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Chapter 238: Initiation into the Cultivation Technique
Chapter 238: Initiation into the Cultivation Technique
Zhu Shixiong snapped out of his deep contemplation, slowly rising to his feet as three hazy white clouds drifted from his body.
He gazed down at Shen Yi, his voice barely audible as he recited a cryptic incantation.
"..."
The violent emotions in Shen Yi's heart were washed away by an inexplicable sense of coolness, and his slightly hideous expression softened.
Zhu Shixiong drew out the Submerged Abyss from Shen Yi's waist, placing the hilt in his palm, still maintaining his initial dazed look, "You... are too... hasty."
"Thank you, Skeleton Senior Apprentice Brother."
Shen Yi exhaled a long breath, and the red mist in his eyes quickly dissipated.
"Don't... don't mention it." Zhu Shixiong stammered, shaking his head.
Hearing this, Shen Yi pondered for a moment, "Golden Body Technique."
These three words seemed to act as a switch, and Zhu Shixiong's expression became clearer, and his speech became more fluent, "I know the Mind Purification Mantra. If you feel something is wrong, just call me, but this mantra is a minor path, and using it too much will make you dependent on it."
"You should still try to comprehend the 'Zhen' character mantra of the Golden Body Technique."
"I understand."
Shen Yi nodded, never imagining that the harm caused by those stray thoughts could be so terrifying.
In fact, the thoughts of ordinary people were not much to a cultivator.
But if this number expanded to tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands... even he would feel overwhelmed.
With this experience, Shen Yi continued to carefully infuse his lifespan into the Golden Body Technique.
He would infuse a few hundred years at a time and then pause for a while.
[The 6300th year: You feel that your soul has been filled with stray thoughts. One more, and your sanity will completely collapse. You must suppress them all, but where should you suppress them... You look at Qinghua Madam beside you.]
Looking at the prompt on the panel, Shen Yi's face turned pale as he suddenly realized, "Yes, I still have a Demon Soul!"
[The 6900th year: You place all the stray thoughts into Qinghua Madam's soul, watching her and you suffering, hugging your bodies and sitting in pain. Your mood suddenly calms down a lot.]
Shen Yi's body, leaning against the rack, suddenly went limp, and he breathed heavily.
Zhu Shixiong looked at him curiously but found the young man's eyes incredibly clear, with a hint of relaxation.
He fell silent, "... "
After a moment, a look of astonishment appeared on his face, "Junior Brother, have you already passed through it?"
"Halfway."
Shen Yi struggled to sit up straight.
Whether he could pass through it or not depended on how much Qinghua could endure.
She was a Demon, the very existence that these stray thoughts hated the most. Now, she had been forcibly burdened with these thoughts, like being roasted in a fiery hell.
Enduring all the sufferings of the world to protect her master's supreme law.
This moment seemed to be coming true.
These stray thoughts were like heart demons; the more Demon lifespan infused, the more intense the torment became.
In the simulation, thousands of years passed, and then 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 would depend on Qinghua's abilities.
"Halfway?"
Zhu Shixiong didn't quite understand, but a strange emotion he rarely experienced welled up in his heart.
He touched his face, feeling the changes in his facial features.
With this expression, it seemed as if he had seen it on many people's faces, but usually, it was others who showed it to him.
Shocked... Astonished? Shen Yi observed the change in his senior brother's expression but didn't offer any explanation.
The difficulty his senior brother faced was actually quite simple.
It was purely because his talent was too high, and his subconscious mind didn't even consider him human.
This problem was the easiest to solve.
The last person who thought her talent was invincible, Jiang Qiulan, had almost shattered her Dao heart under the weight of his abundant Demon lifespan.
Now, this senior brother would experience it as well, ensuring a complete cure.
...
The small attic seemed ordinary, but it was actually the most heavily guarded place in the Great Tian Dynasty.
Naturally, no one disturbed them.
In a flash, more than ten days passed.
Shen Yi sat in the corner, and the only difference between him and the skeleton rack beside him was that he still had flesh and blood.
Both pairs of eyes were equally empty.
The incense fire wish power in the Demon Suppressing Bureau had long been exhausted.
He was simply resting.
