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Chapter 92 Finally Achieving Innate Status
Chapter 93 Finally Achieving Innate Status
[Start Simulation]
[Year One. You begin to try to nurture that faint wisp of energy. You know it's not true energy, at least not yet.]
It is more like a condensation of essence that naturally overflows from the body honed to perfection.
You didn't rush to activate it, but rather, like nurturing a seedling, you guided the lingering effects of your Qi and blood circulation little by little towards your Dantian. It was very slow, so slow that you could barely feel the change. But you knew it was growing—that tiny point of light was slightly brighter than last year.
Song Shen felt uneasy.
Because he doesn't have any real innate martial arts, or rather, none of the existing practitioners of Hunyuan Gong have ever refined their blood and bone marrow to a reddish-gold color.
Having accumulated a century of teaching experience, Song Shen harbored great ambitions.
At this moment, he doesn't need to rely on others; he can deduce his own innate path entirely on his own. Although this is not the most efficient method, it allows him to embark on a true path to ultimate strength right now.
Although, this is not easy.
He used his inner vision technique to observe the faint light, which resembled a firefly suspended in the darkness.
He "watched" it, without being impatient or agitated.
But the strain of that year left Song Shen nearly exhausted.
Song Shen took out the lingzhi mushroom, which was almost the color of frost and snow, and put it in his mouth.
Chewing, along with saliva, travels down the esophagus into the abdominal cavity.
If a pharmacist saw this, he would probably curse Song Shen for wasting his breath. Such a rare medicinal herb should be put into the best cauldron and carefully simmered to extract its medicinal essence.
However, everyone has their own expertise, and Song Shen did not know how to concoct medicine.
But he will eat it.
Or rather, Song Shen himself was an excellent vessel.
The Primordial Undying Golden Body is composed of the five elements, with Qi and blood as vast as the sea, meridians as refined steel, and internal organs as molten glass.
The moment the medicine enters the stomach, it doesn't passively wait for digestion, but is actively guided by the body. Then, the fascia trembles, drawing the medicine from the stomach outwards. The meridians expand, making way for the surging essence. The internal organs resonate, like a furnace fire rising, burning away all impurities in the medicine. The golden substance deep in the bone marrow glows slightly, like a dry sponge, greedily absorbing the purified essence.
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The medicinal power exploded and burned within Song Shen's body.
The essence surges like magma to the limbs and bones, is captured by the fascia, transported by the meridians, purified by the internal organs, and stored in the bone marrow.
The golden aura in his dantian, like a hungry snake, pounced on the essence that had been shaken out from the depths of his bones and swallowed it whole.
My whole body felt hot, like a volcanic eruption.
"Let's continue!"
[Seventh year. You keenly discovered a pattern: every time your body suffers an external impact, whether you actively train yourself or are passively subjected to force, that wisp of energy will become "active" for a while.]
At first, you didn't understand this strange change. You observed and pondered repeatedly, finally figuring out the reason. Your body is like a piece of refined steel, repeatedly forged. The essence accumulated through elixirs, mountain treasures, and daily diet wasn't all consumed; a considerable portion was stored deep within your muscles and bones, like oil seeping into cotton. External forces impacting your muscles and bones cause the vibrations to shake out this deeply hidden oil, allowing it to circulate within your meridians. And your golden true energy, like a hungry person smelling the aroma of food, instinctively rushes forward, absorbing all this free-floating essence. External forces cannot generate true energy, but they can release the fuel needed for true energy.
"No, this isn't right, is it?"
Song Shen was utterly astonished; he had never heard of any innate expert cultivating true qi in this way.
This made him wonder if his simulation had gone astray and gone down the wrong path. If that were the case, then all the time he had spent on the simulation would have been wasted.
It's even worse than skipping stones.
Sometimes, making a mistake is more costly than wasting time.
However, I have already decided to go my own way, and there is no turning back now.
After all, this is golden true energy; who else could possess such true energy?
"Keep going!"
In the eleventh year, the sensation of Qi finally transformed from a "spot of light" into a "wisp of Qi." Extremely fine and faint, it resembled a golden spider silk suspended in the center of the dantian. It was no longer still, but began to tremble slightly with your breath, as if responding to something. You tried to guide it with your mind, but it didn't move. You tried to propel it with your Qi and blood, but it didn't move. You tried to squeeze it with fascia contraction, but it still didn't move. It had its own will, or more precisely, its own "rhythm." You could only wait, only watch, only follow its rhythm.
