Chapter 50 Guardian
"Hmm, what's wrong?" Chang Hao didn't feel that he was any different.
"You've already reached the level of a quasi-saint and you don't even know it?" Hongjun didn't think Chang Hao was a careless person, so how could he be so negligent towards him?
"I've already reached the Quasi-Saint level?" Chang Hao suddenly realized, he hadn't even noticed his own rise and fall.
"Yes, this state is called Quasi-Saint, also known as Half-Step Saint." Hongjun was very pleased.
"I never expected that just going to the Primordial World would lead to a breakthrough. Perhaps it was seeing the green mountains and clear waters of the Primordial World that broadened my mind and made the breakthrough a natural outcome." Chang Hao's Dao heart was firm and he had already gained experience, so his cultivation was naturally easy.
Hongjun rummaged through his collection, ignoring Luo Hou's Four Swords of Zhuxian, Pangu Banner, and Taiji Diagram, and took out the Qiankun Cauldron that had been with him for a long time. "I won't take your good stuff for nothing. I'll give you the Qiankun Cauldron. It can be used to sever corpses."
In all honesty, Chang Hao was not scheming to take advantage of Hongjun's resources, nor did he intend to exchange a small amount for a large one.
"I do not sever my three corpses. I accept everything about myself, whether it be good or evil, obsession or not. They are all part of me and cannot be separated. The Qiankun Cauldron would be of little use to me." Chang Hao looked back sincerely. He was not following the path of severing the three corpses that Hongjun strongly advocated, but rather the path of proving the Dao through force, which was similar to Pangu's.
“I already told you, you won’t be able to distinguish Rahu,” Hongjun said frankly. “You can rest assured to sever the corpse.”
Although Chang Hao had guessed it, Hongjun's directness made Chang Hao feel a chill run down his spine, bringing him one step closer to Hongjun killing him to silence him. His hands holding the Qiankun Cauldron were burning hot.
"You should keep your old savings for yourself. I've already told you I won't sever corpses." Chang Hao grabbed Hongjun's hand, placed the shrunken, hot potato 'Qiankun Cauldron' steadily in Hongjun's palm, and considerately closed it for him.
"You weren't really scared by Luo Hou?" Hongjun understood that Chang Hao had just left Zixiao Palace and was facing a tough opponent like Luo Hou, so it was inevitable that he would have inner demons. "Severing the three corpses is the safest option. It's not too late to do it now."
"If you don't like the Qiankun Cauldron, I can give you the Golden Lotus of Merit." As for the Pangu Banner and the Taiji Diagram, even if Hongjun wanted to give them to Chang Hao, the Heavenly Dao would not allow him to obtain them.
"No, I can't accept an incomplete me. I want a complete self." Chang Hao resolutely refused. The final step of severing the three corpses is to merge the three corpses back into one's own body. Even the founder himself couldn't do that. He stepped into the pit and got himself into it. Don't expect him to go into that pit again. Does he cherish his own life?
Speaking of the integrity of his soul, Chang Hao suddenly remembered that his tiny fragment of soul was still being held by Hongjun. "Where is that little bit of soul I had with you? Can you give it back to me now?"
Hongjun's hands, hidden within his wide sleeves, clenched tightly. "I can't give it to you for now. The curse is somewhat complex, having passed through the hands of many people, resulting in mutations. I need to study it further."
This is absolutely terrible. Besides Rahu, there is another saint whose aura is extremely similar to Rahu's, as well as a peak Quasi-Saint. Who could it be? Hongjun had no clue at all.
Chang Hao left dejectedly after failing to get his way, turning back every few steps to say, "Then you'd better keep it safe, there can't be any mishaps."
"If you leave it with me, there's no chance of anything going wrong," Hongjun said confidently. If he couldn't even keep an eye on Chang Hao's soul, what kind of saint was he?
Seeing Hongjun's confident demeanor and considering Hongjun's abilities, Chang Hao suppressed his worries.
Chang Hao tapped his head. "I'm so stupid. That's Hongjun. Who could take something from him?" He really needs to get rid of this paranoid habit.
"Senior brother, why are you hitting your head with a fan?" Yaochi suddenly popped her head out, her face full of curiosity.
"It's nothing," Chang Hao awkwardly lowered his hand, regaining his composure. "Come on, your senior brother will guide you in cultivation. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."
