"You're awake?"
In her hazy state, Meng Qi heard a deep male voice ringing in her mind.
The voice seemed to be very far away, but also very close to her.
She only felt that her head was very heavy, and there was no place on her body that didn't hurt. Especially her meridians and spirit sea, which seemed to have been completely shattered and then pieced back together.
Even her limbs, bones, and muscles all over her body felt as if they had been crushed by a huge rock, as if countless small needles were pricking her.
"Ugh —" Meng Qi groaned, and her eyelashes trembled a few times before she slowly opened her eyes.
What entered her eyes was a dark gray stone wall.
The surroundings were gloomy, and two fist-sized pearls floated in the air, emitting a soft light.
"Shark pearls?!" Meng Qi's eyes widened.
Only now did she smell that the air was filled with the scent of the sea. It was vigorous and vast, and she felt like she was in the middle of the sea.
The scent of the shark pearls was inhaled into her body, and like seawater, it caressed every inch of her meridians and flesh, alleviating the pain in her body slightly.
Meng Qi's mind also became much clearer.
She slowly exhaled, and hurriedly used her divine sense to explore her spirit sea.
Before she fainted, she had successfully passed the tribulation, and her spirit sea was now about three times larger than when she was in the jindan stage.
Her spirit sea was overflowing with spirit energy, and her neidan floated silently in the air.
Threads of spirit energy slowly seeped out of the neidan, and slowly poured into her spirit sea.
The Five Spirit Cauldron floated in the air, and beside it was the bamboo scroll that Lin Yan had given her. The bamboo scroll seemed to have become more lustrous than before, and emitted a faint light.
When a cultivator's realm increased, it would also have some effect on their natal magic treasures. At this time, the Five Spirit Cauldron looked more refined than before, and even the patterns on the cauldron had become more complicated.
Meng Qi's divine sense explored the Five Spirit Cauldron, and knew that if she used it to refine medicine in the future, the time it would take to refine medicine would be reduced by ten percent, and the medicine's efficacy would also be increased by ten percent.
The threads of spirit energy on the neidan were now divided into two threads. One entered the Five Spirit Cauldron, and after being refined in the Five Spirit Cauldron, it slowly poured into her spirit sea.
The other part was probing towards the small bamboo scroll.
The Spirit Qi wrapped the bamboo slip in the middle, becoming thicker and thicker. In the end, it seemed to have turned into a cocoon of light. The bamboo slip was completely surrounded by the Spirit Qi cocoon.
"Huh?" Meng Qi was a little surprised.
She hurriedly observed the bamboo slip carefully. The cocoon of spiritual aura was getting thicker and bigger.
When it was almost larger than the Five Spirits Cauldron, a small opening suddenly appeared at the top of the light cocoon. Spiritual Qi wrapped around the bamboo slips and flew out. The light cocoon instantly turned into countless silvery white threads that entered the Five Spirits Cauldron.
Eh?!
Meng Qi's eyes widened slightly.
She could clearly sense that this spiritual energy didn't fall into her spirit sea together with the other spiritual energy, but remained in the Five Spirits Cauldron.
The Five Spirits Cauldron was her natal magic treasure. It was connected to her by a strand of divine sense, which allowed her to sense every minute change in the Five Spirits Cauldron.
Now, Meng Qi realized that the Spirit Qi that flowed from the bamboo slip to the Five Spirit Cauldron did not return to the Spirit Sea. Instead, it was deposited in the Five Spirit Cauldron and slowly absorbed by the small cauldron.
She stilled.
Natal magic treasures needed to advance, but the method of advancement was different from xiuzhe's cultivation.
Natal magic treasures didn't need spiritual energy. Even if they stayed in a xiuzhe's spirit sea all year round, they would only be nourished by spiritual energy. Over the years, their minds would become more connected to the xiuzhe, and there would be a clear difference from normal magic treasures.
Then why did the Five Spirits Cauldron "leave" this spiritual energy behind?
Meng Qi sat dazedly where she was, her consciousness still paying attention to the flow of spiritual energy in the Five Spirits Cauldron.
After being tempered by the bamboo slip, the ball of spiritual energy looked even more condensed, as though it was tangible. At this time, it was slowly spinning in the belly of the Five Spirits Cauldron.