Song Shen sat cross-legged in the cave, his eyes slightly closed.
The golden spider silk in his dantian stretched and contracted with his breath, like a transparent jellyfish slowly swimming in the deep sea.
He tried to "move" it with his mind, but it didn't budge. He tried to "push" it with his blood and qi, but it remained unchanged.
"So stubborn—"
This was truly the first time Song Shen had encountered such a unique type of internal energy.
Taking out the large blood ginseng, Song Shen opened his sharp teeth and began to chew it.
The ginseng rootlets snapped between my teeth, splattering out juice that carried the earthy smell and the sweetness of herbs.
Like a wild beast that eats raw meat and drinks blood, it's not that it doesn't know how to appreciate taste, but that it doesn't need it.
His body was the best vessel.
The ginseng syrup slid down the esophagus into the stomach.
The medicinal power exploded, causing the internal organs to expand like wild beasts, instantly devouring and absorbing the torrent of pure medicinal power.
Refined in an instant!
[In the sixteenth year, you finally waited. One day, without warning, that golden thread of energy moved. It slowly drifted out from your dantian, ascending along a meridian path you had never been aware of. That path wasn't a meridian route recorded in any cultivation method—it was thinner, deeper, like an underground river deep within your body. Wherever the energy thread passed, the meridians were illuminated. Not just unblocked, but opened up—it opened up a completely new channel within your body, a channel exclusively for the circulation of golden true energy.]
There were no signs, no transition.
Like the first clap of thunder in spring, it exploded without warning.
Suddenly, the golden energy threads in his dantian stirred, like a snake that had just awakened, slowly emerging from the dantian and swimming upwards along an unfamiliar path.
Wherever the path passes, the meridians light up inch by inch, like illuminated light strips.
Song Shen's breathing suddenly became rapid.
Not because of pain, but because of shock.
"This is unbelievable!"
You can even feel your body being "rewritten".
Those hidden passages that were never touched in the course of cultivation, those "dark rivers" hidden deep within the flesh and blood, are being opened one by one by this tiny wisp of air.
Consciousness followed the path of the Qi, passing through the perineum, Mingmen, Jiaji, and Yuzhen, all the way upward, finally pausing slightly in the Niwan Palace.
Then, the Qi flows back down along the Ren meridian and returns to the Dantian.
One week.
Song Shen opened his eyes, his eyes slightly moist.
He knew that the door had finally opened a crack.
He ultimately smashed open the path to innate talent.
[In the twenty-first year, the first meridian was opened. Qi flowed from the dantian, through the perineum, past the mingmen point, up the spine, through the zhen point, into the niwan point, then down the Ren meridian back to the dantian. One cycle. For the first time, you experienced what "true qi circulation" felt like—not the scorching heat of surging blood, not the fierce power of bursting forth, but a warm, long, inexhaustible feeling of "being alive." Your body was no longer just a machine of flesh and blood; it began to possess "spirit."]
As the moonlight shone down, Song Shen could even feel the weight of the moonlight on his skin.
This is not actual weight, but rather an extremely subtle fluctuation of energy.
The wind blows from outside the mountains, carrying the scents of grass and trees, the scent of earth, and the scent of distant streams.
His body was no longer a wall separating the inside from the outside, but a net, a sieve. The spiritual energy between heaven and earth seeped in through every pore, was captured by the meridians, transformed by the dantian, and absorbed by the qi threads.
He suddenly understood the true meaning of returning to one's original nature after birth.
It's not just about becoming stronger, but about becoming more insightful and transparent.
It connects with heaven and earth, with all things, and with oneself.
He closed his eyes and let his inner energy circulate slowly throughout the body.
The thought that he had finally touched the true threshold of the Innate Realm made Song Shen hum softly.
[In the twenty-ninth year, the True Qi circulation system has established a stable circuit. The Qi threads in your dantian are no longer a single strand, but rather like small bundles of golden threads, intertwined and slowly rotating. You begin to try to integrate the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed from the outside world into it. At first, it is difficult; the spiritual energy and your golden True Qi are like oil and water, incompatible. You try again and again, failing time and time again. Each failure becomes an accumulation of experience, and you increasingly understand the difference between the two types of Qi: the spiritual energy belongs to others, while the golden True Qi is your own. To merge them, you cannot forcefully suppress them; you must tame them.]
