Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 14: Wandering Corpses
The 182nd day of the journey north.
Winter has arrived.
The cold wind was howling and snow was everywhere.
The dark cave was illuminated by the dancing flames, revealing the simple and irregular structure inside the cave, the small space, the jagged stalactites, and a human figure that appeared very large on the cave wall because it was very close to the light source.
The burning branches crackled from time to time, and the air was filled with the aroma of barbecue, but it was unexpectedly dry.
The firelight passed through Xiaoyao, who was munching on a roasted leg of meat, and she looked very satisfied.
But Wang Chen's face was solemn and he was a little panicked.
It’s not because it’s very difficult to find food in this snowy climate.
But about two months ago, he felt something changed in his body, as if something was growing inside him.
At first, he only felt a faint warmth, so faint that he almost thought it was an illusion. However, as time went on, the feeling began to climb up through every blood vessel in his body, and it was completely out of control.
Wang Chen instantly remembered the seed.
Originally, it saw the goat trying to swallow the seed in one gulp, so it swallowed it without hesitation.
But now I think about it, can humans eat whatever animals can eat?
It’s just like when we were children, after we swallowed watermelon seeds, the adults would always say with a serious face that a watermelon would grow in our stomach.
"If the seed takes root and sprouts in my body, will I become... a vegetable?"
Wang Chen's wild thoughts only lasted for five breaths before he stopped this meaningless behavior.
He couldn't be so cruel as to cut open the belly with a sharp machete and take out the seeds.
Since the facts cannot be changed, what is the point of thinking too much?
After getting rid of the associations with the shadow of his childhood, Wang Chen began to recite the morality that could be seen on the Tao Fruit in his body as usual.
More than two months had passed since he fell from the fairy mountain, and he didn't know how far he had walked.
All I know is that going north, there are many cultivators there, and it is likely that this is the outside world where people live.
For an ordinary hunter, walking into the mountains and jungles is a very dangerous thing, so he was very careful in his route and safely avoided many monsters that might be fatal to him.
When thirsty, they drink mountain spring water; when hungry, they eat wild fruits; they hunt and cook; even Xiaoyao seems to have gotten used to this kind of life.
And every day, he did not give up his futile practice according to the golden ball in his body.
For some things, how can you know the results if you don’t try?
"The Tao gave birth to one Qi, one Qi gave birth to form, and form contains the original Qi. Therefore, Heaven gave birth to water, and water is Ren water. Ren is the original Qi that gave birth to all living things..."
On the second day of the journey north, Wang Chen discovered that the light ball was covered with dense text. It didn't take long for him to understand that this was a description of the self-generated breath.
He even speculated that the Tongtian Road was originally intended to condense some kind of morality into fruit, allowing the cultivators who were destined to obtain it to gain enlightenment. However, because he had been sitting under the Tongtian Road, it was unable to condense any fruit, and instead became what it is now.
But it was obvious that this text would be looked down upon by him, and even by the high-level cultivators in the cultivation world. +
The general theory of cultivation in the world of cultivation is to draw the five elements of spiritual energy from the outside world, gold, wood, water, fire and earth, into the body to generate powerful internal energy. The effect of drawing energy into the body varies depending on the qualifications of the cultivator. The spirit beads that test qualifications are also based on this principle, sending the five elements of energy into the body of the person being tested, and then judging the qualifications by the degree of resonance.
People with good aptitude will retain the Five Elements to the greatest extent possible. Conversely, the worse the aptitude, the less Five Elements will be retained.
From this perspective, it is not a problem to say that Wang Chen does not have the qualifications to be a cultivator.
This kind of morality has no foundation and no external support. It is like water without a source and a tree without roots.
As his mind was immersed in it, the words slowly turned, gradually crisscrossing and moving back and forth, and a mysterious moving picture emerged.
He had been contemplating this animated picture for more than half a year, but every time he did it, he gained nothing except a red face and numb legs.
But today seemed a little different. There was an inexplicable force in my body that seemed to make the blood flow along with it, and at the same time, it was like something was trying to hatch and break out of its shell.
Wang Chen's heart moved, he did not dare to be negligent, and his mind calmed down.
Xiaoyao, who was full, felt a little bored. He looked around the cave for a long time and then floated back, only to see Wang Chen open his eyes. Then he fell backwards and his whole body fell on the soft fox fur coat, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
"I am qualified after all." Wang Chen murmured. At this moment, he felt like a dream.
Just now, he tried his best to condense his Qi according to the trajectory of the manifestation of Taoism. Gradually, a wisp of gray airflow emerged in the Qi sea in his Dantian.
The first stage on the path of becoming
"Even if this gray and dull aura is present, it still proves that I have the qualifications to be a cultivator."
As if the darkness in his heart was dispelled, Wang Chen circulated that trace of air with anxiety.
Only when his meridians felt numb did he fall on his back on the fox skin.
As soon as he closed his eyes, the fatigue of the past few days came flooding back. Wang Chen rubbed his face on the soft fox fur. He felt that in this cold weather with howling winds and in this simple cave, what more could he ask for?
On the 182nd day of the journey north, Wang Chen refined the first trace of breath.
Announcing the mistake of having that mark of unqualifiedness on one's body.
Being excited and satisfied does not lead to a deep sleep.
In the world of cultivation, with heavy snow blocking the mountains, the days are short and the nights are long. Even during the day, the sky and the earth are gloomy and it is difficult to tell the time.
After sleeping in a daze for a long time, Wang Chen suddenly heard a faint ringing sound coming from outside.
He suddenly opened his eyes.
The bonfire for warmth had long gone out, and smoke and dust had escaped through a ventilation hole left in the cave, making the cave cold and gloomy.
jingle......
After making sure that he had not heard wrongly, Wang Chen walked quietly to the cave entrance. Through the many rocks of different sizes that were used to cover the cave entrance, he could faintly hear a dark light coming from not far away.
Even if there is snow all around, a little light will be intensified by the white snow, but this little light is like a candle in the wind and may go out at any time.
Wang Chen went to the cave entrance and took out a piece of rock that was blocking the door.
Suddenly a cold wind blew in with a few tiny snowflakes.
Look out from the gap.
In the distance, there was a series of footprints of varying depths spreading over, and the heavy snow continued to fall, as if to cover up the traces of these footprints.
The cold wind mixed with large flakes of snow disrupted the vision. A staggering figure, tall but skinny like a mummy, wearing tattered clothes, was walking slowly in the wind and snow.
He held a green lamp in his hand, and as he walked, it made a subtle bell-like sound.
"Wandering corpse puppets. Low-level cultivators died in the extremely cold land. Because their true energy was not transformed, they were reborn as corpse puppets. When their true energy was exhausted, their spiritual consciousness was extinguished. They only wander out of the extremely cold land in the extremely cold climate. Tracking them to their nests has a high probability of obtaining the cultivator's relics. Opportunity strength: small."
"Zombies?" Wang Chen frowned.
"Relics of cultivators? Maybe there is something that can help me survive this winter."
Seeing that the corpse puppet was about to be submerged in the wind and snow, Wang Chen put on a fox fur coat, packed the barbecue grill and other daily necessities into his bag, then kicked away the rocks blocking the door and followed.
Ding-a-ling, ding-a-ling. The sound was faint, but strangely pleasant.
The corpse puppet seemed to be unable to sense Wang Chen hanging far behind it, and walked in the snow with one deep step and one shallow step.
His feet seemed to be frozen, and it was more like he was dragging his legs than walking. With every step he took, the figure's body twisted strangely.
Just like... a puppet?
