Chapter 4: I just want to borrow the pure fire spiritual power temporarily.
Unlike what he had imagined before, the place was empty and had a weak foundation. What Mu Fuyun sensed through that little spiritual power was a chaotic and messy place that made it difficult to start.
Fortunately, she was an instrument cultivator in her previous life.
Different from those who focus on the majestic and heavy spiritual power and powerful energy, weapon cultivators pay more attention to the precise control of every bit of spiritual power in order to refine exquisite and complex magical tools.
Fortunately, this talent for mobilizing spiritual power and precise control did not disappear with the time travel.
As the spiritual power went deeper inside, she began to feel more and more resistance, as if there was an invisible pressure that prevented her from moving freely.
The spiritual power was like sand in the hand, flowing out from between the fingers and merging into the dantian which was like a sea of mist around it, and quickly disappeared.
Before she could truly explore her spiritual roots, all her spiritual power had been lost.
I tried it several times and the result was the same.
She couldn't tell what his true nature was like, but she could only vaguely sense some traces of human intervention.
Just like external injuries can leave scars and chronic diseases, her bones seemed to have been injured, leaving mottled marks.
The Dantian that should have been clear became confused, the roots and bones that should have been clear became overwhelmed and could not even be touched, and even the meridians in the whole body became stagnant and blocked, making it very inconvenient to circulate the spiritual energy, which greatly hindered her cultivation.
This seems to be different from what Qi Yuanbai said, "The emperor's physique is really mediocre."
Is it that he doesn't want to spend more time on her, and he sees it but doesn't want to say it out loud, or is there another reason?
She is not a doctor and is not proficient in the art of medicine, but she knows a thing or two about the way of cultivation.
In such a situation, it is necessary to use external force to re-melt and forge it, just like cutting out rotten flesh and scraping bones to heal wounds, to eliminate the mottled obstacles that lie across the dantian and open up the meridians throughout the body, so that the original roots can be revealed and practiced well.
After finding out this, Mu Fuyun quickly withdrew his control over his spiritual power, opened his eyes, and recovered from his cross-legged meditation posture.
In less than an hour, she was so tired that her face turned pale and sweat broke out on her forehead. She had no choice but to lie down on the couch to relax.
Controlling spiritual power is a very mentally exhausting task, and she is still too weak to do as she pleases like in her previous life.
Fortunately, after all the effort, she temporarily knew how to use Chu Ye.
His abundant pure fire spiritual power was just enough to help her open up her meridians and reshape her bones.
Although the process would be very painful, it was the fastest and most effective way she could think of.
Now, she just had to wait for Chu Ye to come to her.
Thinking of this, Mu Fuyun gradually relaxed, closed his eyes and took a short nap.
This sleep lasted for two full hours.
When I woke up again, most of the second half of the afternoon had passed. Outside the thatched cottage, the color of the sunlight was no longer transparent white, but gradually changed to orange and orange-red as time passed.
Mu Fuyun stood up from the couch, lazily tidied her long black hair behind her head, and tied it into a high ponytail again. Before she could stand up, she heard a "gurgling" sound.
She was actually hungry.
In her previous life, she had practiced fasting for so many years that she had almost forgotten that before establishing a foundation, cultivators still needed to eat grains. Only in the later stages of Qi Refining could they rely on fasting pills. After establishing a foundation, they gradually reduced the amount of fasting pills used, and only then could they truly fast.
In other words, she still had to find a place to fill her stomach first.
Just as I was thinking about where to go, someone knocked on the door of the thatched cottage.
The little Taoist boy had brought her some clothes, a copper basin, towels, and other daily necessities, along with Chu Ye's order:
"Big Brother, please ask Mu and Mu Daoyou to come over."
Mu Fuyun thanked the child and asked for the direction of Xizhao Pavilion where Chu Ye lived. However, he did not go there directly. Instead, he first went down Fu Ri Peak and came to Qinglu at the foot of the mountain.
Qinglu is where the outer disciples live and eat, and there is also a place for monks who have not yet reached the foundation-building stage to eat.
Because it was still early, the outer disciples had not yet finished their lessons in the second half of the morning, so there was no one in the dining hall.
Mu Fuyun leisurely picked out a few delicious-looking snacks, sat at a table by the window and savored them carefully. Only when he felt satisfied with his stomach did he go back up the mountain and head towards Xizhao Pavilion.
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In Xizhao Pavilion, Chu Ye dismissed all the serving Taoist children and meditated alone in the room.
Although his eyes were closed and he was motionless as if in a trance, his heart showed no sign of calming down at all.
The strange vision of the lotus lantern in Guizang Hall would reappear in his mind from time to time.
After years of practice, he knew that in this world, in addition to famous and upright sects like their Tianyan Sect, there were many so-called "evil ways", among which there were many little-known secret methods that could revive the dead and turn flesh into bones.
Yue'er's death was an unbearable pain in his heart. If he had not realized it later that day in the secret realm, perhaps things would have been different.
Subconsciously, he had always hoped that there would be a way to make up for his negligence. When he had tried his best to bring back that ray of spiritual consciousness, he naturally secretly held on to the last glimmer of hope.
What if there really is still a chance?
He really wanted to see Yue'er's lively and lovely smile again, and hear her sweetly call him "Big Brother" again.
Now, everything seems to be really hopeful.
A drop of blood can make the lotus lamp flash with light, what if it is a few drops, or even a bowl?
Could watering it day by day make the spiritual consciousness stronger again? Even if not, it could at least delay the moment when the lotus lamp was completely annihilated...
There's no reason for him not to be moved.
The only thing that made him dissatisfied was Mu Fuyun's confident and extremely determined attitude.