[In the thirty-seventh year, you found the method. Instead of "stuffing" spiritual energy into golden true energy, you used golden true energy to envelop the spiritual energy, like nurturing a pearl in an oyster, allowing the spiritual energy to slowly assimilate under the gentle nourishment of the golden true energy. It was very slow, so slow that only a barely perceptible trace could be refined each year. But little by little, after ten years, the golden true energy in your dantian had noticeably thickened, and its color had changed from pale gold to true gold, like molten gold slowly flowing.]
The changes in the dantian were like a silent miracle.
That wisp of golden true energy was no longer the thin spider silk it once was, but a small bundle of flowing molten gold, slowly rotating in the dantian, thick, hot, and full of vitality.
The spiritual energy contained within is like a cocoon sealed in amber. Under the long-term nurturing of the golden true energy, it gradually loses its original "wildness," begins to turn golden, and begins to resonate with the true energy.
Song Shen knew that this was the most foolish method, but also the safest.
It takes a clam several years to cultivate a pearl, and he takes ten years to refine a trace of spiritual energy.
But it was worth it.
Looking at the golden molten gold in his dantian, he suddenly felt that these past thousand years had passed faster than ever before. When you focus on one thing, time is no longer time, but a piece of clay that can be shaped.
[In the forty-fifth year, the true energy began to nourish the physical body. Under the nurturing influence of the true energy, the five elements—fascia, bones, internal organs, marrow, and blood—underwent another qualitative transformation. The fascia transformed from steel wire into a stringed instrument, capable of transmitting explosive power far exceeding anything seen before with a slight tremor. The bones transformed from refined steel into crystal, translucent yet indestructible. The resonance of the internal organs was no longer merely the convergence of the five energies, but began to evolve towards the transformation of the five organs into spirit. The color of the blood changed from pure gold to dark gold, thick as mercury, emitting a deep rumble as it flowed through the meridians.]
[In the fifty-fourth year, the circulation of true qi no longer requires your deliberate guidance. It has become an instinct of the body, like a heartbeat, like breathing, like the flow of blood.]
It operates while you walk, it operates while you sleep, and it continues to operate even while you fight, sometimes faster and more intensely. Your body no longer "consumes" true qi to maintain its operation; instead, it produces true qi to nourish the dantian. You become a self-sufficient closed loop—requiring no external spiritual energy or elixirs; as long as you are alive, true qi is continuously generated.
With a swift movement, Song Shen unleashed a palm strike from a distance, but the qi he had envisioned still failed to leave his body and materialize.
However, the true energy now flows naturally in the meridians without his guidance, just like the heart beats naturally without his command.
Suddenly I realized that all those fifty-plus years of arduous practice had actually amounted to just one thing:
Let cultivation become living.
Just as an infant in the womb doesn't need to consciously breathe, its blood naturally flows throughout its body; just as a tree doesn't need to consciously grow, its rings are naturally nourished by sunlight and rain. His body has already learned how to cultivate itself.
The dantian is the heart, the meridians are the blood vessels, and the true qi is the blood – a living, self-consistent, and never-ending system.
"Could this be considered a divine martial art tailored specifically for me?"
A solid 60 years, starting from scratch step by step.
Clumsy, but determined.
Thinking of this, he took out a Blood Spirit Grass, swallowed it, and continued the simulation.
[After sixty-five years of practice, you've reached a bottleneck. It's not that your true energy isn't strong enough, but rather that you vaguely sense something missing from this wisp of golden true energy that originates from your physical body. It's too pure, so pure that it lacks any attributes, any bias.]
It is neither too hard nor too soft, neither too cold nor too hot, neither too fast nor too slow. It is like a piece of uncut jade. While uncut jade is certainly precious, without polishing, it will never truly shine. You know, you need a guide, an external...
[Carrying the aura of some kind of law of heaven and earth, to unleash the true potential of golden true energy]
[After seventy-eight years, you left the mountain and began wandering the mountains. Not to search for treasure, not to kill, but to feel. You felt the surging demonic energy in the mountains—a black, corrosive aura. You felt the overflowing spiritual energy in the earth's veins—a yellowish-brown, heavy, and solid earth energy.]
