Chapter 38 Chapter 38 Now You Are in the Nascent Soul Stage

In the bloody storm, Mu Jiulin saw Cang Jun's face.

A beautiful, compassionate, loving face. She gazed at Mu Feng in her arms with the most tender affection, whispering softly like a lover, "Mu Lang, I'll be here to accompany you. Please wait a moment."

That day, like tonight, was a torrential downpour. Mu Jiulin felt that Cang Jun's face was both strange and familiar, as if memories buried deep in his soul were gradually awakening. He was an outsider to these memories, standing in the rain of memories, but the raindrops could not wet him.

Cang Jun raised her eyes, her expression had completely changed. Opposite her was Nan Ming, who was lying on the ground seriously injured.

Nan Ming gritted his teeth, blood seeping from between them, and accused word by word: "Sister, do you really want to seal me?"

Cang Jun looked at him indifferently, without saying a word, as if he had no strength left. He just smiled faintly.

The next moment, time and space froze, and raindrops hung in the air.

"Sister, what are you going to do..."

A giant python emerged from Cang Jun's chest, roaring and breaking free from its physical restraints as it pounced towards Nanming. Its translucent body was burning. The moment it completely broke away from Cang Jun's body, its wounded body was no longer able to droop, but the giant python remained, swift and unstoppable.

Mu Jiulin knew that this was Cang Jun's spirit. She used the spirit as a sacrifice to seal Nanming. The whole world seemed to be burning with blue flames.

The next second, the scene in memory changed.

Mu Jiulin stood in a small courtyard. Petals fell, and he subconsciously reached out to catch them, but the petals pierced through his palm. He heard a song, but he didn't know who was humming.

Two people were sitting at the stone table in the yard playing chess, one was Mu Feng and the other was Jiang Caiyu.

When they heard the singing, both of them paused.

Jiang Caiyu raised her eyes and said, "Sea monsters are best at using their singing to deceive people's minds. You must be careful."

Mu Feng smiled gently: "Brother Jiang, you are biased."

After a moment, a woman came over and smiled as she poured tea for the two of them: "I didn't even know when Jiang Xianjun came."

Jiang Caiyu raised her eyes and said, "Brother Mu saved you half a month ago. You have been recuperating in Peach Blossom Cottage for half a month. With the recovery ability of the demon race, you should no longer need care."

Mu Feng stopped him: "Brother Jiang, you are a guest."

Cang Jun covered his chest and coughed softly: "Brother Mu, Jiang Xianjun is also doing this for your own good. After all, I am a demon. I know that the world hates demons the most. I am very grateful that you are willing to save me. I dare not ask for your friendship."

As he spoke, his eyes turned red.

Mu Feng was anxious: "No, Miss Cangjun, Brother Jiang didn't mean that. Miss Cangjun is kind-hearted, and in Mu Feng's heart, she already regards you as a friend. Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang is just not good at speaking, please don't misunderstand."

"Alright, alright," Cang Jun smiled, took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat off Mu Feng's forehead affectionately: "Brother Mu, you sweat when you're anxious. You don't have to explain, I understand."

As he spoke, his eyes moved and inadvertently looked at Jiang Caiyu, revealing a very proud and victorious smile.

Jiang Caiyu looked away and said indifferently, "No more, I'm going back."

Mu Feng was puzzled: "Huh? Brother Jiang, didn't you just arrive?"

A year later, at the same place, Jiang Caiyu was holding a little child by her side. The child was about three or four years old, but his facial expression was as mature as Jiang Caiyu's.

The Peach Blossom Cottage was probably hosting some kind of celebration, with lights and decorations adorning the place, and guests constantly coming and going. Jiang Caiyu arrived at the door with the child in hand, just in time to see Cang Jun coming out with a baby in her arms. In the past year, she had already changed into woman's attire.

Mu Feng was by her side, and the two of them had a kind of happiness that no one else could approach. Seeing Jiang Caiyu, Mu Feng greeted her with a bow: "Thank you, Brother Jiang, for taking the time to attend our baby's full moon celebration."

Jiang Caiyu took out a talisman from her bosom and handed it to Mu Feng: "This is the amulet passed down by my master. Wearing it on you can ward off evil and eliminate disasters."

Mu Feng said, "Then I will accept it on my son's behalf."

While they were chatting, the little boy stepped forward and tugged at Cang Jun's sleeve. Cang Jun smiled kindly and half squatted down: "You must be Nan Que, right? Do you want to see your younger brother?"

The little boy nodded solemnly.

Cang Jun extended his arms slightly forward, allowing the child to see the baby in the cradle clearly. The child was a little lost in thought as he looked at it, and blurted out, "Junior Brother Mu is so cute."

After hearing this, the adults were all stunned and then burst into laughter.

Cang Jun said: "Mu Lang, if there is a chance to let A Lin become Jiang Xianjun's disciple, it will be considered as a closer relationship."

Mu Feng: "Even Nan Que calls him Junior Brother. Perhaps there will be such an opportunity in the future."

Memories were like a gentle yet cold tide. When the tide receded, Mu Jiulin's face was covered with rain. Nan Ming in front of him laughed fiercely: "Mu Jiulin, did you see it? Did you see your mother's miserable condition?"

Mu Jiulin whispered: "Is that all you can see?"

Nan Ming was startled: "What?"

Mu Jiulin smiled: "It seems that my mother really hates you. She even keeps some memories of you in this soul."