A waste who has practiced for many years but has always been stuck in the early stage of Qi Refining and can only be considered as half a foot in the world of immortal cultivation, actually dared to shamelessly ask him to help her practice!
Now, you dare to make him wait for so long!
More than half an hour had passed since he sent someone down to deliver the message. He was getting more and more impatient while waiting and was about to get up and go down to check it out himself when he heard the sound of slow footsteps on the stone steps outside Xizhao Pavilion.
Most monks have sharp ears and eyes. Chu Ye did not go out, but just stood by the window, looking coldly at the woman outside who was walking up the stairs one step at a time.
The simple gray Taoist robe fluttered in the wind, covering the undulating body that was previously vaguely visible under the red gauze, leaving only the slender neck and the face that was seven points similar to Yue'er.
Her long black hair was tied up high, with a bright red ribbon fluttering in the wind, making her look particularly eye-catching.
For a moment, Chu Ye felt that she was the Mu Fu Yue from the past, who took advantage of the break in her cultivation to come to Xizhao Pavilion to see him, her senior brother, fearing that he would forget to rest because of his excessive hard work.
Thinking of the carefree scenes in the past, Chu Ye's originally tense expression relaxed.
He waved his hand and swung the black gold whip out, which accurately wrapped around Mu Fuyun's waist. With a light pull, he brought her out of the door.
"Come in."
He said to her in a less cold tone.
Mu Fuyun didn't appreciate it at all.
She looked down at the wrinkles on her robe around her waist left by the black gold whip, smoothed them out with her hand, and then stepped into the room. Without waiting for Chu Ye to speak, she sat down beside the couch.
Her physical strength is not as good now, and going up and down the mountain is a bit tiring for her.
Chu Ye frowned, but endured it without saying anything. He just pushed a mustard seed bag on the table in front of her and said, "You're new here, so I'm afraid you won't be able to adapt for a while. There's a communication jade token in here. If you need anything in the future, just message me directly. There are also a few talismans. Use them when you go up and down the mountain. It will save you some energy."
Mu Fuyun glanced at him and knew without even thinking that he was trying to use his considerate attitude to make her surrender.
She did not refuse at all, reached out to take the mustard seed bag, said "thank you", and tied it around her waist on the spot.
Chu Ye watched her movements, a hint of sarcasm flashing in his eyes.
She is indeed a superficial and ignorant woman, completely different from Yue'er.
He stood up straight, walked slowly to the other main couch and sat down. Just as he was about to speak, he heard a low sneer in his ears.
Mu Fuyun looked at him with a half-smile and asked, "Senior Brother Chu, you don't think that a jade token and a few talismans can make me obey you, right? I'm not that easy to fool."
Chu Ye's face froze, a trace of anger and embarrassment flashed in his eyes, and he said in a deep voice: "I didn't lie to you. I brought you back to Tianyan Sect just to fulfill your sister's wish before she died. Over the years, she has never forgotten you, but you have never appreciated it, causing her worry and disappointment. Now, because of her, you can leave a place like Hehuan Sect. You should give something for her." "Really?" Mu Fuyun touched the mustard seed bag at his waist. "That lotus lantern, is it the last hope left by my sister? Is she worth only this in your heart, Senior Brother Chu?"
Chu Ye's expression tensed again: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I say, if you want to keep my sister's hope, you should pay something. You are already a cultivator of a high level, and you should have understood that there is no such thing as 'getting something for nothing' in this world." Mu Fuyun looked at him leisurely.
Chu Ye looked at her quietly. In this silent confrontation, the anger in his eyes gradually turned into scrutiny: "What do you want me to do? If it's reasonable, I can agree to it."
Mu Fuyun was waiting for this sentence.
"I won't embarrass Senior Brother Chu. It just so happens that my meridians are still blocked, and the energy in my Dantian isn't clear enough, so I'd like to temporarily use the pure fire spiritual power to clear it up. Every time I use spiritual power, I will draw half a cup of blood into the lotus lamp."
When it comes to "borrowing", it actually means that Chu Ye wants to pour his most refined spiritual power into her meridians along her body to break through the stagnation.
She was only in the initial stage of Qi Refining and could not consume or use much spiritual energy at all.
For a cultivator like Chu Ye who has reached the late Jindan stage and is only one step away from reaching the Yuanying stage, the loss of this little spiritual energy is nothing. In exchange for half a cup of blood, although it is only as much as a thumb nail, it is probably ten or a hundred times better than the effect of the previous drop.
But he really didn't want to use it on Mu Fuyun.
"First, pour a cup of blood and see."
Mu Fuyun raised an eyebrow, stood up without hesitation, and made a gesture to leave: "It seems that Senior Brother Chu doesn't want to make this deal, so I won't force it."
"Aren't you afraid of making things worse? If I don't want to deal with you, I have plenty of ways to make you obedient." Chu Ye sneered.
"I'm so scared." Mu Fuyun pretended to be frightened without any sincerity. "It turns out that the eldest brother of a dignified and righteous sect is actually a sinister and cunning villain."
She knew that Chu Ye always prided himself on being a reputable and upright person, and that he always wanted to be a role model for his fellow disciples in the sect, and would not do anything to force others—at least not in public.
Chu Ye could hear her roundabout curses, his eyes darkened, and he waved his sleeves and pointed to the empty space beside him: "What are you still standing there for? Don't waste your time."
This is promised.
Mu Fuyu showed a victorious smile, bowed to him gracefully, turned his back to him naturally, and sat down in front of him.
Soon, a pair of palms landed on her back through her clothes, and two streams of burning spiritual power overflowed from the palms and penetrated into her skin bit by bit.
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