You feel the ethereal, verdant energy of the forest, a vibrant, life-giving force of nature. Each energy has its own scent, its own frequency, its own laws. Your golden energy does not resonate with any particular energy, nor does it reject any. It is like a mirror, quietly reflecting them without taking or rejecting, neither welcoming nor refusing.
Walking alone, a solitary figure seeks answers.
Is this what shackles are?
Song Shen had a sudden realization.
The real constraint is this barrier between the human body and the mother of heaven and earth. Only by completely breaking it can one harness the power of heaven and earth for one's own use.
Man follows the earth, and the earth follows heaven; this is the true path to enlightenment through martial arts.
All warriors who entered the Qitian realm did not receive an epic-level upgrade.
[Eighty-nine years have passed. Deep in the mountains, you discovered a fissure in the earth's veins. Emerging from this fissure was not ordinary spiritual energy, but an aura you had never felt before—it wasn't any of the Five Elements, yet it seemed to contain everything of them. It was like the underlying color of heaven and earth, like the source of all things. At this moment, your golden true energy took action once more. It was no longer passively observing, but began to slowly rotate, as if responding to some kind of call. You know, this is the guiding light you've been waiting for.]
The fissure in the earth's veins is hidden in the crevice between two mountain peaks, and it is impossible to find without careful observation.
You stand at the edge of the crack, looking down into an unfathomable abyss, with only a cloud of milky white light slowly rising from it.
The "Hai" is neither spiritual energy nor demonic energy, but something you've never felt before. It! It is color, or rather, it contains all colors; it has no smell, or rather, it contains all smells; it has no temperature, or rather, it contains all temperatures. It is like the underlying color of heaven and earth, like the source of all things. The golden true energy in your dantian trembled violently at this moment—not a passive reflection, but an active response. It was excited, it was calling out. Take a deep breath, sit cross-legged beside the crack—that's it!
[Ninety-five years of power. You sit beside the fissure in the earth's veins, allowing the golden true energy to slowly merge with the primordial energy surging within the earth's veins.]
It's not absorption, not refinement, but a dialogue. Your true energy is asking a question, and the primordial energy is answering. Between this question and answer, the quality of your true energy begins to change. It is no longer merely pure, but begins to possess a kind of ineffable, indescribable law inherent in heaven and earth itself. Your true energy transforms from ordinary gold to Dao gold—no longer possessing the luster of metal, but a gold that transcends material form, bordering on the mystical.
Ninety years have passed, and I still can't understand what the true heaven is?
Song Shen felt a sudden realization dawning on him.
Integration is not absorption.
He couldn't absorb the primordial energy; it was too vast and too deep for his body to contain.
He can only communicate through conversation.
Let the true energy and the original energy resonate with each other, reflecting each other like mirrors placed side by side, reflecting and merging with each other.
The true energy is asking: Who am I?
The primordial energy answers: You are a part of heaven and earth.
The true energy asked again: Where am I going?
The primordial energy replies again: Go where you are meant to go.
Between the questions and answers, the texture of the true energy began to change.
The "purity" of the Hai type is no longer the paleness of individuality, but a profound, deep purity imbued with the laws of heaven and earth. Mortal gold fades, Dao gold appears. It is not the luster of metal, but a gold that transcends material form, almost mystical. Song Shen closed his eyes, a calm smile playing on his lips.
He knew that happiness, the moment of true transformation, was about to arrive.
The most precious mountain treasures in the treasure were swallowed by Song Shen in one gulp, completely melting away like snow on a mountain, turning into nourishment for his body.
[One hundred and five years have passed. The vortex of Qi in the dantian has finally undergone its most exquisite transformation. It is no longer just a swirling mass of true Qi, but a nascent form of a "Golden Elixir"—not a true Golden Elixir, but something of a higher realm—but its form has changed from a vortex to a Qi core. Golden, solid, like a miniature star, it hangs in the center of the dantian, slowly rotating. With each rotation, it draws newly generated true Qi into the core, compresses, purifies, and then expels it. The expelled true Qi is no longer thread-like, but liquid, a liquid true Qi as heavy as mercury, producing a clear, metallic sound as it flows through the meridians.]