Then the little ball of spiritual energy became thinner and thinner, and was about to completely disappear into the small cauldron.
Just at this time, another ball of pure white spiritual energy flew into the Five Spirits Cauldron.
Meng Qi's consciousness instinctively turned towards the bamboo slip. As expected, a new cocoon of spiritual energy started to wrap around it.
Endless growth.
This was something that Meng Qi had never experienced before. She reflexively raised her head to look at the black-robed youth sitting at the side.
Ji Wujiong's arms were crossed in front of his chest as he lazily leaned against the stone wall of the cave.
The mermaid pearl floated in the air, and its lustrous light shone on his handsome features. Even the corners of his lips, which had always been vicious, looked gentler.
The Amethyst Eight Trigrams Disk floated next to him, flashing.
A hint of disappointment that even she didn't notice appeared in Meng Qi's eyes.
She moved her gaze away, steadied her mind, and slowly exhaled.
So it was Ji Wujiong, no … …
She stilled slightly, a hint of confusion flashing through her eyes before they quickly became clear again.
"How long have I been unconscious?" Meng Qi took back the thread of consciousness that had entered her spirit sea and rubbed her head.
When she raised her hand, the pain of being pierced by thousands of needles came again, even stronger than before.
Meng Qi's brow furrowed, and she suppressed a grunt. But her face turned pale in an instant, and fine beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.
"Three days." Ji Wujiong was still lazily leaning against the stone wall.
He looked at Meng Qi's small face that was as pale as paper, and the corners of his lips rose slightly. "You are already pretty good, waking up in three days. I thought that you would be unconscious for ten days to half a month. Maybe your path would collapse, and you would never wake up again. "
As he spoke, he carelessly waved his hand. The Amethyst Eight Trigrams Disk suddenly flew over, and quickly spun around Meng Qi a few times.
Then with a whoosh, it leapt onto her face, rubbed against her face, and then swayed and disappeared.
Meng Qi did not comment, and tilted her head slightly.
She now understood a bit of what Ji Wujiong had said before, that even xiuzhe could not bear the terrifying pain that even xiuzhe could not bear.
Just forcefully drawing the ling energy of the ling stone into the body and then using it for one's own use.
Every moment, it was like they were dismembering themselves.
Not to mention that terrifying, mighty, and tyrannical heavenly tribulation, which was obviously more terrifying than the heavenly tribulation that normal xiuzhe underwent from jindan to yuanying.
If they were not careful, they could die and their Dao would disappear.
Meng Qi gently exhaled again.
Even now, the pain in her body did not lessen at all. She could only breathe carefully.
"What?" Ji Wujiong stared at her expressionless face, and raised his brows. "You really plan to continue cultivating using this method?"
He paused, and then said, "This is only from jindan to yuanying, and it is already so painful. From yuanying to Spirit Severing, it is even more terrifying. Not to mention the heavenly tribulation later, can you endure it? Hmm? "
Meng Qi tilted her head slightly again, and looked at Ji Wujiong's injured face.
After leaving the Starfall Sea, the scars on his face became even more obvious.
Previously, Ji Wujiong only had three narrow wounds on his face. However, the wounds were relatively long, stretching from his eyebrows to his ears. The three scars took up almost half of his face on the left side.
Adding on the fact that they were black in color, they looked slightly sinister.
Now, the wounds on Ji Wujiong's face were wider than before. The black color had already started to seep into the skin around the wounds. The wounds had even split open slightly, and the black flesh inside could be seen. From time to time, black energy would seep out of the wounds, making them look even more sinister and terrifying.
The right side of Ji Wujiong's face was still intact. No matter where he was in the Three Realms, he would be a top handsome man.
However, people were unwilling to even look at the left side of his face.
It was not entirely because of the ugliness caused by the wounds, but because there was a demonic and terrifying feeling to it.
Ji Wujiong did not care at all, and openly displayed the wounds on his face.
However, a faint smile slowly appeared in his eyes, and the corners of his lips rose slightly, as if he was mocking himself, and also as if he was mocking something. It made the wounds look even stranger.
Ji Wujiong suddenly sneered, and reached out to touch his left face. "You guessed it?"
He suddenly asked.
Meng Qi retracted her gaze, and answered faintly, "I'm a medical cultivator."
