Chapter 40: Soul Split
"Owner?"
The system cautiously stopped beside Jian Shiyuan, not daring to move.
Jian Shiyuan drooped his eyelashes as if exhausted, his slender fingers tightly grasping his sleeves, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, every drop hitting the ground splashed out into golden lotus images, the layers of golden petals swayed slightly, only existed for a few seconds, and then disappeared.
His lips were pale, blood smeared across them, smearing them with a glaring red, like framed dried flowers, dyed to bring out their vibrant colors. Alluring but unreal.
"Master, are you okay?"
Jian Shiyuan opened his eyes fully. His golden pupils were like amber, vibrant and pure. He looked at the system, his pupils slightly constricted, his face a coldness he had never had before. The system dared not meet his gaze. Jian Shiyuan, at this moment, was like the midday sun in midsummer: bright, glaring, and unbearable to look directly at.
The black hair rolled down the shoulders and stuck to the sides of the face, making the golden eyes even more brilliant.
"Nothing."
Jian Shiyuan propped himself up, and the system keenly noticed that bright red Dao patterns were climbing up his smooth neck. He covered his slightly trembling hands with his wide sleeves, breathing slowly, and it took him a full cup of tea to return to his previous sitting position.
Jian Shiyuan sat upright, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, as if nothing was wrong. Only his pair of golden eyes would occasionally droop in patience.
He spoke slowly, "You just said that if I died, you would become a homeless orphan. What did you mean?"
The system quickly replied: "You are dead, and I cannot bind it to another master, so I can only enter standby mode."
It thought of something and quickly added, "Orphan is the player's catchphrase. I learned that."
Jian Shiyuan got a headache when he mentioned players. He stretched out his hand, thought for a moment, and finally held the round system in both hands, bringing it to his face.
The system felt Jian Shiyuan's hand was exceptionally cold, like a piece of jade-colored ice, and his nails were an unhealthy paleness. He rested his forehead against the system for a long moment, then, as if waking from a dream, he slowly said, "Did the thunderbolt destroy you? This is truly—"
The system thought he was feeling guilty, and its program was a little messed up. It hurriedly said, "Master, this is not your fault. The old me was infected with the virus, and you were just fighting back."
Jian Shiyuan pressed against it, and the system could feel his warm breath.
It heard a low laugh, which made the hands holding it tremble. Jian Shiyuan seemed to have heard something funny and laughed intermittently.
After a while, the system heard Jian Shiyuan speak again. He said, "I don't think I did anything wrong."
"I just lament the fickleness of fate. You killed so many hosts, but you died in my hands."
Eternal standby is, in a sense, death. No, it's even more painful than death. Death is knowing nothing, while system standby is clearly aware that it still exists, but it has to stop thinking and all activities.
It will fall silently into the darkness, buried with Jian Shiyuan.
"I don't know at whose hands I will die."
Jian Shiyuan laughed out loud as he said this, completely sinking into consciousness.
The system waited for a long time, but saw no movement from Jian Shiyuan. It turned around and looked at Jian Shiyuan's face. It saw that he had his eyes and lips closed, and his eyelashes were slightly wet, as if he was asleep.
He is very handsome, with a bright color and elegant taste, and he exudes a gentle temperament that makes people trust him.
The system didn't understand what Jian Shiyuan meant by that sentence, nor did it understand why he suddenly sighed.
Jian Shiyuan also had a sudden epiphany. Just now he was happy that he had broken through the second level of inheritance, but now his life was hanging by a thread. It was true that fate was unpredictable.
He was on the verge of death.
His soul was torn apart.
As everyone knows, the Divine Soul is the foundation of a cultivator's cultivation and the weight for reincarnation and re-cultivation. The Divine Soul is similar to a cultivator's soul and requires careful care on a daily basis. If the Divine Soul is damaged, the cultivator's cultivation will be greatly reduced at best, or even completely destroyed at worst.
Before his soul was torn apart, Jian Shiyuan had never heard of a cultivator surviving with his soul shattered, but he was still alive and well and could even mobilize his spiritual power.
Apart from the severe pain all over his body, he was no different from usual.
Submerging, he "saw" his own soul clearly, like a mutton-fat jade carving, radiating a golden glow. Now, it had been split in half, the cut edge gradually disintegrating into golden powder. It drifted unconsciously, scattering a trail of gold dust along its path. Like butterfly wings, fluttering minutely, it left a faint, unignorable trace.
It was the end of the road, yet the destruction was magnificent. Perhaps it wouldn't be long before the soul would dissipate all its gold and dust and turn to ashes.
Jian Shiyuan suddenly felt that such a soul was quite beautiful.
There was not a trace of fear in his heart. He did not die at the moment his soul was shattered, so he would not die because of the destruction of his soul.
Death is always inevitable. If there's time to struggle, there's still a chance to survive. Jian Shiyuan never looked at the precedents of cultivators. Even if a hundred cultivators had their spirits destroyed and died, it didn't mean he was doomed.
Jian Shiyuan subconsciously explored and tried to contact his own soul. Every time he touched it, his solar plexus would jump.
