Chapter 14 Yanghua Cloud Sea (Part 1)
Beyond the Chaolong Secret Realm, for 30,000 miles to the southwest lies an endless mountain range. Beneath these mountains lie spiritual veins, and the thicker and more continuous the veins, the more abundant the spiritual energy. Beneath these 30,000 miles of mountains are several intertwined spiritual veins, named after the ancient beast Chaolong, and called the Chaolong Spiritual Veins.
The Linglong Sect, the number one sect on the Pingze Continent, occupies this endless spiritual vein.
Jiang Gu looked at the simple cave dwelling that had been cleared out in front of him, walked in without changing his expression, and set up hundreds of concealment arrays.
"Master, are you really planning to go into seclusion here to cleanse your marrow?" Wu Tuo asked with some concern. "The Spirit Dragon Sect has always been xenophobic. If they find out, the consequences will be unimaginable."
“The spiritual energy here is abundant.” Jiang Gu sat cross-legged. “Once one of my spiritual roots is washed away, I can start cultivating here directly.”
"But undergoing tribulation will definitely attract heavenly lightning, and the people from the Spirit Dragon Sect will definitely come to investigate." Wu Tuo anxiously paced around in his sea of consciousness.
Jiang Gu focused his primordial spirit in his sea of consciousness and pressed down on the furry little thing with one finger. "Otherwise, why would I keep you?"
"Huh?" Wu Tuo froze, staring at him with wide eyes, and immediately had a bad feeling.
Jiang Gu said, "I only brought you as my spirit pet this time, so I should make the most of you."
With a mournful face, Wu Tuo said weakly, "Master, I only have my primordial spirit left."
"Once I wash away one of my earth spiritual roots, I can cultivate to the late stage of the Nascent Soul realm in half a year," Jiang Gu said lightly. "If you fail to cultivate your true body by then, I will devour your primordial spirit."
Utuo immediately bristled and bit down on its two little front paws.
"You can freely use the spiritual power in my sea of consciousness. With such a unique advantage, what are you afraid of?" Jiang Gu was very puzzled.
"If you can't cultivate it, you'll devour my primordial spirit!" Wu Tuo wailed inwardly, but under Jiang Gu's indifferent gaze, he still slunk away to cultivate.
It was originally a spirit beast born and raised by nature, and it spent its time cultivating while eating and sleeping. Before meeting Jiang Gu, it lived a life of immortals in the deep mountains and forests. However, when it met Jiang Gu, it found the little creature to be cute and adorable, so it mischievously used its claws to tease him with fruit.
Then he was beaten senseless and forced to sign a master-servant contract, from which point he could only obey Jiang Gu's orders without complaint.
But it never expected that even in death it would not find peace.
Utuo raised his paw and quietly wiped away his tears.
If I had known, I would have preferred to let my master end me with a single sword strike.
Jiang Gu had no time to pay attention to his little spirit pet. He looked at the silver-blue heart-protecting shark scale in his hand and fused it into his dantian.
The four spiritual roots of metal, wood, fire, and earth are like thick, gnarled tree roots intertwined in the dantian. If you look closely, you can see that a withered and broken water spiritual root is wrapped in the middle.
The silver-blue protective scales transformed into a warm spiritual energy that wrapped around the bottom of the withered water spirit root and the thick earth spirit root, slowly absorbing the spiritual energy from the spirit roots into the scales.
An excruciating pain shot through Jiang Gu's dantian, but he didn't even flinch. Instead, he went to the Purple Mansion beneath his sea of consciousness.
When one's cultivation reaches a certain level, a space called the Purple Mansion will automatically open up beneath the Sea of Consciousness. The Sea of Consciousness is used to store spiritual energy, while the Purple Mansion can be used to store magical treasures, elixirs, or even cave dwellings or mountains, rivers, and seas. However, the size of the Purple Mansion depends on the cultivation level. For example, those at the Golden Core or Nascent Soul stages can at most store some natal magical treasures or a few rooms, while those at the Deity Transformation stage and above can store some small cave dwellings.
