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Chapter 238: Initiation into the Art
Chapter 238: Initiation into the Art
Zhu Shi, the senior disciple, snapped out of his reverie and slowly rose to his feet. Three wispy, white cloud patterns drifted quietly from his body.
He lowered his gaze at Shen Yi and murmured an obscure incantation.
"..."
The violent emotions in Shen Yi's heart were washed away by a strange sense of coolness, and his fierce expression gradually softened.
Zhu Shi withdrew the Qian Yuan sword from his waist and placed the hilt in Shen Yi's palm. He still looked dazed and said, "You... you're rushing things."
"Thank you, Master Skull," Shen Yi replied.
Shen Yi breathed a sigh of relief, and the red mist in his eyes quickly faded.
"You... you're welcome," Zhu Shi stammered, shaking his head.
Upon hearing this, Shen Yi pondered for a moment before saying, "Golden Body Technique."
These three words seemed to act like a switch, and Zhu Shi's expression became a little clearer as he spoke more fluently, "I know the Clear Heart Mantra. If you feel something is amiss, just call out to me. However, this mantra is a minor technique, and using it too much will make you reliant on it."
"You should still try your best to comprehend the 'Suppress' character formula of the Golden Body Technique."
"I understand."
Shen Yi nodded, never imagining that the harm caused by stray thoughts could be so terrifying.
In fact, the average person's thoughts were nothing to a cultivator.
But when that number swelled to tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands, even he found it a bit overwhelming.
With this experience, Shen Yi continued to cautiously channel his lifespan into the Golden Body Technique.
He would stop for a while after channeling a few hundred years' worth, and so it went.
[6,300 years: You feel as if your soul is filled with stray thoughts, and any more would cause your mind to completely shatter. You must suppress them all, but where... You glance at Qinghua Lady beside you.]
As Shen Yi read the prompt on the panel, his face turned deathly pale, and he suddenly realized, "That's right, I still have my demon soul!"
[6,900 years: You've placed all these stray thoughts into Qinghua Lady's soul. Seeing her suffering alongside you, sitting and hugging herself, your heart suddenly calms.]
Shen Yi's body, which was leaning against the rack, suddenly went limp, and he began to breathe heavily.
Zhu Shi looked on curiously but noticed that the young man's eyes were clear and relaxed.
He fell silent: "..."
After a moment, a look of astonishment appeared on his face. "Junior brother, have you already crossed over?"
"Halfway," Shen Yi replied as he struggled to sit up straight.
Whether he could make it through or not depended on how much more Qinghua Lady could endure.
She was a demon, the very existence that these stray thoughts hated the most. Now, she was forcibly burdened with these thoughts, as if being grilled and fried in oil, enduring a torturous hell.
Enduring all the sufferings of the world to protect the supreme law of her master.
This moment seemed to be a fulfillment of that promise.
These stray thoughts were like mind demons. The more demon lifespan Shen Yi poured into them, the more intense the torment became.
After thousands of years of deduction, all the emotions were poured into Shen Yi's mind in just a few breaths... It would be strange if he didn't go insane.
He endured the first half of the torment, and the rest depended on Qinghua's ability.
"Halfway?"
Zhu Shi didn't quite understand, but a strange emotion that he rarely experienced welled up within him.
He touched his face, feeling the changes in his facial features.
He had seen this expression on many people's faces, but it was usually directed at him.
Astonishment? Shen Yi noted the change in his senior brother's expression but didn't say anything to explain.
The obstacle his senior brother faced was actually very simple.
It was simply that his innate talent was too high, and his subconscious didn't even consider himself human anymore.
This problem was the easiest to solve.
The last person who thought her talent was unmatched, Jiang Qiuluan, had nearly shattered her Dao heart under the might of Shen Yi's abundant demon lifespan.
Letting his senior brother experience it once would ensure a cure.
...
The small attic seemed ordinary, but it was actually the most heavily guarded place in the Great Qiance Dynasty.
Naturally, no one disturbed them.
More than ten days passed in the blink of an eye.
Shen Yi sat in a corner, and the only difference between him and the skull rack next to him was that he still had flesh on his bones.
