Chapter 44 My Junior Brother's Happy Life (Part Two) My Junior Brother, I'll Spoil Him...
When Song Ce descended into this world, the original owner of this body had already left his master and mistress and had been training alone for three years. His junior brother, the child named Gou'er in his previous life, was now two years old.
The original owner of this body meditated in this cave for half a month, and his cultivation level barely reached the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.
Song Ce tried to circulate the cultivation techniques and spiritual power within his body. He currently possessed a wealth of spiritual power but was unable to utilize it effectively. At present, he needed to quickly master and improve his current cultivation level in a very short period of time. After all, the old sect master Yun Songzi, who had the highest cultivation level in the Baiyun Sect, was already at the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage, only one step away from the Divine Transformation stage.
However, no one knows better than Song Ce where the experience points are in this world, for example, outside the cave where the original owner is currently meditating.
After three full days of practice, Song Ce finally became familiar with all the techniques that the original owner of this body was currently cultivating.
Song Ce, using hand seals, arrived at the ancient tree outside the cave. He drew his spirit sword, channeling all his spiritual power into the blade, and forcefully slashed at the tree trunk—
In less than three breaths, an extremely strong gust of cold wind, carrying a heavy, rusty stench, slammed into Song Ce's spirit sword. The ancient tree instantly split in two, and one half of its trunk crashed to the ground.
Just then, a ferocious beast with a body entirely of purple-gold leaped out from the tree trunk. Its body was shrouded in thick black mist, and it charged straight at Song Ce with its bloody maw wide open. Song Ce's body instinctively formed a dodging spell to dodge.
When the beast failed to strike, it was enraged. It opened its huge mouth and roared in a very strange way, sounding just like a child crying and laughing at the same time.
Just then, the calming bell tied around Song Ce's waist rang at the right time, and Song Ce, who had been slightly distracted by the roar of the giant beast, instantly regained his senses.
He pressed his fingertips firmly against his dantian, and the spirit sword, sensing its master's unwavering determination, immediately rang out with a resounding clang. Swish, swish, swish—in an instant, sixty-four sword lights, like crescent moons, pierced the air, heading towards the ferocious beast.
At this moment, a pained cry came from within the black mist shrouding the ferocious beast. The sword light struck the beast's massive body, tearing open its spine and revealing half of its stark white skeleton.
Song Ce's pupils contracted slightly. Could it be that this beast had actually refined the human, no, the cultivator, into his own body?
The ferocious beast, in pain, swung its tail violently, its sharp claws reaching straight for the dark black mist in its heart. Song Ce saw countless souls emerging from that black mist, and the one at the very front had some memories of the original body—it was actually Fellow Daoist Liu, whom Qin Muqing had briefly cooperated with in the Misty Forest when he took the original body on a training trip!
The devoured soul of Fellow Daoist Liu let out a silent wail. Song Ce noticed that the beast's horns suddenly lit up like branding irons, and the dark golden patterns on its forehead spread like lava from the tips of its horns to its pupils.
"Click—"
The spirit sword in Song Ce's hand was covered with fine cracks. Sensing the ever-increasing aura of the ferocious beast, he staggered backward, and drops of blood from his tiger's mouth fell to his feet.
Seeing the ferocious beast about to pounce, Song Ce closed his eyes and quickly chanted in his mind, "Use Sleeping Powder."
In the blink of an eye, the beast's massive body stiffened and then crashed to the ground.
The sleeping powder only lasted for one minute. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Ce quickly conjured a formless fire sword and stabbed it fiercely into the beast's forehead.
The moment the fiery sword pierced through, the entire valley resounded with the howls of countless wronged souls. The soul of Liu Daoyou, whom the original owner knew, could not speak, but he bowed deeply to Song Ce, then pointed to the skull and tailbone of the ferocious beast before his soul slowly dissipated.
This ferocious beast had harmed countless cultivators. After these souls were freed, they all bowed deeply to their savior, Song Ce. It turned out that the black mist that clung to the beast was not mist at all, but a dense mass of sealed souls!
When Song Ce cleaved open the beast's skull with his sword, inside was a golden inner core shimmering with red mist! That beast actually knew how to nourish its inner core with the heart's blood of cultivators. Judging from the size and patterns of the inner core, it was no wonder that the beast was so powerful; its strength was equivalent to that of a human at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage!
Song Ce happily put the inner core into his storage bag. Although he had used the Sleeping Powder, a reward from the previous world, he felt it was definitely worth the price.
The original owner also had a storage ring on his hand called Han Hai, so Song Ce simply used the body of this ferocious beast to practice his swordsmanship.
After dismantling the ferocious beast into pieces, Song Ce sliced open its massive tail with his sword, and thousands of slightly worn storage bags fell out from the last tailbone.
Song Ce casually rolled up a storage bag and opened it. The soul imprint on the bag had long since dissipated with its owner. Inside the bag were not only spirit stones and elixirs, but also many strangely shaped weapons, some complete and some half-finished. It seemed that the previous owner of this storage bag must have been a weapon refiner.
Since he had saved those souls from the control of the ferocious beast, he shamelessly accepted all those densely packed storage bags.
After sorting and packing the various parts of the ferocious beast into storage bags, Song Ce sat cross-legged on the ground and began picking through the items in the bags.
Spirit stones, I'll take them all! An unclaimed spirit zither? I don't need it myself, but I can sell it! Good heavens, this person actually has dozens of top-grade spirit stones in his storage bag!
Song Ce bowed to the air, expressing his gratitude to this unknown wealthy senior.
After carefully selecting for two days, Song Ce finally put all the usable items into the Vast Sea. As for those that were unusable or marked, he simply used his spiritual power to clear a deep pit and bury them on the spot—consider it leaving a glimmer of hope here!