Jiang Gu, with his abundant spiritual roots and vast dantian, directly absorbed the entire secret realm where the Mermaid Bay ruins were located. If cultivators of his level were to see this, they would be driven mad with jealousy.
Centered on Mermaid Bay, this secret realm also includes a thousand-meter-wide cypress forest and a small section of the underground spiritual vein. This means that if Jiang Gu can successfully refine this secret realm, he will not need to draw spiritual energy from the outside world until he reaches the Mahayana stage. He can even absorb spiritual energy without limit to nourish this spiritual vein, and he can command the rare and precious materials or spirit beasts produced therein, because he is undoubtedly the master of this secret realm.
While patiently waiting for the Divine Kite Shark Scales to wash away his excess spiritual roots, Jiang Gu began to refine this secret realm within his Purple Mansion. He not only intended to refine this secret realm, but also to nourish and tame this spiritual vein. The abundant spiritual energy around him began to surge wildly into his body.
Even Wutuo, who was in the corner, felt this surging power.
No wonder Jiang Gu told him he could use it at will. Such profound spiritual power is not something you can encounter casually. With such a great opportunity in front of him, cultivating a true body is not a pipe dream. It immediately became serious and immersed itself in cultivation with Jiang Gu.
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Six months later, Yang Huazong.
"Bang bang bang!"
A rapid knocking sounded from outside the door.
Wei Feng rolled over, clutching his blanket, mumbled a couple of times, and went back to sleep.
"Wei Feng!! The new disciples have all arrived at the mountain gate. If we don't leave soon, we'll be late for the initiation ceremony!!" Xuan Zhiyan's irritable voice rang out from outside the door. "Get up! Get up, Wei Feng! Stop sleeping!!"
"Ah—I know!" Wei Feng howled, hugging his pillow to cover his ears, wriggled a couple of times, and then fell silent again.
Bang!
The fine golden nanmu door was kicked into pieces, and Xuan Zhiyan rushed in, pulling him out of bed along with the blankets, and said earnestly, "Uncle Wei, how can you still be in the mood to sleep?"
Wei Feng lay limp like a noodle, yawning sleepily, "I didn't go to sleep until 3:45 AM."
"You secretly went to play mahjong with those junior brothers again?" Xuan Zhiyan said with exasperation, "The sect has rules..."
"No, I was reading a storybook last night." Wei Feng said listlessly with dark circles under his eyes, "Playing mahjong is boring. They don't have many spirit stones, so it's not enough for me to win. On your day off, I'll invite you down the mountain to watch a play. I bought a house in Longyun City a few days ago. I'll take you to see it."
"What are you wandering around for!" Xuan Zhiyan grabbed his shoulder, trying to shake him awake. "Ever since you came back from the Chaolong Secret Realm, your cultivation level has dropped from the sixth level of Qi Refining to the first level. Every time I ask you to go to class to cultivate, you make excuses and don't go. And what's the result?"
You either go play with the spirit pets you keep in your garden, or you hang out with those good-for-nothing disciples. Today you go to see the sea of clouds with this junior sister, tomorrow you go to stroll around the city with that senior sister. If they were sincere towards you, that would be fine, but every time you bring spirit stones and gold and silver, you spend it all, throwing thousands or tens of thousands of spirit stones at a time, and they won't even let you touch their sleeves. They're clearly just after your money."
"Isn't the point of spending money to make yourself happy?" Wei Feng yawned, then wanted to lie down and sleep again. "As long as you're good-looking, that's enough."
Xuan Zhiyan's lips twitched.
This is indeed something Wei Feng would do. From childhood to adulthood, everything he does has to be beautiful. Regardless of whether the spirit pets in the back garden are powerful or not, they are all lovely and adorable. His friends and acquaintances are all handsome and dashing. His female disciples, who are close to him, have different cultivation levels, but without exception, they are all recognized beauties with countless suitors within the sect.
He strongly suspected that these three were actually the same species in Wei Feng's mind, but he had no evidence.