She had said this when she was still enemies with Ji Wujiong in the Grand Competition, and the two of them did not get along well.
Now, only a few months had passed, and for Nascent Soul cultivators, it was only a short moment in their long lives. However, it felt like time had passed, and the world had changed.
Ji Wujiong touched the wounds on his face again. "I don't mind …"
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Qi turned her head and glanced at him.
When she first met Ji Wujiong, he was clearly wearing a black veil, so how could that be called not speaking?
"Hmm … cough cough …" The green-robed woman in front of him clearly did not say anything, but Ji Wujiong still coughed a few times uncomfortably. "Well, what I mean is, we men don't care so much about our appearance. As long as we're strong enough, who cares if you're beautiful or ugly? Women are different after all … "
"What's the difference?" Meng Qi tilted her head slightly and looked at Ji Wujiong in confusion. "Isn't it the same cultivation, where the strong are respected?"
Ji Wujiong was a little speechless, which was rare. "…"
He stared at Meng Qi, and after a long while, he snorted and looked at Meng Qi from the corner of his eyes. "There are countless beauties in the Demon Realm, enchanting, pure, hot, and passionate … Demon cultivators are famous in the Three Realms, and there are all kinds of beauties. Look at Sikong Xing, she's a top beauty in the Three Realms, but in the Demon Realm, she's not ranked. Do you really not care at all? "
Meng Qi thought about it seriously. "The stars are quite beautiful."
Ji Wujiong: "…"
After Meng Qi finished speaking, she reached out to support herself against the wall of the cave and slowly stood up.
She lowered her head and looked at her palm. Thin red lines outlined an incomparably complicated and intricate magic array.
Meng Qi slowly clenched her fists and looked at Ji Wujiong again.
She thought about it again and said, "I can try to treat this injury."
After Meng Qi finished speaking, she looked out of the cave.
When she first came, the cave was hidden in the forest, and it was extremely quiet.
Now, the trees outside the cave seemed to have encountered a terrifying catastrophe that was enough to exterminate a clan. Within a mile of the cave, all the trees had turned to ashes.
Ji Wujiong also stood up.
He slowly walked to Meng Qi's side and looked out of the cave with her. Seeing this, he sneered. "Mirrormoon Heaven is recognized as the number one Dharma cultivator sect in the Three Realms, but the Heavenly Tribulation from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul realm actually made the elders of the sect personally come out to investigate. It's really strange, timid and cautious."
Meng Qi replied with a "hmm".
She took a deep breath and took out a Xuan Spirit Stone from the brocade bag beside her.
The Xuan Spirit Stone stuck to the array in her palm, and the originally dark red lines suddenly turned bright red, as if they were fresh blood.
Those blood-like red lines slowly extended toward the Xuan Spirit Stone and wrapped around it.
Threads of Spirit Qi flowed along the red lines from the Xuan Spirit Stone to Meng Qi's palm …
Her face suddenly changed color, and large beads of sweat rolled down her forehead. Her face also became extremely pale.
Three thin black lines appeared on Meng Qi's originally smooth skin on the left side of her face.
Under her white and delicate skin, the black lines became more and more obvious. Actually, just this alone was not that scary.
But if one looked closely at her cheeks, they would see something surging and rolling under the thin layer of skin … as if it would burst out of her skin at any time.
Her appearance was elegant, and her cheeks were much fairer than Ji Wujiong's. Looking at it like this, she did indeed look quite ferocious.
"Hey!" Ji Wujiong's expression changed, and he grabbed Meng Qi's wrist. "Do you want to die?!"
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand and threw away the Xuan Spirit Stone in Meng Qi's hand. "You just went through the Heavenly Tribulation, and your spirit sea is not stable. Are you crazy?!"
Meng Qi did not speak. Her beautiful eyes moved, and her gaze swept across Ji Wujiong's face coldly.
"Why are you staring at me?" Ji Wujiong snorted coldly. "Those idiots don't understand, but I know what you want to do."