"Senior brother, teach me swordsmanship." Yaochi suppressed her curiosity and obediently followed Chang Hao. She should start cultivating properly. There were many talented people in the prehistoric world, and she couldn't always rely on her senior brother's protection.
“Alright, sword practice is not something that can be accomplished overnight; it requires hard work.” Chang Hao made it clear beforehand. In order not to damage the peach grove, Chang Hao reinforced the sword practice area, isolating it from spiritual energy so that one could better comprehend the essence of swordsmanship.
Chang Hao's sword intent was not fierce; on the contrary, it was like a visual feast, with ice melting and snow thawing, stars adorning the sky, the sun and moon shining in parallel, illuminating the entire land.
After a sword practice session, the surrounding peach blossoms became even more radiant.
Hongjun's eyes deepened in the back hall. This was the result even though Chang Hao hadn't used his magic. If he had, the peaches might have ripened prematurely for him.
Hongjun chuckled softly, realizing Haotian's resolve: to protect him? He would sacrifice himself to ensure his eternal existence, regardless of the hardships ahead, even unto death.
Hongjun was deeply curious about what Chang Hao was protecting.
Yaochi was bewildered but impressed, feeling dazzled and mesmerized by the visual feast Chang Hao had presented to her.
"How is it? How many points did you memorize?" Chang Hao sheathed his sword and bent down to ask.
Yaochi woke up with a start, stammering, her eyes darting around, feeling very guilty. She quickly realized, "You blockhead, your senior brother isn't just showing off his sword to please you."
"It's alright, let's take it slow and start with the basics." Seeing this, Chang Hao knew that Yaochi's talent in swordsmanship was limited, so he would just practice like this and consider it as another way to defend himself. "This is the peach wood sword that the Peach Tree gave to my senior brother back then. Today, I'm giving it to you. You can use it to practice swordsmanship from now on. I hope you will always be vigilant and not slack off."
Yaochi breathed a sigh of relief, took the peach wood sword, and felt very happy. She thought her senior brother had already lost the peach wood sword.
"This peach wood sword has another wonderful use. When shrunk, it can calm the mind, ward off evil spirits, and prevent evil from invading. You can wear it on your person; it suits you best." This sword was transformed from a branch that the peach tree willingly gave up. There is no other sword like it in the whole world. If it weren't for Yaochi, Chang Hao wouldn't be willing to give it away.
Yaochi nodded solemnly, gripping her peach wood sword and ready for battle. She was determined to learn her senior brother's swordsmanship so that one day she could protect him. Looking at her senior brother, who never fought or grabbed anything, she was worried he would be bullied to death in the future.
Chang Hao was unaware that the small Yaochi harbored grand ambitions and endless worries, wholeheartedly dedicated to helping Yaochi solidify its foundation and strive for a future breakthrough.
"Yaochi, when cultivating, you must have a calm mind and a unified spirit, and your qi should follow your breath." Chang Hao keenly noticed that Yaochi's aura was unstable and couldn't help but remind her.
Yaochi tried hard to enter a deep meditative state, but she was still restless and said dejectedly, "I'm sorry, senior brother, I can't calm down."
Yaochi was a diligent child. Chang Hao pondered for a moment and suddenly realized that he had made Yaochi meditate for nearly a thousand years.
"Since you can't calm down, don't force yourself. I'll take you to visit Lishan. You haven't seen your senior brother's Lishan yet, have you?" Chang Hao secretly blamed himself for being careless; Yaochi was still too small.
Yaochi's eyes lit up, and she quickly stood up, her anticipation evident in her expression.
Chang Hao used his eyes as a measuring stick and noticed that Yaochi had risen quite a bit. He felt a sense of relief, like an old father.
"Where is your Lishan Mountain located, senior brother?"
"In the East." Chang Hao led Yaochi on a cloud, slowly drifting over, taking the journey as a sightseeing trip.
"Why choose the East? What makes it so special?" Yaochi stared at the beautiful mountains and rivers below, but couldn't see what was so special about the East.
"Senior brother likes the East and also likes Lishan." Chang Hao gazed at the primordial world from the clouds, a trace of nostalgia and melancholy flashing in his eyes. How long ago was it that he, too, looked down at the mountains and rivers from high above.
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