Volume 1 Lin Yuan Chapter 17 Half a Year
Deep in the white clouds, a beautiful green peak rose up, and the spiritual energy turned into mist, lingering faintly. In the lush forest, a majestic bird rose up, danced in the clouds, and then fell into the mountain.
There is an ancient temple on the top of the mountain. Time, like the sands of the Ganges, has brought it imperceptible wear and tear and light weathering, which are the footprints of years.
The Five Wonders transformed into five-colored brilliant lights, and arrived at lightning speed, landing in front of the astonishingly magnificent door of the hall, and were silhouetted as a tiny human figure, which pushed the door open and walked in.
His eyes were cloudy, like those of an old man who was about to die.
On both sides of the hall stood several young people, both men and women, with powerful auras.
"Wu Jue, you are late."
Wu Jue looked over and saw that the person who spoke was about 20 years old, leaning against a stone pillar with his arms folded. He was tall and thin, wearing a short shirt, and had a pair of upturned phoenix eyes. He didn't even shy away from looking him in the eye.
The Five Supremes recognized him as Bai Zixiao, a core disciple of the Wusheng Sword Sect, the third-ranked sect in the cultivation world, and who was said to have eaten the speed-related Taoist fruit.
Although the Wusheng Sword Sect is classified as an orthodox sect, Bai Zixiao acts erratically. When he unleashes his close-combat sword tactics, he is extremely powerful, and countless talented young men of the same orthodox sect have died at his hands. Once a sect asked the Wusheng Sword Sect for an explanation, but the matter was left unresolved.
"How many Dao Fruits did you get, Five Absolutes?"
The person who spoke had a rough voice, was over two meters tall, had a sturdy build, was wearing a white cloak with a tiger-patterned undershirt, and had wild facial features.
Wu Jue's turbid eyes flickered slightly.
Lei Xinggang, a core disciple of the Holy Beast Sect, the fifth-ranked sect in the cultivation world, has tasted the Dao Fruit of the Tyrant System. His physical body has become the strongest among the young people in the cultivation world. He can compete with magical weapons with his bare hands.
"Hehe." Wu Jue chuckled and turned his gaze to scan the young geniuses with defiant expressions here one by one.
Red Lotus Holy Fire Sect, Shui Yun Yao.
Lianxing Sect, Yuehexuan.
Tianshumen, Jiang Tianjing...all of them have brilliant talents, strong backgrounds and the capital to dominate the world with pride.
After taking the Dao Fruit, he even had the ability to compete with the older generation of practitioners.
"But have these young people, who are so famous in the younger generation of the cultivation world, forgotten the principle of respecting their elders?"
His eyes flashed with a gleam, and his turbid gaze suddenly swirled with five-colored light, sweeping across the geniuses present.
Time seemed to stand still for a moment, and then a drop of water fell into the world in everyone's eyes, causing ripples, just like a gust of sharp sword wind blowing.
In the eyes of everyone, a sword lotus suddenly blossomed under Wu Jue's body. He straightened his slightly hunched back, and five sword energies of green, red, white, yellow and black suddenly burst out. Five hands suddenly grew behind him, and the five immortal swords were held in each of his hands at some point in time.
The overwhelming pressure seemed to shatter them into pieces by the sword energy.
No one can leave!
The one closest to the Five Supreme Beings was Bai Zixiao. With a look of shock in his eyes, he turned into a ghostly afterimage and instantly moved away from the Five Supreme Beings. Holding the Wusheng Sword in his hand, he looked at the slightly hunched figure with a look of shock.
Just now, he saw the tragic scene of his limbs being separated from his body.
Lei Xinggang disappeared from the spot, and at some point he was clinging to the dome of the hall like a cat, looking down vigilantly.
Shui Yunyao flew up to the sky with her red hair fluttering in the wind.
Everyone has disappeared to their original positions, looking at the Five Supremes warily.
Still wearing the long gown and linen clothes, he walked forward without looking impressive.
It was as if everything that happened just now was an illusion and nothing happened.
Without even glancing at the geniuses present, Wu Jue lowered his eyelids, and with every step he took here, his thoughts were inevitably churning.
There is no wall at the end of the hall, only a twisted space with light shining through it, refracting irregularly and creating a bizarre scene.
The Five Supremes walked forward and stood still. With a wave of their hands, four Dao Fruits floated in the air, merged into the space, and finally turned into golden light.
These Dao fruits are golden in color, with densely packed light patterns flowing inside the fruit, as if countless words are contained within. Outside the fruit are spiritual patterns wrapped around the body. They look similar at first glance, but if you look closely, the shapes of the spiritual patterns are different, and the numbers are even more different. Among the four Dao fruits, three have nine spiritual patterns.