"Wake up! You absolutely have to come with me to Touchun Peak today. After the new disciple initiation ceremony, the peak division ceremony will take place. I heard that the sect leader has invited several new elders this year. You have to seize the opportunity to find a master as soon as possible. If you continue like this, you'll really become a useless person!" Xuan Zhiyan gritted his teeth and tried to drag him out of bed.
“I don’t need a master, and no master would want me anyway. Going would only be embarrassing.” Wei Feng’s upper body was still glued to the bed, half-dead. “I will cultivate. I will start cultivating tomorrow. I swear.”
"You've been making this vow for half a year! Every time you say you'll start cultivating tomorrow!" Xuan Zhiyan was so angry that he used his spiritual power to easily pull the person off the bed.
"Xuan Zhiyan, are you trying to die?!" Wei Feng tried to crawl back into the blankets, using both hands and feet. "I can't. My wounds seem to be opening up again. My legs, ouch, my heart hurts terribly too."
“…” Xuan Zhiyan’s lips twitched violently. “You almost bought out all the pills in Medicine Peak to treat your injuries, and those Nascent Soul stage medical cultivators you hired are still on standby at any time.”
Although this guy was lazy, he cherished his life. Relying on his wealth, he regained his fair skin and tender flesh in less than half a year. He was even a little fatter than before. In addition, his bones no longer itch. He had a very happy six months and didn't cultivate for even half a day.
Wei Feng lay on his back on the soft wool carpet and gave him a bright smile. "Zhiyan, okay, Zhiyan, you go by yourself. It doesn't matter whether I go or not. I only read the first part of that storybook last night. If I try hard today, I can finish reading the second part."
“I also want to choose a master today.” Xuan Zhiyan released him.
Wei Feng was stunned.
“You don’t need to hide it from me anymore. The sect leader already told me yesterday that Master’s soul lamp went out half a year ago.” Xuan Zhiyan’s eyes reddened slightly, and he forced a smile. “Actually, I vaguely knew about it when we came out of the Chaolong Secret Realm, but the sect leader was considerate and didn’t say it directly. Although Master was strict, he was very good to us…”
Wei Feng stopped making a fuss, frowned, stood up, patted his shoulder, but couldn't say anything to comfort him.
“But people always have to look forward. The cultivation world is precarious, and one could perish in a single battle. We can’t rely on ourselves now; we need a master to guide us.” Xuan Zhiyan pursed his lips and said, “Wei Feng, I don’t want to go to Touchun Peak alone.”
Wei Feng sighed and put his arm around his shoulder. "Alright, let's go, I'll go with you."
Xuan Zhiyan then stopped crying and started laughing.
"But let me tell you this, I will never become your disciple, even if you kill me. You'd better give up on that idea." Wei Feng casually pulled out a belt, then paused for a moment after holding it in his hand.
"What's wrong?" Xuan Zhiyan looked at the silver-blue belt in his hand.
"It's nothing, I just don't like this one." Wei Feng casually tossed the belt aside and changed into a black one. But then, incongruously, the image of that old pervert's waist from the Chaolong Secret Realm flashed before his eyes. Back then, the other man was dressed in black against the light of the sky, protecting him behind him, with a silver-blue belt around his waist, which was both flashy and... good-looking.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he shuddered and threw away the belt as if it were a hot potato.
"You don't like this one either?" Xuan Zhiyan looked at him, puzzled.
Wei Feng grabbed a red belt haphazardly and dragged him outside, saying, "That old pervert always wears these two colors of belt. Whenever I see them, I feel like I'm going to die soon."
Xuan Zhiyan nodded in complete understanding.
"This is not a good omen; it means it's not a good day for me to become an apprentice," Wei Feng said confidently before jumping onto the flying boat heading towards Touchun Peak.
“But you ended up choosing the red one.” Xuan Zhiyan followed closely behind.
"Huh?" Wei Feng turned around in confusion.
Xuan Zhiyan said seriously, "Red is festive, and who knows which new elder might take you in."
Wei Feng crossed his arms and put his legs on the window frame, scoffing, "Then he must be blind."
The burning spirit stone emitted a blue-green light, and the flying boat swayed a few times before suddenly soaring into the sky.
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