After tidying everything up, Song Ce flew on his sword to the location of the original owner's fortuitous encounter. Now that he had the inner core of the ferocious beast in his hands, which was compatible with his attributes, he might as well absorb it. Once his cultivation level improved, he could challenge the White Cloud Sect, and the other sects would not dare to say a word.
Song Ce's gaze was deep. If the original owner's memories were correct, the child named "Gou'er" in his previous life was only abused by Daoist Changmi after he turned five. Why five? Because after Daoist Changmi handed "Gou'er" over to the outer disciples, he rushed off to have children. Unfortunately, despite his efforts for two or three years, none of his wives and concubines had conceived.
Changmi Daoist was extremely unwilling, so he began to take on many female disciples. In the Baiyun Sect, it was very common for female cultivators to serve their masters in bed. Changmi Daoist thought of taking on a few talented disciples to bear him offspring. He worked hard for two years, but in the end, it was all in vain, and he did not leave behind a single child.
Changmi Daoist was extremely angry. Just then, he remembered the child he had brought back and transferred him directly from the outer sect to the inner sect, where he began to humiliate him in every way to vent his anger.
Judging from the current situation, that child still has three good years ahead of him...
Song Ce banished these thoughts from his mind and, after a day and a night of flying on his sword, finally arrived at a secluded place with green mountains and clear waters. Beneath the green waters, there was a strange spiritual space—which was why the original owner of this body was able to advance to the Nascent Soul stage in just eight years.
Song Ce arrived above the green water, but in less than a breath, he was pulled towards the center of the green water by a huge force. Song Ce removed his protective spiritual power, closed his eyes, and sank deep into the green water like an ordinary person.
From the original owner's memories, Song Ce could learn that the flow of time in this spiritual energy space was very different from that in the outside world. One year in the outside world was equivalent to a hundred years in this spiritual energy space—and this was the greatest opportunity the original owner discovered during his training.
Once Song Ce finally settled down in this spiritual space, he looked around carefully, but sure enough, he couldn't see anything clearly.
Although it was called a spiritual space, it was actually surrounded by an extremely dense spiritual energy that blocked Song Ce's sight. At that time, the original owner of the body also wanted to walk out of this dense fog to explore, but unfortunately, it seemed to be restricted by some heavenly law, and no matter how he tried, he failed.
Forget it, the time difference is now one to one hundred, so Song Ce simply stopped thinking about it and focused on using the beast's inner core to break through to the Nascent Soul stage as soon as possible.
Song Ce sat cross-legged and mobilized the pure and rich spiritual energy within the spiritual energy space to circulate in his body. Soon he entered a meditative state.
The first century passed, and the beast core he had acquired was now obediently floating in front of Song Ce's chest. Originally, his body had dual metal and fire spiritual roots, but after being transformed by the core, it domineeringly devoured the already weak metal spiritual root, directly transforming Song Ce's body into a single fire spiritual root. Now, Song Ce's cultivation speed was even faster, and he broke through to the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm within a century.
The second century passed, and the beast's inner core shrank by a full size. Song Ce's cultivation also broke through from the early stage of Nascent Soul to the Great Perfection of Deity Transformation. At this time, he had already touched the barrier of Void Refinement.
In the third century, Song Ce completely refined and absorbed the inner core of the ferocious beast, and his cultivation reached the peak of the Integration Realm. Now, he has begun to enter the realm of transition from cultivator to immortal, reaching the state of returning to simplicity and truth.
Once his tribulation is over, he will be able to pursue the lifelong goal of cultivators—the Mahayana stage.
Song Ce slowly awoke from his meditative state. The previously dense spiritual energy had thinned considerably, and as the dazed look in his eyes faded, the vortex of spiritual energy that had formed above his head gradually dissipated.
Feeling the immense spiritual power within his body, Song Ce forcefully grasped the air in front of him, and a bead of spiritual power condensed in his hand.
Spiritual energy transforming into pearls—this is the power of the Heavenly Dao that can only be comprehended during the Tribulation Transcending stage. Now he has touched the threshold, and it is likely that his Tribulation Transcending stage will arrive soon.
The ferocious beast had roamed this place in its lifetime, killing countless cultivators. Its inner core had been nourished by the blood of cultivators for a long time, and over time, it even allowed the beast to comprehend a trace of the power of law—which ultimately benefited Song Ce.
But right now, the most important thing is not to continue improving his cultivation, but to go to the White Cloud Sect and find his junior brother.
Song Ce first cast a cleansing spell on himself, then flew on his sword to the nearest mortal town. He went into a clothing store and bought a long robe with wide sleeves to change into. He then bought a white jade cloud-patterned hairpin and a cloud-patterned jade pendant from a jewelry store next door, with two shiny top-grade spirit stones attached to the pendant.
With these two top-grade spirit stones, Song Ce's outfit immediately became extraordinary.
Thanks to those thousand-plus storage bags, Song Ce now possesses dozens of top-grade spirit swords. He casually picked one that matched his clothes and wore it at his waist. Without this sword, Song Ce's every move resembled that of a learned and refined scholar, but with this spirit sword, he was clearly a cold and dignified cultivator.
Song Ce contained all his Nascent Soul stage aura within his body, so as long as the cultivators' cultivation level was not higher than his, the person in front of him would appear to be just a mortal without any spiritual power.
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Author's Note: Okay, that's enough for now~ Xianxia (fantasy/fantasy) doesn't need to be realistic, haha. Thanks a lot for your heartwarming comments, my lovely readers!
P.S.: Since this is my first long post, I'll gradually get the pacing under control. Thank you again for your support, my lovely angels! [starry eyes][starry eyes] Sending love~
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