During the time that Qianling entered the belly of the Holy Mountain, Luo Jiujiang had been practicing hard behind the Chuiteng cave.
He and Qianling had been traveling all the way, and although they did not travel day and night, they were interrupted by strange beasts sooner or later. Through such training, his practical experience and horizons had been broadened a lot, but the moments when he could really concentrate on practicing were rare.
Now that he finally had a chunk of free time, Luo Jiujiang naturally wasn't going to let it go. Since childhood, Luo Jiujiang had been exceptionally gifted, and equally diligent. Cultivation, to him, felt less like a task and more like an old friend he'd grown up with, a joy he couldn't easily convey to others.
Over the past six months, Luo Jiujiang had almost completely separated the chaotic energy within his Dantian into Dao Source. Now, with his five hearts turned toward the sky and his mind focused, he saw a golden sun hanging above his Dantian, the condensation of his Yang Dao Source. At the very bottom of his Dantian sat a moon, constantly positioned directly opposite the sun. As the sun set one degree west, the Yin Dao Source rose one degree east.
As for the center of the Dantian, there is a small courtyard of the Tian family hidden among the mountains and valleys. In the courtyard sits a little man who is also sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed. This tiny Yuanying has thin hands and feet, but all five internal organs are complete.
As for what was sitting under the little man's butt, it was not some ordinary Yuanying's usual elixir spirit ball.
Luo Jiujiang's Nascent Soul sat cross-legged on a wide rattan chair with a cushion on top. The chair was placed under the grape trellis at the entrance to the courtyard. A breeze blew, and the palm-sized grape leaves fluttered gently above the Nascent Soul's head. Speaking of which, when had the little Nascent Soul moved this chair under the grape trellis? Luo Jiujiang hadn't noticed before.
There's a saying that goes, "Things resemble their owners." From this perspective, the little Yuanying's attitude towards enjoying life was remarkably similar to Luo Jiujiang's. Luo Jiujiang paced back and forth in the small courtyard he had built himself, and soon noticed a new chessboard, a pulley next to the well, and a simple shed in the corner where firewood used to be stored... And on the table in front of the little Yuanying, there was a plate of freshly picked grapes, still dripping with water.
Luo Jiujiang burst out laughing.
Over the years, the Nascent Soul masters in the world of cultivation had cultivated Nascent Souls that could control swords together, and Nascent Souls that could discuss the laws of heaven together. Even more uniquely, it was not uncommon for a male cultivator to cultivate a female Nascent Soul and become self-sufficient Taoist companions. But Luo Jiujiang...
I’m afraid you won’t be able to find a Nascent Soul in ten thousand years that can chop wood, fetch water, and build a shed before it even leaves the Dantian.
If those cultivators who had been stuck at the Golden Core stage for years, unable to achieve a Nascent Soul, heard what his Nascent Soul had done, they would probably jump in anger: How could such a sacred thing as the Nascent Soul be used for this! What a prodigal! What a disgrace! What a waste of resources!
But as the owner of this little Nascent Soul, Luo Jiujiang found this matter quite interesting.
At this moment, his spiritual consciousness was facing his Nascent Soul across the table, and he could feel a kind of energy pulling them together. This small Nascent Soul was like his other limb, a secondary body he left in his Dantian.
Of course, according to common sense in the world of cultivation, at the early stage of the Nascent Soul, although the Nascent Soul can move independently in the cultivator's Dantian, when the cultivator's consciousness looks inward at the Dantian, unless the cultivator deliberately controls it, the Nascent Soul will be as calm as a dead object.
The principle of "one mountain cannot accommodate two tigers" also applies to the Dantian: within this small area of Dantian, only one master is allowed to control it. Comparing the two, the master is naturally the powerful spirit of the cultivator who has cultivated for many years.
As for being able to allow the Nascent Soul to move independently when it coexists with the Divine Soul, this is something that happens in the middle or even late stages of the Nascent Soul. To reach this stage, one must first understand one's nature and then one's foundation. There are many cultivators who remain in the early stages of the Nascent Soul without making any progress.
Luo Jiujiang felt his Nascent Soul across the table. He had never experienced the more than two hundred meridians in his body from this perspective. He could feel that with just a thought, he could control the little Nascent Soul to stand up, sit down, blink, and open its mouth...
This feeling is truly wonderful. As Luo Jiujiang thought this, he used his spiritual sense to control the energy in his Dantian and casually picked up a grape from the fruit plate.
At the moment when Luo Jiujiang picked up the grapes from the plate, the little Yuanying curled up on the rattan chair opened his eyes.
He opened his eyes not both at once, but quietly squinted one eye and opened the other a little, as if he wanted to see what was going on outside, or most importantly, to see who was eating his grapes.
The noise was not insignificant, but how could Luo Jiujiang not notice it?!
In an instant, Luo Jiujiang's spiritual consciousness and Luo Jiujiang's Nascent Soul met each other's eyes, and both sides were frozen.
Luo Jiujiang: “…”
Little Yuanying: "..."
That's not right! Luo Jiujiang thought in astonishment: Isn't it said that in the early stages of the Nascent Soul, the Nascent Soul machine is like a dead object?
...Not only can he sense when someone is stealing his grapes, but he also knows that he will be caught if he just looks at them stupidly, so he has to be careful to peek through the gaps. His IQ is at least as good as mine when he was a kid, right?
Perhaps realizing he couldn't hide it any longer, the little Yuanying simply opened his eyes without covering them. He looked up at the grape rack above his head and tapped his fingers in the air a few times, as if counting how many grapes he had left.
After a while, as if feeling assured about the amount of food he had stored, the little Yuanying pushed the plate of grapes toward Luo Jiujiang's spiritual consciousness, then jumped off the rattan chair and staggered towards the other direction of the yard.
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