The spiritual patterns of the Dao Fruit represent the power of the Dao contained within. A Dao Fruit with six spiritual patterns can change the life of a cultivator, and a Dao Fruit with nine spiritual patterns is enough to create a powerful master.
However, when they saw the number of Dao fruits clearly, someone uttered a hoarse voice.
"There's still one missing..." Panic spread between these words.
In the silence, a little golden light shone through the distorted space, sacred and otherworldly, as if piercing through the mortal world and reaching the sky.
Then a figure covered in golden light emerged, illuminating the hall.
But it reflected the faces of a group of arrogant geniuses who suddenly turned pale.
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The sky is about to fall, and the first people to be affected are the tall ones , such as Li Tiannan and the Five Supremes.
Wang Chen thought so and had no sense of crisis at all.
He had only two goals: to stay alive and to shatter the void.
On the 387th day of the northward journey, winter has passed and spring has arrived, and the summer solstice is approaching.
With a piece of rag as his pillow, Wang Chen soaked in the hot spring, his head tilted upwards but he stared blankly at the cave ceiling covered with stalactites.
Even at the summer solstice, it is not hot. This deep abyss that can give birth to corpses is extremely cold all year round, with only two subtle differences between being abnormally cold and very cold.
In half a year, Wang Chen absorbed the spiritual power from the spirit stones, cultivated to the fourth level of Qi Condensation, and opened up the Sea of God.
This is a cultivation speed comparable to that of the top geniuses in the cultivation world, who have been nurtured by natural treasures and the true energy of high-level cultivators since their mother's womb.
From then on, he was able to communicate with Xiaoyao through his spiritual consciousness.
You can clearly see the meridians and qi sea in your body.
He understood more clearly that the seed he swallowed had now turned into a slender sapling in his Qi Sea, with branches extending in his Qi Sea like blood vessels. Hanging on the trunk was a crystal-white fruit like a spirit stone. Whenever he circulated the true power commonly known in the cultivation world, the fruit would spread the true power to his limbs and bones.
The scene is very strange, and cultivation is indeed wonderful.
In addition, he practiced all the jade slips in his hands that contained various techniques related to Buddhism, Taoism, Demonism, etc., and also made up for the basic knowledge of cultivation.
At the beginning, Xiaoyao covered her mouth with her hands and laughed with her eyes curved, waiting to see Wang Chen's joke of wasting his efforts by practicing different sects' skills at the same time.
You should know the techniques of different sects. Although there is a general term for the different auras in the practitioner's body after practicing Qi Refining called true power, the way the true power operates in different sects is completely different.
Take Taoism and Buddhism for example. Taoism focuses on drawing spiritual energy into the body to feel the creation of heaven and earth, while Buddhism focuses on embracing the origin and returning to oneness, closing the acupoints throughout the body to comprehend oneself. These are two contradictory ways of practice. Once they are practiced together, the result will be that neither of them will make any progress.
However, what almost drove Xiaoyao crazy was that she didn't expect that Wang Chen had actually mastered most , and later he even mastered several spells that required the third level of Qi Condensation.
It left her stunned.
Of course, he didn't know that Wang Chen could directly absorb the spiritual power from the spirit stone.
It is generally acknowledged in the cultivation world that spirit stones cannot be used directly for cultivation. Although they contain spiritual power, they also contain other energies, which are very complex and difficult for cultivators to absorb directly. It is like a mouthful of rice for ordinary people, half of which is sand or even iron filings. Naturally, it cannot be eaten directly. Otherwise, wouldn't cultivation become the one who has more spirit stones, who will be stronger? Therefore, Wang Chen was very surprised and a little frightened that he could absorb the spiritual power of spirit stones like eating and drinking water.
He vaguely felt that his path of cultivation by devouring spirit stones was different from the cultivation methods in the world of cultivation, because cultivation should not be so easy, and easy things often bring a series of side effects, such as an unstable foundation, and encountering bottlenecks and being unable to make any progress.
But since he had no choice, he simply stopped thinking about it and just practiced desperately. He read the basic classics of practice again and again, practiced the basic techniques again and again, and verified them with each other to prevent possible side effects. His almost crazy practice method frightened Xiaoyao.
Finally, the spirit stones were used up, and he had chosen to leave today a month ago.
I feel inexplicably disappointed.
"Wang Chen, come and see!"
Outside the cave, Xiaoyao suddenly shouted, interrupting Wang Chen's thoughts, and there was panic in her voice.
Wang Chen opened his eyes and walked out of the hot spring. He put on his clothes, put away all the storage rings, leaving only one on his hand, and walked out of the cave.
The cold wind blew in my face and the temperature outside the cave dropped suddenly, which made me feel refreshed.
