Rebirth of Bi Gan: A Male Student Traverses the “Investiture of God”

Ever since refining pure salt, Zhang Hao's status in the palace had risen, but he harbored a grander ambition in his heart—to cultivate. He recalled that in the modern cultivation novels he had read, cultivation was the path to power and immortality. Yet, despite his efforts, he could never sense any internal energy, a fact that left him feeling utterly defeated.

Zhang Hao sat in his study, several ancient books spread out before him. These books recorded various cultivation methods and techniques. He followed the descriptions, attempting to adjust his breathing and focus his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not touch the mysterious and internal energy.

"Am I truly without the talent for cultivation?" A seed of doubt began to sprout in Zhang Hao's heart.

Just as he was about to give up, a clear voice sounded outside his door: "Minister Bi Gan, may I come in?"

Zhang Hao looked up to see a young boy standing at the entrance, his eyes revealing a depth beyond his years.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Zhang Hao asked.

The boy entered the study, his gaze sweeping over the ancient texts before settling on Zhang Hao's face: "I've heard that Minister Bi Gan is cultivating, and I think perhaps I can assist you."

Zhang Hao felt intrigued by the boy; he sensed that he was no ordinary child, but he remained cautious: "Why would you help me?"

The boy offered a faint smile, his expression tinged with mystery: "Because I see that you are not meant to stay in the shallows; your destiny is greater than you can imagine."

The boy sat down in Zhang Hao's study and began to explain the basic principles of cultivation, how to sense and mobilize internal energy.

"The path of cultivation lies in the mind. If the mind is not calm, the energy will not gather," the boy's voice was calm yet forceful.

Following the boy's guidance, Zhang Hao began to empty his thoughts, feeling his breath and heartbeat. Gradually, he sensed a subtle change, as if a faint flow of energy was moving within him.

"How did you do that?" Zhang Hao asked in amazement.

The boy only smiled mysteriously: "I've opened a door for you; the rest of the journey must be walked by you alone."

With the boy's help, Zhang Hao finally felt the threshold of cultivation. Although it was just a small improvement, it was a significant breakthrough for him.

Over time, Zhang Hao's cultivation progressed slowly but steadily under the boy's guidance. He began to sense more internal energy, and though he was far from being a true cultivator, it was enough to excite him.

"Brother Bi Gan, you seem different lately," Gu's clan noticed the change in Zhang Hao during one of their walks.

Zhang Hao also noticed that his once frail body seemed to have changed, becoming a bit more robust.

Zhang Hao smiled, not revealing the boy's involvement, simply saying: "I'm just trying out some new things."

Gu's clan's gaze was filled with trust and support, her voice soft yet firm: "No matter what you do, I will support you." These words were like the warm spring sun, warming Zhang Hao's heart.

A warm current surged in Zhang Hao's heart. Lost in the moment, he unconsciously squeezed Gu's clan's hands tightly. Gu's clan felt the warmth in Zhang Hao's palms, her cheeks flushing with a faint blush, her heart racing. She shyly lowered her head, her long eyelashes quivering like butterfly wings in a gentle breeze.

Zhang Hao noticed Gu's clan's shyness. He gently released her hands and tenderly lifted her chin, meeting her gaze with his own. His eyes were filled with tenderness and encouragement, as if to tell her that she need not be shy, for her courage and support were his most precious treasures.

Gu's clan's heart pounded like a drum, feeling an unprecedented tension and anticipation. She lightly bit her lower lip, then mustered her courage, raising her hand to gently pat Zhang Hao's shoulder, trying to ease the tension between them. Her palm was soft and warm, each pat conveying silent encouragement and trust.

Zhang Hao felt Gu's clan's encouragement, a grateful smile playing on his lips. He knew that no matter how difficult the road ahead, as long as Gu's clan was by his side, he had the courage and strength to move forward.

Suddenly, Gu's clan realized her actions might be too intimate. Her face turned even redder, like an overripe apple. She quickly withdrew her hand, turned, and hurriedly ran away. Her figure quickly disappeared down the corridor, leaving behind a faint fragrance in the air.

Zhang Hao looked in the direction Gu's clan had run, his heart filled with complex emotions. He knew her shyness and sudden departure were expressions of her innocent nature. He smiled, vowing to protect this gentle yet strong woman. Zhang Hao knew he was not alone; he had Gu's clan and the mysterious boy.

In his spare time from cultivation, Zhang Hao began to observe the mysterious boy. He noticed the boy seemed to know everything about the palace, and his eyes always carried a maturity beyond his years.

"Who are you really?" Zhang Hao finally couldn't help but ask.

The boy looked up, a profound depth flashing in his eyes: "Who I am is not important. What matters is that I can help you."

Zhang Hao knew the boy must have his secrets, but he also understood that everyone has their secrets. Moreover, the boy's true identity and strength remained an enigma, and Zhang Hao dared not act rashly.