Sleeping to Immortality: Getting Stronger One Nap at a Time!

Chapter 52 – Unexpected joy, Nine Revolutions Mystical Art was translated incorrectly

Listening to Guli's description, Chen Changsheng nodded and said, "It's indeed a good thing, but unfortunately, it's been lost to time."

"Since your methods can't deal with the Thunder Beast, why not try mine?"

"I see that the people of the Wu tribe have strong physiques, perfect for practicing body-refining cultivation techniques."

"Take these two techniques and use them first. Once your clan's strength has improved, we can plan further."

"Also, you might not understand the text I've written, but I've already explained it to Mun. You can ask her for details."

Receiving the two pieces of bark from Chen Changsheng, Clan Leader Guli could hardly contain his laughter. "Thank you, Divine Envoy. We will not disappoint your expectations."

With that, Guli left with the cultivation techniques.

After Guli left, Chen Changsheng didn't stay in the Wu tribe but instead found a secluded place to study the Nine Revolutions Mystical Art.

In the past, he didn't like cultivating because he didn't need to fight. But now, with war imminent, Chen Changsheng naturally had to "slightly" train himself.

...

"This doesn't make sense!"

"Why can't I master the Nine Revolutions Mystical Art?"

Chen Changsheng looked at the mystical art in his hands, puzzled.

Zuo Xinghe had long sent Chen Changsheng the translated version of the first half of the Nine Revolutions Mystical Art.

Based on the translated first half, Chen Changsheng deduced the full translation of the Nine Revolutions Mystical Art.

But after translating it, he still couldn't practice it.

As he flipped through the golden pages, Chen Changsheng pondered where he went wrong.

At this moment, Li approached, peeking curiously.

"Divine Envoy, what are you doing?"

Glancing at the simple-looking Li, Chen Changsheng replied indifferently, "Nothing much, just researching something. What do you need from me?"

Saying this, Chen Changsheng casually placed the golden page aside.

No one could understand the text on it, so Chen Changsheng wasn't worried about Li stealing it.

Hearing this, Li blushed and rubbed his hands, saying, "Divine Envoy, you're so powerful. I want to become your disciple."

"Don't even think about becoming my disciple. I never take students. The two techniques I gave to Clan Leader Guli are quite good."

"Train well, and your future achievements won't be low."

Seeing Chen Changsheng refuse him so bluntly, Li felt a bit disappointed.

However, just as Li was about to leave, he noticed the golden page beside Chen Changsheng and casually remarked, "The Divine Envoy is truly remarkable. This Eight-Nine Mystical Art sounds like a powerful technique."

"Wait!"

Li was just trying to ease the awkwardness with small talk, but Chen Changsheng was taken aback and stopped him.

"Divine Envoy, is there something else?"

"What did you just say about Eight-Nine?"

"Eight-Nine Mystical Art!"

Seeing Li confidently mention a name both unfamiliar and familiar, Chen Changsheng immediately picked up the golden page and asked, "Can you read the text on this?"

"What's there not to understand? Among the young people in the tribe, I know the most characters."

"I don't mean that. I mean, why do you recognize this writing?"

"Divine Envoy, what's wrong? This is the Wu tribe's script. Why wouldn't I recognize it?"

Hearing Li's response, Chen Changsheng was speechless. He hadn't expected things to be so coincidental.

He had indeed learned the Wu tribe's language, but only how to speak it from Mun, never having seen their script.

Moreover, although Chen Changsheng had encountered fragments of the Wu tribe's language in ancient texts, those texts only mentioned it as a distant language, recording some pronunciations.

Chen Changsheng had never seen the Wu tribe's script.

Thus, he subconsciously assumed the Wu tribe's language had no written form, just a spoken tradition.

Such situations weren't uncommon.

Thinking of this, Chen Changsheng's mouth twitched, and he beckoned, "Li, help me translate this text."

Seeing Chen Changsheng ask for his help, Li was naturally delighted.

In about fifteen minutes, Li translated all the text.

After hearing Li's translation, Chen Changsheng rolled his eyes dramatically.

The Nine Revolutions Mystical Art was the second strongest technique in the Xuanwu Nation, rarely mastered over thousands of years, and even when mastered, it wasn't as powerful as legend claimed.

Now Chen Changsheng finally understood why.

The ancestors of the Xuanwu Nation had mistranslated it from the start.

"Eight-Nine Mystical Art" had been translated as "Nine Revolutions Mystical Art," getting two out of four characters wrong. The rest of the text was even more erroneous.

After silently critiquing the Xuanwu Nation's ancestors, Chen Changsheng looked at Li and said, "Li, it seems you're destined for this opportunity."

"Since you translated the Eight-Nine Mystical Art, I'll pass this technique on to you."

Hearing this, Li immediately wanted to kneel and bow in gratitude.

But a surge of spiritual power stopped him.

"Don't rush. I'm passing you the technique because you have this opportunity, not because I'm taking you as a disciple."

"Also, after learning this Eight-Nine Mystical Art, you must not tell anyone, not even your clan."

"This technique's origins are too significant. If you reveal it carelessly, it might bring disaster to the Wu tribe."

Facing Chen Changsheng's warning, Li nodded solemnly, "Rest assured, Divine Envoy, I won't tell anyone."

"That's best. Also, stop calling me Divine Envoy. Call me sir."

"Yes, sir."

With that, Chen Changsheng began teaching Li some basic cultivation principles.

Though the Eight-Nine Mystical Art was excellent, it was a profound technique. Without a foundation in cultivation, Li couldn't practice it.

...

An hour passed, and Chen Changsheng had imparted some basic cultivation knowledge to Li.

"Alright, that's all for today's lesson."

"Make sure to familiarize yourself with it when you return."

"Li will remember."

After Li left, Chen Changsheng looked at the Eight-Nine Mystical Art in his hands.

"I thought it was just a body-refining technique, but it seems I was wrong."

"The greatest yin number is eight, the greatest yang number is nine. Multiplying eight and nine gives the greatest number in Daoism."

"Achieving nine revolutions, shedding all acquired yin, revealing innate true yang."

"Three souls unite, seven spirits merge with the body, the primordial spirit remains eternally united, the body indestructible through countless tribulations."

With that, Chen Changsheng's mouth curled into a wide grin.

This Eight-Nine Mystical Art was theoretically an immortality technique. Whether it could grant immortality was uncertain.

But its power was beyond Chen Changsheng's imagination.

This technique cultivated both internally and externally and recorded various incredible divine abilities.

Although Chen Changsheng currently only had one golden page, it was more valuable than everything else he possessed combined.

Chen Changsheng: "Golden Light of the Earth, Heaven and Earth Transformation, these names sound impressive. I've struck gold!"