The small medicine floated over all of a sudden.
"Look at Shi Zhixuan..." Her voice was tearful.
Shi Zhixuan, one of the corpse puppets left under the cliff. He was the most competent sparring corpse puppet for Wang Chen during his training in the canyon, and the name was naturally given by him.
Not far away, the corpse puppet named Shi Zhixuan by Wang Chen fell to the ground. After finally getting up, he fell down again with a thud.
It repeated this process over and over again, struggling, its eyes glowing green.
"Its corpse qi is about to dissipate..." Wang Chen sighed. He had seen this scene many times.
There were more than one corpse puppets that did not die in the last infighting. For example, the corpse puppets named King Jinlun and Xiongba also looked like this before they passed away.
Xiaoyao's eyes turned red and tears welled up in her eyes.
In the past six months, she felt bored with the monotonous life and would float out to talk to the corpse puppets. Watching them move around aimlessly, she couldn't help but develop some emotions.
“If he hadn’t practiced with me, he would have continued walking here for decades.” Wang Chen murmured.
After staring at the corpse puppet for a while, he suddenly had an idea and reached out to take out the corpse pill with three spiritual patterns and walked towards the corpse puppet.
"Shi Zhixuan has been my sparring partner for so long, and his cultivation is the highest among these corpse puppets, so pushed it into Shi Zhixuan's mouth.
Xiaoyao looked at Wang Chen blankly and wanted to shout: "That corpse pill is really valuable!" But she couldn't say it.
The entrance of corpse pill.
Shi Zhixuan's eyes suddenly burst into green light, and he stood up like a corpse. He opened his dry mouth several times, as if he wanted to make some sound.
But his vocal cords were dry, and he couldn't even make the simplest scream. His fighting instinct made him rush forward with his fists raised, but Wang Chen had already retreated far away.
He stood there in a daze, only to see Wang Chen waving his hand and saying, "Shi Zhixuan, if you gain spiritual wisdom in the future, don't forget Pang Ban and his group of brothers. Farewell, I hope you won't be discovered and killed by other cultivators."
As soon as he finished speaking, a line of text appeared in front of Wang Chen.
"Low-level corpse puppet. A low-level cultivator died in an extremely cold place. Because his true energy was not transformed, he was reborn as a corpse puppet. When his true energy was exhausted, his spiritual consciousness was extinguished. Now by chance, he is reborn with a simple mind. He can practice and evolve. If he is subdued, he can become an assistant. Opportunity strength: small."
"Can opportunities be created by myself?" Wang Chen pondered under the gaze of the corpse puppet's dry eyes, and vaguely felt that he had grasped something.
He and Shi Zhixuan had practiced sparring for the longest time, but there had never been any hint that he could subdue the evolution.
After thinking for a moment, he came to a rough conclusion.
Opportunities between heaven and earth are like isolated islands in the ocean. If you choose the wrong direction, you will miss it when the ship sails past. But if you choose the right path, you will get the opportunity, and there may even be greater gains behind the opportunity.
For example, if I take Shi Zhixuan away and train him well, he might turn into a Flying Yaksha and become a great help.
Of course, he didn't want to show off with a corpse puppet in the city.
In addition to having no experience in raising corpses, it is hard to say whether such arrogant behavior will anger the righteous practitioners who come to slay demons and eliminate evil.
"No wonder I always feel like I can see opportunities, but opportunities seem to be avoiding me. It seems like I need to take the initiative to do something when something happens."
After figuring this out, Wang Chen used his hands and feet to climb up the cliff. His movements were very agile, and with the support of his true energy, he climbed effortlessly.
Behind him, a corpse in a tattered monk's robe raised its head and watched him with empty eyes as he climbed up and disappeared into the mist on the cliff.
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Climbing a mountain is a boring thing, but it is a different story if you gaze at the sky above and move towards a new life.
Wang Chen felt in a good mood. Every time he climbed, it seemed like he was one step closer to breaking through the void.
I had no idea how long I had been climbing. The cold canyon air currents were no longer noticeable, and all that remained was increasingly fresh air and slightly moist rocks. Looking up, the strip of blue sky between the two walls was so tempting.
Grabbing a protruding rock, he clasped his hands together and pushed hard to climb up, but was stunned.
I saw that this rock was quite wide, shaped like an inverted human nose, almost as big as a large bed, and at this moment there was a person lying on this large bed.
A dead person.
He lay on the rock with his eyes open, looking at the blue sky calmly, as if his most beloved woman was in that sky.
If it weren't for the broken bones, the whole person was in a weird and twisted position that was absolutely impossible for a living person to make. Wang Chen even thought that this senior from somewhere was lying in a quiet and deserted place, watching the white clouds in the sky.