He did not dare to look at Meng Qi's eyes. Instead, he turned to look outside the cave and snorted again before continuing, "The Battle of the Demon Lords is indeed dangerous …"
After Ji Wujiong said this, he quickly glanced at Meng Qi and said, "Okay, okay. As far as I know, every time the Demon Lord Decree is issued, the Demon Realm will be covered in blood for three months. Countless Great Demon Lords will die, and some of the weaker clans might be exterminated if they stand on the wrong side. But he is the Demon Lord, and he won last time. How can he lose when he fights again a hundred years later?! Meng Qi … "
Ji Wujiong looked at Meng Qi. "I can understand your feelings, but are you looking down on the Demon Lord? Or are you looking down on Perfected Lord White Tiger? "
"Or …" His eyes flashed, and he touched his chin with interest. "Is there something I don't know? After all, with your blind worship of Yun Qingyan, you shouldn't be worried about him. "
"Hmph." Meng Qi also snorted, which was rare.
She bent over and picked up the Xuan Spirit Stone that Ji Wujiong threw away. She did not explain this question.
"Let me guess. We don't know what happened after you met Lin Yan in the Starfall Sea, but you suddenly changed. You hurriedly got rid of those people who were dragging you down, and suddenly didn't insist on taking Yun Qingyan as your master. You knew that your talent wasn't enough, and you were even willing to take me as your master. You would rather destroy your appearance and endure the pain to improve your cultivation … "
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Ji Wujiong was not angry. Now, only he and Meng Qi were here. His eyes flashed. At that time, he only vaguely knew what Lin Yan said to Meng Qi.
After all, he was also an Insightful Emptiness Realm cultivator.
Lin Yan was an ancient almighty. Even if his cultivation was later damaged and fell back to the Insightful Emptiness Realm, he would never improve again. However, he was the last Profound Realm great doctor from ten thousand years ago. In the end, Ji Wujiong could not compare to him.
But he was still much better than Sikong Xing and the others. Those people had no idea that so many things had happened later. They probably only thought that they had fainted and then were sent out of the Starfall Sea by Lin Yan.
Sikong Xing and the others did not even know what the forest was used for.
"Is there some ancient secret or inheritance?" Ji Wujiong frowned slightly.
He crossed his arms in front of his chest, and the slender fingers of his left hand gently tapped on his arm.
Meng Qi curled her lips, still not answering this question.
She thought for a moment, then walked out of the cave. "Let's go."
"It's fine if you don't say it. I'll find out sooner or later." Ji Wujiong's steps were light. "But don't be too anxious. After all, you're not a demonic cultivator. It's not a good idea to continue like this. I'm afraid that your Dao foundation will be greatly damaged before you reach the Soul Splitting stage. It's very easy to die under the Heavenly Tribulation when you're in the Soul Splitting stage. "
"I know." Meng Qi said, "Demonic cultivators rely on Star Arrays and the power of the stars to cultivate. Their cultivation speed is faster than cultivators and demonic cultivators. Demonic cultivators are born with physiques that can cross the Three Realms. They can cultivate from the outside to the inside. We cultivators from the Three Realms have the strongest learning ability. Many cultivators from the Three Realms can create cultivation techniques, Dharma treasures, pills, and so on. "
"It's good that you know." Ji Wujiong walked down the mountain side by side with her. "Actually, if you're not in a hurry and follow me for a hundred years and let me teach you well, your future will be limitless. In my opinion, Dao companions are nothing. Only cultivation is the right path to the Great Dao. You might as well put it down. Anyway … "
Before he could finish speaking, Meng Qi's gaze swept over.
Her expression was not very cold, but Ji Wujiong immediately shut his mouth.
During their first encounter in the barrier competition, he had already deeply experienced how persistent Meng Qi was towards Yun Qingyan.
"Write down Master's reminder." Meng Qi's tone was indifferent.
Her eyelids drooped slightly, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly. She focused on walking forward.
Ji Wujiong: "…"
He glanced sideways at Meng Qi. Why did he not feel the slightest bit happy when Meng Qi addressed him as "Master" without any hint of reluctance in her tone?!
"Cough … cough cough …" Ji Wujiong cleared his throat. "Since you've already become my disciple and the successor of the Ji Family, I should tell you some things about me."
"Oh." Meng Qi responded again. "Master, please speak."
"Where are we going now?" Ji Wujiong did not talk about his own matters first. Instead, he asked, "Are we returning to Mirrormoon City?"
"Yes." Meng Qi nodded. "I want to try and see if I can cure the young master of Mirrormoon Heaven."
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