that are difficult for ordinary people to sustain.
Through these Dao Rhythm-guided movements, the physical body is tempered from the inside out: bone marrow, blood, internal organs, tendons, muscles, and even the brain—no part is left out.
This is an all-encompassing tempering.
This is also the first step of the Chaos True Body refining method.
Only after being permeated and tempered by the Dao Rhythm of the general outline, laying a solid foundation, can one truly begin to cultivate the nine-layered refining methods.
Throughout the night, Zhao Yu was immersed in the Dao Rhythm of the general outline, and his small rented room became the place for him to temper the foundation of his physical body.
In the morning, after the ninth comprehension ended, he finally opened his eyes.
At this moment, he stood in the middle of the room in a posture of completing his Cultivation.
He didn't find it strange, even though last night, at the very beginning, he was in bed.
Summoning the system light screen, his gaze lingered on the basic attributes.
Physical Strength: 5
Soul Strength: 9
In just one night, his body had undergone earth-shattering changes!
Physical Strength increased from 2 to 5, more than doubling.
Especially Soul Strength—this was the legacy brought by sacred possession.
Under the state of sacred possession, comprehending the mysteries of the first transformation and nine refinements of Chaos True Body was equivalent to comprehending the Dao; thus, such an increase in Soul Strength was reasonable.
Moreover, Zhao Yu could clearly feel that this increase had not stopped.
Both Physical Strength and Soul Strength were slowly increasing; this had nothing to do with the Chaos True Body method, nor with sacred possession—this was an instinct of his physical body itself!
Previously, he couldn't easily perceive it, but after stepping into the door of Cultivation, he could feel the special nature of his physique!
Perhaps just eating and sleeping, sleeping and eating, like the legendary Western big-bellied lizard dragon, sleeping for a few hundred years, and then becoming invincible in the World.