With a lifespan of eighteen thousand years, he had gained entry into the Bodhisattva Divine Body Technique.
At this moment, he could finally begin to forge his true golden body.
"..."
Senior Brother Zhu squatted beside him, reciting the Mind Purification Mantra for Shen Yi. He watched as the young man sat in the corner and then crossed the abyss that he had not touched for three thousand nine hundred years.
A strange feeling of sourness welled up inside him.
But he couldn't quite describe the feeling.
"Envious?" Shen Yi glanced sideways and raised an eyebrow.
"Not just that," Senior Brother Zhu shook his head. The feeling of envy was something he had experienced about seven days ago, and now it felt even deeper.
"Then it's jealousy." Shen Yi pondered for a moment and replied.
The two seriously discussed the issue of emotions, creating a slightly eerie atmosphere.
"Yes, I'm jealous of you," Senior Brother Zhu nodded earnestly.
"That's about right," Shen Yi patted the skeleton's shoulder and then stumbled to his feet, walking over to another shelf.
"Is Junior Brother interested in this as well?" Zhu Jue stood up. Even if they weren't discussing the Golden Body Technique, his words flowed smoothly.
"After studying profound knowledge, it's time to refresh with something more basic," Shen Yi said.
His divine thought quickly scanned over a dozen jade slips.
"That makes sense," Zhu Jue agreed, feeling the same. He had done the same in the past, but he had only read miscellaneous books. He had never read the works of a Primordial Martial Warrior, always feeling that they were somewhat crude.
"Where is Junior Brother going next?"
He sensed that the young junior brother seemed to have the intention of leaving.
"I'm going to the Martial Temple to ask Senior Brother Wu for a vacancy."
Shen Yi glanced at the additional line of writing on the panel and then bid farewell to the skeleton senior apprentice brother with a fist salute before turning to leave the attic.
"Look!"
As the scholar in the black robe stepped out of the attic, more than ten shadow souls simultaneously turned their gazed upon him.
Those with slightly thicker skin had already approached him.
"Senior Brother Shen, have you chosen the Dharmic Body Technique you desire?"
"Thank you, I have already made my choice," Shen Yi nodded.
Upon hearing this, the Martial Immortals present all had a subtle change in their expressions, forcing smiles as they exchanged glances, their eyes filled with intense astonishment.
The young man had essentially acknowledged the cultivation level of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal.
Terrifying! The previous rumors were true; this talented individual indeed possessed an absorption ability so formidable that it defied belief.
Now that he had chosen a Dharmic Body Technique... he would undoubtedly need to draw upon the incense fire wish power of the Martial Temple disciples.
Thinking of this, most people still expressed their congratulations, but a few had a fleeting look of strangeness in their eyes.
Zhu Jue had already proven through personal experience that talent might not necessarily yield results in the condensation of the golden body.
But he had only consumed a limited amount, so even if it was wasted, it wouldn't be excessive.
If it were this Pi Xiu, however, the situation would be different.
In a short time, he could consume the wish power of the Demon Suppressing Bureau, achieve the cultivation level of an Upper Realm Martial Immortal, and then... how long would it take to consume the incense fire of the Great Tian Dynasty? A year? If he failed to forge the golden body, the consequences would be unimaginable.
...
Inside the main hall of the Martial Temple, four figures in cloud-patterned black robes were concluding a practice session.
Wu Daoan patted his sleeve and sighed unconsciously, "Alas."
"What's wrong? Has our junior brother gone on another inspection tour of the Nine Provinces?" The plump Qin Miao Zhu laughed heartily.
"Not exactly."
Wu Daoan shook his head and said with a sense of relief, "He's been cultivating in the Martial Armory all this time... I just feel that he's not very close to us."
From the first time he entered the Imperial City.
Until now, they had only met three times.
"Is it because we're old and ugly?" Wu Daoan frowned and stroked his beard.
Hearing this, the other three glared at him, too lazy to argue with this old ghost.
At that moment, the scholar in the black robe walked into the main hall.
He earnestly cupped his hands and said, "Shen Yi greets the senior brothers."
Seeing this, the faces of the senior brothers revealed their surprise.
Look at what Wu Laogui said; the young man was quite polite.
(End of Chapter)
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