He was simply resting.
Eighteen thousand years of demon lifespan had earned him entry into the Arhat Golden Body Technique.
At this moment, he could finally begin to forge his true golden body.
"..."
Zhu Shi'xiong crouched beside him, reciting the Clear Heart Mantra for Shen Yi. He watched as the young man sat in the corner and then crossed the abyss that he himself had not been able to reach in three thousand nine hundred years.
He felt a strange sourness in his heart.
But he couldn't quite describe the feeling.
"Envious?" Shen Yi glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow.
"Not just that." Zhu Shi'xiong shook his head. The feeling of envy was something he had experienced about seven days ago; what he felt now ran deeper.
"Then it's jealousy." Shen Yi pondered for a moment before offering his conclusion.
The two seriously discussed their emotions, creating a slightly bizarre scene.
"Yes, I'm jealous of you," Zhu Shi'xiong nodded earnestly.
"That's enough." Shen Yi patted the skeleton's shoulder and then stumbled to his feet, making his way to another rack.
"Is there something that interests you, junior brother?" Zhu Jue stood up. Even without mentioning the Golden Body Technique, his words flowed smoothly.
"I've had my fill of profound studies for now. Time for something simpler to refresh my mind."
Shen Yi's spiritual sense quickly scanned over a dozen jade slips.
"Makes sense," Zhu Jue agreed, having experienced the same himself. In the past, he had read all sorts of miscellaneous books, but he had never come across the mixed martial arts techniques. They always seemed a bit crude to him.
"What's next on your agenda, junior brother?"
He sensed that this young junior brother of his intended to leave.
"I'm going to the Martial Temple to ask Senior Brother Wu for a vacancy."
Shen Yi glanced at the additional row of words on the panel and then bid farewell to the skeleton senior brother with a respectful bow before turning to leave the attic.
"Look!"
As the youth in the ink-black robe exited the attic, over a dozen Yin Gods simultaneously turned their gazes towards him.
Some, with thicker skins, had already approached him.
"Shen Yi, have you chosen your preferred Golden Body Technique?"
"Thank you, I have." Shen Yi nodded.
Upon hearing this, the Martial Immortals present all had slight changes in their expressions, their smiles strained as their eyes held a hidden sense of shock.
The youth was essentially acknowledging that he had achieved the level of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal.
Terrifying!
The previous rumors were true; this genius truly possessed an unbelievably powerful absorption ability.
Now that he had chosen a Golden Body Technique... he would undoubtedly be drawing upon the incense wishes of the Martial Temple disciples.
Thinking of this, most of them still congratulated him, but a few had a hint of strangeness in their eyes.
Zhu Jue had already proven through personal experience that talent might not necessarily lead to success in refining a golden body.
However, since he hadn't consumed much, even if it was wasted, the loss would be limited.
But if it were this young man... the situation would be completely different.
In a short time, he had consumed all the incense wishes of the Demon Subduing Office and achieved the level of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal. How long would it take him to consume all the incense wishes of the Great Qian Dynasty... a year?
If he failed to forge his golden body, the consequences would be unimaginable.
...
Inside the grand hall of the Martial Temple, four figures in blue robes had just finished a training session.
Wu Dao'an sighed and unconsciously muttered, "Ah."
"What's wrong? Has our junior brother gone off to inspect the Nine Provinces again?" The plump Qin Miaozhu asked with a hearty laugh.
"No, that's not it."
Wu Dao'an shook his head and said with a sense of relief, "He's been cultivating in the Martial Treasury... I just feel like he doesn't get along with us very well."
Since the first time he entered the Imperial City.
Up until now, they had only met three times.
"Could it be that we're too old and ugly?" Wu Dao'an frowned and stroked his beard.
Hearing this, the other three simultaneously glared at him, too lazy to bother with this old ghost.
Just then, the youth in the ink-black robe walked into the hall.
He bowed respectfully and said, "Shen Yi greets several senior brothers."
Seeing this, the few men revealed smiles.
Look at that, Wu Lao'gui, the young man is quite polite, isn't he?
(End of Chapter)
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