It is difficult to describe the pain. It felt as if all the internal organs were crushed. Even Jian Shiyuan took a long time to recover before continuing the contact.
He carefully considered ways to repair his soul. The most common method was to glue the broken pieces together and try to restore them to their original state. But looking at the broken soul, Jian Shiyuan suddenly had an idea.
Can't he have two souls?
After Ye Lingfei came online, he found that the camp had undergone tremendous changes.
The first thing that caught the eye was a white deer over three meters tall. It was tied up, with several wounds on its body, and blood was gushing out, flooding a large area of land red. Dozens of players looked up at it, discussing how to deal with it.
The male player with the id [Fried Eggs] is announcing the names of dishes to other players.
"Deer meat fried, braised deer tendons, deer brain hot pot, deer sashimi, deer meatballs"
"Sure, Egg Brother!"
"Well, if there were some seasoning, I would make you some legendary deer dishes."
"My goodness, I've never eaten something this big in my life. Is the meat too tough to chew?"
"No, I just cut a piece of meat and tasted it. It's very tender and has a light deer smell."
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As Ye Lingfei approached, he spotted the swamp wizard in the center of the crowd.
"Who killed this thing?"
The Swamp Wizard glanced sideways, "Do you think one person could kill this monster? We hunted it as a team."
The male player standing next to him suddenly coughed twice and puffed out his chest towards Ye Lingfei, as if to say, "Look at me."
The swamp wizard curled his lips and changed his words: "If you spend more money, you will be killed by dogs."
Ye Lingfei turned and looked at the dog, his eyes full of doubt, "This rookie?"
He suddenly thought of something and immediately opened his character panel.
Before the sect leader went into seclusion, he handed over the player's physical perception rights to him, allowing him to design appropriate experience slots and reasonable resurrection losses.
As expected, Ye Lingfei found a [Player Body Perception] column in the character panel. He clicked on it and saw the experience bars of a hundred players, including himself, neatly arranged.
There are no experience points, no specific divisions, only an empty blue bar.
The experience gap between most players was very small, but there were only two players who were far ahead of the others and their blue bars increased significantly.
These two people are [Playing games and spending money on them is a dog] and [Fluorescent protein].
Kill monsters to level up and gain experience.
Ye Lingfei looked at him suspiciously, "Did you give Bai Lu the last blow?"
If you spend more money, you will be smug. "What do you mean by finishing off the enemy? That's such a harsh word. It died under my iron rod of justice! I was the one who killed it!"
Ye Lingfei was straightforward. "Tell me, how much did you each give?"
He has known the Swamp Wizard for three or four years and has never seen him give up monsters. In a team battle, how could the Swamp Wizard give experience to others for no reason?
If you spend more money, the dog will just raise its chin and put up a finger.
"one thousand?"
If you spend more money, you will be a dog. He shook his head and continued to raise his finger.
"A thousand dollars?"
"Ten thousand?"
"It can't be one hundred thousand, right?"
"Everyone gets a gold bar issued by the National Bank of China. Mobile payment arrives in seconds. All the money has been paid."
Ye Lingfei: The local tyrants are so terrifying.
"What's your ID?"
"Am I paying for this? I'm charging for my faith!"
Ye Lingfei was too lazy to argue with him and just asked the swamp wizard, "Do you have time?"
The Swamp Wizard raised his eyelids to look at him.
Ye Lingfei made a bitter face. "Didn't the Sect Master assign me a mission? To lead the players in conquering the Bat Cave."
The swamp wizard interrupted him, "No need for a strategy, the fluorescent protein is done."
Ye Lingfei's first reaction was, "Did they make TNT?"
Holy shit, are they really that aggressive? How long has he been offline? And they've already cleared out the Batcave? Did they blow the whole thing up?
The swamp wizard didn't bother to explain, "Are there any other tasks?"
He knew clearly that Ye Lingfei would never assign him the task of cleaning the bat cave, and asking him for help would definitely be a task that would give him a headache.
Ye Lingfei chuckled, "The Sect Master asked me to design an experience bar and calculate the resurrection cost."
The swamp wizard frowned and listened to Ye Lingfei continue.
"So I'd like to ask you for a favor. I want to quantify the number of players with different strength values and calculate how much experience bar they gain by killing each monster, so that I can derive accurate data."
The swamp wizard snorted, "You also need to calculate how much resurrection energy is needed each time you die, right?"
Ye Lingfei chuckled but said nothing.
"I knew you were up to no good by coming to me. Well, I'll help you this once. First, go borrow the Black and White Daylight from Crimson. With your math skills, can you calculate the experience points you'll need? I'll ask Okariri for you, and then ask other players with different strengths if they're willing to join us. Since we're going to calculate, we need to take all circumstances into consideration."
The swamp wizard thought of something and said, "Go and borrow some bats from Fluorescent Protein. Without monsters, there's no leveling experience. Bats are her private property now, so don't kill them easily."
When Ye Lingfei mentioned fluorescent protein, his face turned a little grim. "Huh?"
The swamp wizard walked away, leaving Ye Lingfei alone in the wind.
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