Chapter 241 Eighty-one
He Cen had no strength left and could not react at all. His current cultivation level was not high enough, and it was like Heaven was forcing the power on him. It would be strange if the little sword spirit felt any better.
Bei Qi used the magic grass to regulate his meridians, and He Cen finally woke up, "Master~"
Several people touched his forehead. The little sword spirit felt extremely hot all over at this moment, and the damp heat from his breath was sickly.
The four people of Jun Dynasty frowned, "Hehe, get up quickly, meditate and regulate your breathing. Your spiritual power is overflowing. If you don't adjust it, there will be big problems."
He Cen felt pain all over his body. This kind of heavy load to improve his cultivation was not what he wanted. However, in a short period of time, if he did not accept the gift from heaven, it would not be reliable to rely on other forces to improve his cultivation.
But this process is a bit too painful.
No one can withstand the power of heavenly thunder. Ordinary cultivators treat it as a thunder tribulation to overcome. How could they consume so much at one time?
The situation improved a little after the little sword spirit was placed into the cold spring. However, the heat inside He Cen's body almost turned the cold spring into a hot spring.
He originally had long golden hair, and now after being infused with excessive spiritual power by the heavenly thunder, each strand of hair became more delicate and dazzling than before. Now even his skin seemed to be shiny and bright.
The little sword spirit had no strength left and felt uncomfortable with a burning sensation all over his body. He lay on the edge of the pool, breathing heavily. He didn't even have the energy to respond when his master spoke to him.
My whole body feels soft and fluffy, and I can't stand it if I touch it.
Seeing him like this, the four masters felt distressed and a little itchy. Bei Qi sat beside the pool, lifted his wet long hair, and gently stroked it, "Baby, are you still not well?"
He Cen was mumbling to himself, and the spiritual energy in his body could not be released. He felt dizzy and drowsy, as if he was in a dream.
He felt the coolness of Jun Chao's skin touching him and it was very comfortable, so he pressed his hand against his.
"Master, I'm so hot."
Jun Chao held his face and said, "Wake up, He He, don't sleep here. If you don't adjust yourself, you will get suffocated."
The little sword spirit's condition made them feel embarrassed, so they took turns to comfort him. Only then did He Cen feel a little better.
Bei Qi and Wen Qing boiled a lot of soups for clearing the mind and improving eyesight, and coaxed He Cen to drink a lot of them. Only then did he seem to be less drowsy. After he became a little conscious, He Cen's coquettish spirit came up, and he nestled in his own little space, humming and not wanting to move.
It shrinks back and cries out in pain if touched slightly.
The four masters were helpless, "He He, you can't just stay still. Your spiritual power has been accumulated for too long."
He Cen used her beautiful, moist eyes to plead pitifully, "But it hurts so much, I don't want to move."
"If you don't move, it will hurt more. Merge your spiritual power with the spirit sword of your original body and temper your heart and blood. Don't be lazy, be obedient, baby."
He Cen asked the four of them to coax him but he couldn't bear it anymore and could only stand up and meditate with a bitter face.
Bei Qi held his little face and rubbed it, "Why are you so bitter and resentful? You bit our teachers pretty badly."
"Look at my tail. I told you to pluck out all the hair."
He Cen frowned bitterly, "I'm sorry, Master~"
Bei Qi smiled and rubbed his face. "Okay, my dear, hurry up and practice. This opportunity is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. You should have reached the middle stage of the Yuan Infant stage by now. You must seize it."
He Cen managed to muster some strength, but he was actually still in great pain, and his complexion didn't look right.
Several of his masters had been in trouble, and were not in any better shape. They were all trying to stay here and guard the little sword spirit.
He looked at the others and said, "You guys should just go back to the prison. Don't worry about me. I can adjust myself after a rest. Don't worry about me."
"I am the sword spirit after all, so it is easier for me to absorb spiritual power than you guys. Don't worry about me, just take care of yourself first."
Bo Lou reached out and poked his face. "Look at you now, you look so weak and powerless. How can we be at ease?"
"Once you are more stable, it won't be too late for us to close the door."
It was difficult for him to get up, and several masters had to stay here to coax him. He Cen had no choice but to summon his original body with all his strength to refine his spiritual power here.
In fact, most of his spiritual power had been transferred away by several masters. The main reason for his body pain was because those powerful forces used his sword spirit as a carrier and traveled through his body.
He Cen was equivalent to a channel. Those powerful explosive forces were gathered and preserved through the special existence of the Sword Spirit, and then dispersed among the four masters.
This back and forth was too exhausting for He Cen, who was only in the Yuanying period.
It would be strange if he didn't feel pain all over.
Needless to say, the power of Heaven is powerful. Even the four masters are in the middle stage of fusion. Which one of them is not much higher than him?
There was no preparation at all beforehand, it was just transmitted forcefully, and the meridians in He Cen's body were stretched twice as wide.
Although it is quite painful, it is not entirely without benefits. In the future, his cultivation will be faster and smoother, and the spiritual power flowing through the meridians will be more than twice as wide as usual, making it easier to absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
For the Sword Spirit, it is a hundred benefits with no harm.
It’s true that I suffered a lot in the early stages.
This happened suddenly, and no one was prepared. Seeing that the little sword spirit was better, the four masters quickly went into seclusion. The power of the Heavenly Dao is not something that ordinary people can bear, and they have reached their limit by enduring until now.
Before Bei Qi closed the door, he patted his head and gently reminded him, "Baby, don't force yourself. Call us if you need anything. If you feel uncomfortable, come in and find Master."
He Cen sat there obediently and nodded at them, "You guys go ahead, I can do it alone."
"The power of Heaven is strong. I have given a lot to you. Masters, you must also work hard to improve yourself."
Several people agreed and soon disappeared from sight.
When He Cen felt a little better, he went to see Xidai. The girl hadn't woken up yet, and Yin Qiao had been taking care of her.
"Uncle Junior Master, are you okay? The thunder tribulation a few days ago..."
He Cen waved his hands weakly, "It's okay, you saw everything?"
"Such a huge thunderbolt, ninety-nine eighty-one, spread all over the cultivation world."
"I have never seen a cultivator who has ever been struck by such a powerful thunder tribulation."
He Cen frowned slightly, "Eighty-one?"
Oh my God, the Heaven is trying to strike him directly down to the Spiritual Transformation Stage. The Heaven really thinks highly of him.
Others succeeded in becoming gods by withstanding the thunder tribulation, but he was different. He absorbed all the 81 heavenly thunders. It would be strange if his energy did not explode.
Yin Qiao was very envious of his abundant spiritual power, "Junior Uncle-Master, you have so much spiritual power, it's all overflowing..."
He Cen was stunned, looked down at the golden spiritual power slowly flowing out of his hair, and smiled helplessly, "It's okay, if I can't use it all, I'll just treat it as a reward from nature."