[You have poured out the result of a century of arduous pursuit, elevating it from the foundation of Chao Yuan Gong and giving it a completely new name.]
[Tianchao Yuanzhen Jie. Minor Success 10%]
The 105th year has passed completely.
When I opened my eyes, it was still late autumn in Feilong Mountain. Only a few hours had passed in front of me, and the night outside was not even smiling.
The golden energy core in the dantian slowly rotated, like a miniature star, pumping liquid true energy throughout the body.
Breathing in and out, the invisible power of heaven and earth enters the body, merging with one's own qi and blood. The highly concentrated essence, within the powerful and precise Chao Yuan Undying Golden Body, is refined into pure golden true qi by the golden blood fire essence medicine as a guide and the red gold marrow mercury firewood as a raging fire.
It's being compressed and purified.
Within the supreme cauldron of the indestructible golden body, this not-so-large amount of true energy underwent another change—
What flows through the meridians is no longer "qi" but "fluid," heavy, hot, and full of vitality. When it flows through each meridian, it makes a clear sound like metal striking stone, as if the body is singing.
He stood up, his bones humming clearly, not from breaking, but from resonance.
He raised his hand, his fist clenched, and the golden light of true energy flowed between his palms, swirling and pure, exuding a fierce and murderous aura.
As the tyrant ruthlessly attacked, Song Shen's mind stirred. He really wanted to see how powerful his condensed golden true energy was.
Wu Wu clenched his fist and struck out from a distance.
The rich life essence was instantly ignited, refining essence into qi. Golden true qi surged from the dantian, and blood and qi merged into true qi. The power of heaven and earth absorbed surged through the body like a mountain collapsing or a tsunami, circulating rapidly in every movement and infusing it into the iron fist.
Golden fist imprints erupted from his body, resounding throughout his limbs and bones, exuding an overwhelming and awe-inspiring aura.
On the side wall of the mountain, there is a huge pit.
Stones tumbled to the ground with a rustling sound, and the entire mountainside seemed to tremble.
He flexed his wrists, and the golden energy core in his dantian spun slightly faster, full of confidence.
Break through limits, transcend constraints, and attain great freedom and ease.
An unprecedentedly powerful feeling surged through his heart.
"One hundred and five years —"
He muttered to himself, his tone as flat as if he were talking about what he ate that day, "I should probably forget about going for a walk."
Before he could finish speaking, Song Shen vanished into the mountains in a flash.
There was no whooshing sound of robes tearing through the air, no tinkling of toes on the ground, only a pale golden afterimage flashing through the forest, and in the blink of an eye, Song Shen was a hundred feet away.
The day has passed.
Rain began to fall again in Feilong Mountain, and in the sky, a hawk cut through the rain curtain, uttering a sharp cry.
After days of arduous trekking through the mountains, even these martial arts masters who had undergone marrow cleansing and body tempering were exhausted.
The surrounding area was filled with towering, dark blue mountains, ancient trees that blocked out the sky, and countless demonic beasts.
Being in such an environment for a long time, unless one has unwavering willpower or exceptional talent, it is inevitable to develop feelings of depression.
The one-armed swordsman, He Zhengru, leaned listlessly against the rock wall, staring blankly at the crackling fire.
"Uncle-Master, have some Ling Shui."
Chu Yan shakily handed over the hot water, stealing a glance at her teacher's expression.
Depressed, numb, and desperate.
His face was covered in it.
The short, old swordsman Zheng Xing said in a deep voice, "With the Fangtian realm, this man withstood the combined attack of us Great Heaven masters. If he were to unleash his power and return to the mountains, we would never have peace again."
Wei Bingyan's cheeks bulged out, and his face was as black as if he had eaten a dead child's shirt.
The air was cold and damp, and it felt especially freezing in this autumn season.
Just like Wei Bingyan's heart.
This is truly a disaster, a mishap born of my own folly. How did I end up getting involved in something like this? It's like I was cursed!
The worst part is that as long as Xiao Shan doesn't die, none of them will ever get a good night's sleep.
With this kind of talent, if he were given another five years to cultivate, killing those old geezers would be as easy as crushing a chick.
even----
Wei Bingyan had a vague feeling that whether he could actually gain any advantage over this girl was a question.
He Zhengru said quietly, "Are you scared, you idiot?"
