Feng Jiutian stared at Xiang Wan with wide eyes, his heart churning with turmoil.
He was only stunned for a moment, never expecting the person to crawl right into his arms!
If I push them away, a hurricane will come right behind them, and the person in my arms will be swept away immediately; if I hold on, we haven't known each other for long, and I don't know their identity yet, which goes against my usual principles.
Do not look at what is improper, do not speak what is improper, do not listen to what is improper. Taking advantage of someone's misfortune is absolutely not the behavior of a gentleman!
He silently chanted to himself for a long time, suppressing his thoughts, almost as if he were treating Xiang Wan like a wooden stake. Unexpectedly, she pressed her cheek against his chest, even rubbing against it, and seemed to smell a faint, sweet fragrance lingering around his nose…
"you--"
Alarm bells rang in Feng Jiutian's mind, and his brows furrowed. He was convinced that Xiang Wan must have used some kind of bewitching magic to shake his firm resolve to cultivate immortality and become a god. Instinctively, he raised his hands, grabbed her shoulders, and tried to push her away.
However, upon touching it, it was silky smooth and tender, warm as water, and boneless, as if what he was holding was not a person at all, but an unbelievably soft ball of cotton.
Xiang Wan frowned and cried out in pain at just the right moment. Her soft moan went straight to his eardrums and sounded like a thunderclap in Feng Jiutian's mind.
Stunned, he forgot to let go for a moment. When he came to his senses, Xiang Wan was looking at him with a look of reproach, her eyes shimmering as if he were a wicked lecher, her eyes filled with accusation and pleading.
Feng Jiutian's head buzzed, and for a moment, he forgot where he was. He pushed the hot potato in his arms away abruptly.
Xiang Wan had anticipated this move and seized the opportunity to grab his neck, vowing never to let go.
Her face pressed against his profile, and the fragrance became even stronger.
When Feng Jiutian realized what was happening and reached out to pry open Xiang Wan's arm, he discovered that the robe that had been blocking their way had already fallen to the ground, and her perfect body was pressed tightly against his chest. It seemed that there were two soft breasts pressing against his nerves.
Now, Feng Jiutian was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to push or hug, his gaze fixed on the black storm behind Xiang Wan. Occasionally, he would catch glimpses of a few ghostly figures spinning rapidly in the wind, as well as scattered skeletons, using these to distract himself from his current predicament.
From the time he could remember, he knew that immortals existed in the world, and cultivating immortality to become a god was the ultimate dream of people like him. After being brought into Qingyun Peak by his master, Immortal Kan Yun, he became a closed-door disciple, focusing all his attention on cultivation and rarely paying attention to the miscellaneous affairs of the sect. His cultivation progressed by leaps and bounds, and in just a few hundred years, he went from the initial Qi Refining stage to Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, and Nascent Soul. In less than a thousand years, he had already cultivated into a Saint Infant. There were no bottlenecks in his progress, and it was incredibly smooth.
Master Kan Yun, the Immortal, had already entered the ranks of immortals and had just begun to grasp the true meaning of rudimentary fortune-telling. At that time, he wanted to go out to seek opportunities, citing his stagnation in the Holy Infant stage for hundreds of years. Before leaving, his master warned him not to go southwest, otherwise he would experience a great calamity. If he survived, he could enter the Mahayana stage and ascend to immortality without any problem; if he failed, he would die and perish, falling into an abyss of eternal damnation.
Cultivating immortality is about cultivating this unwavering determination and indomitable courage.
He doesn't believe in fate, nor does he believe in mysterious calculations.
If a person's life is predetermined at birth, with a specific trajectory and ultimate destiny, then why do so many people choose the ethereal path of cultivation in order to fight against fate?
There are three thousand paths to the same destination. Winning can change your own and others' destinies; losing means being manipulated by others. Such is the way of the world, and such is fate.
When Feng Jiutian chose this path, he had already disregarded life and death, so what was a mere tribulation? He wandered aimlessly through the world, not deliberately avoiding the southwest direction, but mostly heading towards areas far from the southwest. Unexpectedly, he encountered an abandoned altar on the road, and after only a brief stop there, he was sucked into a black hole and fell into this endless abyss devoid of spiritual energy.
Having observed this place for so long, I'm increasingly certain that this is the final resting place of the demon race, the Netherworld Abyss, a place littered with corpses, as recorded in ancient books. And the Netherworld Abyss is located in the southwest.
Originally, he thought whether he could escape or not was the key to his entry into Mahayana Buddhism. Now, he was no longer sure.
He wasn't afraid of tribulations, whether they were life-or-death trials, trials of inner demons, or even the most ordinary heavenly lightning tribulation. Because he had no inner demons, he was unafraid of heavenly lightning, and he didn't care about life-or-death trials. The only one he hadn't experienced, which the world said was a near-death experience, was probably the tribulation of love.
He has never felt love, nor will he ever feel love, for he has chosen the path of ruthlessness. Only by being heartless and emotionless can one become a god.
The appearance of a woman in the Abyss, who was unafraid of the Nether Flame and did not eat or drink, was strange in itself. He did not pay any attention to her, considering her merely a creature to pass the time and find an exit, nothing more.
But now, he's a little uncertain.
This woman was flesh and blood; she felt fear and could be hurt, and she was utterly powerless. Although he had his suspicions, he couldn't indiscriminately kill the innocent. Even the ruthless path believed in cause and effect, and couldn't be devoid of right and wrong.
The person in his arms had never done anything against the will of Heaven, and even if she did in the future, he would simply kill her then. But now, he couldn't just kill her with his sword because he was afraid she would commit murder in the future; that was not the path he pursued.
At this moment, Feng Jiutian seemed to have gained some enlightenment. With the change in his state of mind, the spiritual power in his body began to circulate rapidly. As the spiritual power vortex rotated, the holy infant in his body became more and more solid. The small infant in his dantian had its eyes tightly closed, and it seemed that it was about to open.
At this point, how could Xiang Wan not know about the changes within his body?
If his cultivation doesn't improve at all, this Demon Abyss will likely be their only refuge for the rest of their lives.
In that case, Xiang Wan wouldn't mind seeing him off.
As the Three Pure Ones Scripture was activated, his spiritual consciousness slowly entered Feng Jiutian's body. With the circulation of spiritual power within him, it helped him clear away the impurities that had been hidden in the past, and helped him quickly solidify his Holy Infant.
Those who reach the Saint Infant realm certainly possess a sea of consciousness and a considerable amount of spiritual awareness. A malicious attack on the sea of consciousness would likely be annihilated by Feng Jiutian's own spiritual awareness in less than an instant.
However, Xiang Wan's spiritual consciousness posed no threat whatsoever and was constantly extending goodwill, even helping to cleanse the meridians of tiny impurities that his own spiritual consciousness had not noticed.
Therefore, his consciousness joyfully accepted Xiang Wan's consciousness, and there was a subtle tendency for him to merge with it.
Feng Jiutian was completely absorbed in his cultivation. The actions of his consciousness surprised him, but he did not stop them.
If he could quickly improve his cultivation, it would only increase his strength to escape the Demon Abyss. As for the favor he owed the woman before him, if she wanted to leave, he would give her a ride, and that would settle the debt.
Cultivating immortality involves cultivating karma, cultivating one's character, and also cultivating past and present lives. Therefore, most people who become immortals must resolve their karmic obstacles one by one in order to reduce inner demons and successfully overcome tribulations.
Didn't Feng Jiutian boast that he had never had any inner demons?
Fine, Xiang Wan wants him to owe her, the more the better, and when he can never repay her, what will he use to pay her back!
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