Nan Ming grabbed his collar and asked, "What did you see?"

Mu Jiulin's smile grew deeper and deeper.

Nanming: "Tell me! What did you see!"

The soil around them vibrated, and something seemed to be moving slowly beneath the ground.

Here it comes, here it comes.

"Mu, Jiu, Lin!" Nanming was still furious. The soil around him cracked and several vines emerged from it and attacked him. His right arm and left leg were pulled and his body was dragged several meters away, with his bones dislocated immediately.

Nanming reacted quickly, chopped the vines with the whale knife, and the vines fell into pieces.

"Hahahahaha, that's all you're capable of. You're not even as good as your mother's little finger."

Dragging his broken leg, Nan Ming limped to Mu Jiulin and raised the Whale Knife high: "You have no chance."

Mu Jiulin lowered his eyes and smiled faintly: "No wonder my mother said you..."

Nanming: “…What?”

Mu Jiulin seemed to be talking to himself: "In Taohua Cottage, I saw my mother..."

In order to hear his voice clearly, Nanming involuntarily bent down. Mu Jiulin's eyes were not looking in his direction, but towards the distance, which made him look more like he was lost in some memories.

He was mumbling something, which attracted Nanming to come closer again and again.

In the heavy rain, Mu Jiulin's pale pupils suddenly moved, and the tangled white lines inside were twisting. Nan Ming was puzzled, wondering if he had seen something wrong.

He didn't hesitate for long, but only a second. The tens of thousands of Gu threads that had burst forth from Mu Jiulin's body had already pierced his body, heart, and demon core. They greedily sucked his blood, ripped out Nanming's heart and demon core, and absorbed them into Mu Jiulin's body, treating him as a symbiotic species.

Nan Ming lowered his head and saw his hollow chest. He gritted his teeth and looked at Mu Jiulin fiercely, saying word by word, "What did she say?"

Mu Jiulin didn't say anything, but heard the sound of Nanming falling into the mud.

"You said I don't look like my mother, but I have half her blood in me after all, so I'm half demon." He was really talking to himself this time, and upon closer inspection, his voice was indescribably gloomy. "If it weren't for the increase in my power during the rainy night, I wouldn't have known I could control the Soul-Eating Cocoon."

The fishy smell in the air became much stronger. Mu Jiulin heard the sound of the poisonous threads chewing on his flesh and blood, and heard the power. A power that did not belong to him was pulled into his body. He could not adapt for a while. He only felt that the blood in his body was burning like lava. The lava would melt Nanming's demon pill and let him use it.

The color in front of his eyes changed, the Gu silk, having absorbed enough blood, turned blood red. Hot liquid flowed from his eye sockets, and he knew it was blood. He could not move and could only lie in the mud.

Ye Nanque crawled to Mu Jiulin, first used his hand to feel his breath, and then hugged his body and called "Alin" twice.

Mu Jiulin recovered his strength, raised his hand, and clamped his wrist tightly, as if he was afraid that he would run away: "Don't be afraid."

Ye Nanque paused: "I'm not afraid."

Mu Jiulin tucked his head into his arms and sniffed his breath: "I'm in pain and can't move. Let me stay for a while."

Ye Nanque touched his head: "Yeah."

They were covered in dirt, hugging each other in the heavy rain like two of the most miserable loaches. Ye Nanque could hear the secret sounds coming from Mu Jiulin's body, and his body was so hot that it felt like he was hugging a stove.

Skin to skin, he felt he could sense the overwhelming demonic energy within Mu Jiulin's body being devoured, calmed, and assimilated by him, and the wound was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Mu Jiulin closed his eyes, as if asleep.

Soon, a ray of light appeared on his forehead, flickered a few times, and disappeared under his skin.

Ye Nanque held his hand tentatively for a moment, then said, "Ah Lin, you've broken through. You're now in the Nascent Soul stage."

Swallowing Nanming's demon pill and directly ascending to the Nascent Soul stage, this is the adventure that only the protagonist deserves. And Mu Jiulin will have more adventures like this in the future.

Three months had passed, and it was time for him, the thirty-something woodcutter, to retire.

Mu Jiulin suddenly asked, "Are you happy?"

Ye Nanque: "Happy."

Mu Jiulin smiled sincerely: "If you are happy, I am happy too."

Ye Nanque didn't know what to say.

Mu Jiulin thought of something and said, "Next time, you and I will practice together and make progress together."

Ye Nanque nodded, and couldn't help but patted his head again: "Good boy."

Really, he is just like that worker who is about to go back to work and is craving for the last bit of vacation. What's going on?

Ye Nanque quickly shook his head and kicked this strange thought out of his head.

System: [That's about it, the timeline has been connected. You can go now.]

Ye Nanque covered his chest: [Strange, a little sour.]

System: […You’re not?]

Ye Nanque: [Maybe I'm a little reluctant to see my son go out and explore the world.]

System: [You'd better be.]

Ye Nanque: [From now on, I will still be that hypocritical and treacherous villain, hehe.]

System: [You'd better be.]

After returning to the cabin, Ye Nanque found an excuse to let Mu Jiulin go out to collect firewood, and took the opportunity to sneak back to the Yu Jian Sect.

Mu Jiulin brought back a bundle of firewood and felt something was wrong as soon as he walked into the yard.

There was no scent of Ye Nanque in the air anymore.