Zheng Xing felt a mixture of disgust and horror upon seeing the old man's expression.
This old man has been making a scene in the martial arts world his whole life, but this time he's really screwed up.
At his advanced age, He Zhengru had severed his left arm, and the day before, he had burned his lifeblood in a long and fierce battle, causing his vitality to wither rapidly.
He looks like he's on his deathbed and could collapse at any moment.
Wei Bingyan said in a deep voice, "Old He, Hai Xiaogou was stabbed by several of our swords, and the Heavenly Sword Qi shattered his tendons and severed his meridians. He couldn't have escaped too far. I estimate that he is nearby, and may even be dead."
Zheng Xing pondered for a moment in silence, and after fully considering the possibility, Fang said, "That is indeed possible. Logically speaking, no matter how strong a Fangtian martial artist is, it is impossible for him to fight against a Fangtian expert as strong as me and escape far away."
He Zhengru's deep voice was like the babbling of a demon.
"He's here, he's nearby, I can already sense it."
The other man was startled and immediately used his five senses to investigate.
Apart from the young disciples of the sect, there was no one else around.
"Old He, you really are—" Zheng Xing shook his head. "Now that this matter is settled, let's hurry back to the sect. I don't think there's any need to continue into the mountains."
Wei Bingyan had long been at his breaking point. If things continued like this, not only He Zhengru, but all of them would go crazy.
"Fang, after you finish eating, take a rest. Tomorrow at dawn, everyone will go out and search with all our might. We must find him alive or dead. I will not be at peace until this child is found."
Wei Bingyan issued a command to his brothers.
"Yes, Uncle Wei."
The boys responded blankly.
The next day.
The sky remained overcast, and the autumn rain continued to drizzle.
The disciples, in pairs, began searching the surrounding area, while three innate masters also rushed out to look for Song Shen's whereabouts.
"Damn it, why doesn't God send down lightning to strike that scoundrel Hai dead?"
Chu Yan said fiercely.
The immense pressure is causing everyone to feel increasingly manic, which is gradually destroying their rationality.
Damn it, two whole days. They've been searching and searching through this damned mountain, sifting through mud, dry leaves, and the bones of wild animals, but they've found nothing.
Another Cangyun Sect youth, Xue Yuzhong, had his face covered with red welts from mosquito bites, and his cheeks were marked with bloody scratches. Logically speaking, given his martial arts level, he shouldn't have been bitten by mosquitoes, but in Feilong Mountain these days, anything can happen.
He replied listlessly, "Stop cursing, save your energy. Hai Xiaoshan was hit by a senior uncle's Heavenly Sword Qi, he might already be dead in some ditch. We just need to find the body and bring it back to report."
"Deliver a satisfactory report? What the hell are you going to deliver a satisfactory report to?"
Chu Yan sneered, "You saw my Uncle Hai's sample robe too. He lost an arm and burned his life essence. He'll be lucky to survive this trip. Even if we find Hai Xiaoshan's body, my Rishan won't fare any better."
Xue Yuzhong was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Hai, what do you want?"
"What do I want?"
Chu Yan abruptly stopped and turned around. Rain streamed down his face, his eyes wide and red-rimmed. "I want to cut off that bastard Hai's head and hang it on the city wall so everyone can see what happens to my Flying Snow Manor!"
Xue Yuzhong looked at Hai Fu's frenzied appearance, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing more.
This guy's gone mad too, just like that teacher uncle.
He turned around and continued walking forward.
After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
"What's wrong?" Chu Yan frowned.
Xue Yuzhong did not answer.
He stood motionless in the rain, like a wooden stake driven into place.
Chu Yan walked over impatiently and patted his shoulder: "What's wrong?"
His voice abruptly stopped.
Ten steps ahead, in the bushes, the corpse with the club lay silently.
A body lay face down on the ground, its robes soaked through with blood. Rainwater washed over the wounds, continuously diluting the blood.
It washed away, revealing the pale skin and flesh underneath.
Another body lay face up, eyes wide open, raindrops falling on its eyeballs, but it didn't even flinch.
It's not that we don't want to make dumplings, it's that we can't make any more.
Chu Yan recognized them.
Hai was his senior brother Mo Ruhui's follower, but he couldn't remember what his name was.
