novelapdf Chapter 115 A Gentle Breeze
Chapter 115 A Gentle Breeze
Chapter 116 A Gentle Breeze
The overwhelming penetrating power of the Mountain-Crushing Force blasted directly into the scarred cultivator's body along the hilt of the sword.
"Bang!"
The scarred monk's body exploded in mid-air like a bursting blood bag, turning into a cloud of blood mist.
Minced meat and bone fragments were scattered all over the ground.
The battle lasted only three breaths from start to finish.
The two cultivators at the Refinement of Spirit stage were completely destroyed.
Fan Yuan withdrew his fist and casually waved his hand, sending a gust of wind that dispersed the surrounding stench of blood.
He stood there, his breathing gradually calming down.
As the battle ended, the withered, lifeless feeling emanating from him gradually dissipated, replaced by an indescribable sense of clarity and tranquility.
Although there was no light inside the cave, a faint halo of dawn light emanated from his body.
This is the result of his months of seclusion, practicing the "Breathing and Breathing Techniques" day and night.
The illusory image of his soul within his sea of consciousness grew stronger day by day under the nourishment of the clouds and mist, and began to feed back into his physical body, changing his temperament.
In the corner, the three rogue cultivators trembled, not daring to even breathe.
However, just as the female cultivator was about to move, her eyes suddenly lit up. Enduring the pain, she struggled to her feet and respectfully bowed, saying, "Thank you for saving my life, senior—do you still remember me? I am Liu Qing!"
Before Fan Yuan could respond, Liu Qing had already pulled the two people beside her to kneel down, her hands trembling slightly as she presented a jade box, her voice earnest: "Senior, I understand the rules! This is a hundred-year-old purple-veined fruit that I obtained by chance. I wish to offer it to you, senior, and only beg you to spare our lives—"
A hint of doubt flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes. He recognized the woman as Liu Qing, the one he had parted ways with in Qingmufang City.
Just a few months later, they met again in this place. This coincidence made him wary. Could it be that this woman had been following him all along?
He pondered for a moment and asked a few more questions. Liu Qing dared not hide anything and recounted the whole story.
Fan Yuan enveloped the three people in front of him with his divine sense, his brows furrowed slightly, but he couldn't see any flaws.
He walked straight to the two sets of corpses, reached out and beckoned, and two storage bags fell into his hands.
He probed into the contents with his divine sense and took a quick inventory. He found some scattered pills and a few magical artifacts, a decent haul.
Upon seeing this, Liu Qing felt a chill run down her spine. Without hesitation, she quickly signaled her two companions to take off their storage bags and place them on the ground, along with the jade box containing the spirit fruit.
Fan Yuan was stunned for a moment before taking the jade box. He glanced coldly at the three of them.
"roll."
There is only one word.
The three of them felt as if they had been granted a pardon and scrambled out of the cave, fearing that their capricious senior might change his mind.
The cave returned to calm.
Fan Yuan sat down cross-legged again, focusing his consciousness inward and sinking into his sea of consciousness.
Deep within the sea of consciousness, the ancient [Primordial Myriad Forms Mirror] floated quietly, its surface shimmering with a faint blue light.
A line of information appeared on the mirror:
[Host: Fan Yuan]
[Cultivation Level: Perfected Spirit Refinement]
[Techniques: Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique, Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique, Breathing and Cloud Exhalation Technique, Corpse Dissolution Method (Fragment)]
[Supernatural Power (Prototype): Third Level of "Mountain Collapse Force"]
Lifespan: 349 years remaining
Number of clones that can be created: 3
Looking at the information transmitted by the [Primordial Mirror of All Phenomena], a hint of satisfaction flashed in Fan Yuan's eyes.
The period of seclusion has yielded remarkable results.
Although Shen Feng's clone was imprisoned in Wuzhuang Temple, he obtained the basic breathing techniques of the "Green Wood Nourishing Spirit Technique" and the escape techniques of the "Wind Control and Cloud Flowing Technique" from the library of Wuzhuang Temple.
The "Breathing Clouds and Mist Chapter" is a precious method for condensing the illusory image of the soul in the sea of consciousness, which also makes his spiritual strength far exceed that of others of the same level.