I can only vaguely recall that this guy was still lively and energetic this morning, having received his rations and saying to me, "Senior Brother Chu, see you later."
See you later.
See you later.
Chu Yan's shirt suddenly exploded with a buzzing sound.
He stumbled backward, crashing into a tree. Rain poured down from the leaves, soaking his head and face.
Xue Yuzhong had already squatted down and was examining one of the corpses.
His hands were trembling, but his voice remained relatively calm: "This doesn't look like a wound from a sword or knife."
"What is '亥'?" Chu Yan's voice tightened.
Xue Yuzhong examined it carefully. "This is—罡气 (罡气 is a type of internal energy)?"
The two men exchanged a glance and saw fear in each other's eyes.
Those who can unleash the power of the Heavenly Qi are all powerful individuals at the Innate Realm. How could there be other Heavenly Masters nearby?
"Could it be my martial uncles?" Chu Yan's voice was very low, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.
It's like saying that he himself slapped himself in the face – something a human being could say.
So, am I even human anymore?
He hadn't seen any humans other than those in front of him for a long time, and gradually began to feel that he was nothing more than a beast in the mountains.
Xue Yuzhong cursed, "Have you lost your mind?"
He examined the wound on the corpse's neck. "This isn't Heavenly Sword Qi. Wounds left by Heavenly Sword Qi would have burn marks; the residual heat of the Qi would char the flesh. But there's none here. It's too clean, so clean it's as if something 'passed' through the flesh."
Chu Yan's legs began to go weak.
He leaned against the tree trunk, panting heavily. Rainwater poured into his mouth and nose, choking him and causing him to cough violently.
"Let's go back—let's go back—"
His voice trembled with tears, "Something's wrong in these mountains—something's really wrong—"
Xue Yuzhong stood up, remained silent for a moment, and nodded.
The two turned and walked towards the camp. After walking a few steps, Xue Yuzhong stopped again.
Chu Yan stopped asking him "what's wrong" and just stood there like a zombie, waiting for Xue Yuzhong to speak.
There was no response for a long time.
"in the end----"
Looking to the side, a majestic and tall figure stood in the rain, revealing a big smile.
"You seem to be looking for me?"
This face is all too familiar.
However, no matter what, he should not forget where he is now. He should be hiding in some corner, sneaking around, waiting for his final judgment, or perhaps he will die like a dog in some unknown place.
The only thing we shouldn't forget is where we are now.
"Song Shen!"
Chu Yan spat out the word "forget" through gritted teeth.
Clang!
He pulled out his large sect disciple's robe and simultaneously drew his sword.
Xue Yuzhong opened his mouth to shout for help, but suddenly his vision blurred.
He initially thought he had a vision problem, but then he saw a blurry, moving shadow in his vision.
The next moment, a palm shadow pierced through the air.
The true energy is roaring!!!
The cries for help abruptly ceased, replaced only by the sudden clang of swords.
In the blink of an eye, the cold iron and fine steel longsword shattered and crumbled like ceramic.
"Swordsmanship is irrelevant; killing chickens is acceptable."
Song Shen grinned, his figure flashed, and the cracked qi concentrated into a beam, easily slicing open the head of the young man.
Is this what it feels like for a master of innate abilities to kill?
Song Shen felt relaxed and happy, and his efficiency increased dramatically.
[Achieved Skill and Dao Fruit: Xue Yuzhong (Year and September)]
"And you."
Song Shen looked at Chu Yan, "Where is your sword? Why isn't it moving?"
Chu Yan's legs went weak, and his buttocks trembled.
Clang.
The longsword fell to the ground.
Pfft!
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He knelt down.
Tears and snot streamed down his face as he cried, "I...I...I want to live! I want to live! Please, please don't kill me!!!!"
"
Song Shen was stunned for a long time. "I'm sorry, but you should pay attention to Ling in your next life."
As they spoke, a flash of resentment crossed Chu Yan's eyes. Suddenly, he drew his longsword, intending to kill Song Shenxia.
The longsword was still outstretched in the air when a burst of energy struck from afar.
Heads flew everywhere, forgotten.
[Obtained the Essence Dao Fruit: Chu Yan (Four Years and Two Months)]
"Don't blame me, blame your bad luck."
Song Shen took a step forward, his silhouette leaving a trail of blood.