As for that book, *The Corpse Dissection Method (Fragment)* —
Fan Yuan's mind flashed back to the White Bone Demon's miraculous corpse-dissolving abilities.
This was a fragment he painstakingly extracted from the White Bone Demon by sacrificing the lives of several of his clones.
Although it is incomplete and cannot be fully formed into a true supernatural power, it is enough as a trump card for escaping danger.
In this world fraught with danger, having an extra trump card means having an extra life.
"My spiritual energy reserves are also sufficient."
Fan Yuan's divine sense swept over the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror] once more.
There, a demon avatar with cultivation at the mid-stage of the Refining Spirit realm was meditating with its eyes closed, constantly inhaling and exhaling spiritual energy.
This clone was created by Fan Yuan using the high-grade magic weapon Ghost Head Saber that he had seized from the scarred cultivator.
Unfortunately, the blade had already been shattered into dust by his own Mountain-Shattering Force. Otherwise, he secretly estimated that if a complete high-grade magic weapon were put into the [Primordial Myriad Appearances Mirror], the clone he could condense would have a cultivation level of at least the late stage of Refining Spirit.
At the same time, this was also a clone he had deliberately prepared. Once the main body's spiritual power was exhausted, this clone could instantly replenish all the spiritual power to the main body, in case of unforeseen circumstances.
"There is one clone slot left."
After a moment's thought, Fan Yuan decided to postpone the process of gathering the materials.
The last spot must be tailored to the specific circumstances. Since the situation at the next location is uncertain, keeping this spot open will give him more flexibility.
"Whether it's a coincidence or not, we can't stay here any longer."
Fan Yuan stood up and flicked a tiny flame with his finger.
The flames landed on the bloodstains and bits of flesh on the ground, instantly turning into raging flames that burned away all traces, leaving not even a speck of ash.
After cleaning up the scene, Fan Yuan walked out of the cave.
Outside the cave, the sky was bright and a gentle breeze was blowing.
After months of seclusion, countless changes have occurred in the outside world. The pilgrimage team should be about to reach its next destination.
Fan Yuan looked up towards the west.
His figure gradually faded in the sunlight, eventually transforming into an invisible breeze that silently merged into the world.
The journey to the West continues.
Next stop: Wanzishan Mountain and Boyue Cave.
There, a great demon known as the Yellow Robe Monster dwells, along with a complex cause and effect involving the celestial constellations and the hidden true form of the White Bone Demon.
At the outer gate of Wuzhuang Temple, Zhao Ji was craning his neck, his anxious expression barely concealed. Before long, a figure walked out from inside the gate; it was Wang Xu, the head steward of the outer gate.
Zhao Ji hurriedly stepped forward, bowed, and said with a smile, "How have you been, Steward Wang? We are deeply grateful for your protection over the years."
Before he finished speaking, he silently handed over a storage bag.
Wang Xu did not reach out to take it, but frowned slightly: "I have heard about your matter."
Zhao Ji's expression changed slightly, and Wang Xu continued, "That outer disciple Liu Yun was bribed by your Zhao family and tried to take Shen Feng's life first. Your clan's disciples did the same. Wuzhuang Temple did not pursue the Zhao family's crimes because of your hard work. Do not mention this matter again."
He paused, his tone softening slightly, but with an added warning: "As for Shen Feng, considering our years of friendship, I'll tell you something: he has already received a reward from the Great Immortal and is now a formal outer disciple. If you still want to harm him, you'll only be making a mistake."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Ji was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something more, but Wang Xu had already turned and left without looking back.
Zhao Ji stood there, his fists clenched, his eyes filled with resentment and incomprehension.
"It must be him! That Shen Feng must be the real culprit who murdered my nephew and niece!"
But then he was filled with doubt and suspicion. If Shen Feng had colluded with outsiders to steal the ginseng fruit, why was he rewarded instead?
Given the protection offered by Wuzhuang Temple, Wang Xu's earlier warning was clearly meant to tell him not to pursue the matter any further.
Zhao Ji felt increasingly frustrated, but there was nothing he could do. He stood there for a long time before finally flicking his sleeves and turning to leave.