bdsm-fiction Chapter 310 shows significant improvement; Yuanzhen blocks the door.
Chapter 310 shows significant improvement; Yuanzhen blocks the door.
Chapter 310 shows a significant improvement; Yuanzhen blocks the door (playing in the snow with the kids, not written yet, will be updated this afternoon).
Chen Yi nodded slightly, acknowledging the favor: "Going is not impossible, but it depends on the specific circumstances. If it is truly dangerous, we can only wait until the next opening and think of a solution in twenty years."
"Of course, it would be great if we could get it in twenty years."
Silver Horn nodded, "Besides, I don't have the things you want on me, and it will be at least twenty years before I can deliver them."
With the business settled, Silver Horn's expression turned serious. He glanced at the distant void and lowered his voice, saying, "Furthermore, I noticed that the monk's eyes were sinister when he left, and there are many rumors circulating about you outside."
My Silver Spirit clan possesses the innate supernatural power of "True Word Mirror," which can determine the truth of a matter. If you, fellow Daoist, require clarification—
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"Let's talk about that later, let's focus on cultivation first."
Chen Yi waved his hand to interrupt, turning his gaze to Ning Bu'er beside him. After all, this was a public place, and there were outsiders present, so it was inconvenient to carry out such a private matter as planting thunder crystals. Chen Yi pulled Ning Bu'er to find a flat spot under the Enlightenment Tree to sit down.
Ning Bu'er closed his eyes to regulate his breathing, his body surrounded by intertwined demonic flames and lightning.
Chen Yi then took out a Vajra Bodhi fruit.
This fruit cannot be preserved once it leaves the tree; it expires and becomes worthless, and such waste is shameful.
He opened his mouth and swallowed it, activating his Vajra Indestructible Divine Power.
A pale golden sheen flowed across his skin, and with each breath, it seemed as if the sound of metal clashing resonated within him.
time flies.
Yuan Lingling cultivated on one side, and Yin Jiao stayed by her side the whole time.
As Chen Yi's golden light subsided, Ning Bu'er slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Silver Horn was about to step forward to discuss the details when he saw that Chen Yi wasn't even looking at him, but instead turned his head to ask Ning Bu'er, "How do you feel?"
Ning Bu'er said softly, "Much better."
Chen Yi then asked, "What would be the effect if we obtained another near-fifth-tier Nine Yin Demon Flame Origin?"
Ning Bu'er's beautiful eyes brightened slightly, and she said confidently, "Then my supernatural powers will definitely be restored to their original state, and I might even be able to advance further!"
Having received a definite answer, Chen Yi turned his head and nodded slightly to Silver Horn.
Silver Horn sighed inwardly: Indeed, pleasing one's sister-in-law is the right way.
The two moved closer together again, and Silver Horn took out a jade slip, pointed to the topographical map drawn on it, and explained in detail the environment of that dangerous place.
"————That location is extremely special, and it is shrouded in extremely explosive spatial rifts all year round. In addition to these rifts, there are two other kinds of violent energy raging around, and it is impossible to get close by ordinary means."
Chen Yi wasn't actually afraid of the violent energy. He had a system and body-refining cultivation, making him the most suitable person to enter that kind of place.
However, he had some difficulty with spatial energy. Before he mastered spatial abilities himself, even the system's absorption of them was extremely inefficient.
unless----
Chen Yi's mind raced.
Unless you can get started with spatial abilities.
Once he gets started, even if it's just the most basic level, he can rely on the system to absorb the energy of spatial ripples and turn danger into safety.
He timely showed a troubled expression and sighed, "Fellow Daoist Silver Horn, as you know, my cultivation level is too low in this body."
The spatial rifts were so violently shattered that I fear I am powerless to stop them.
Upon hearing this, Silver Horn's heart skipped a beat.
"Fellow Daoist is absolutely right; I was too impatient."
He rubbed his hands together, his face full of resentment. "I'm truly unwilling to give up without going at least once. That's the legacy of a great master of my clan—fellow Daoist, you are knowledgeable and experienced, do you have any suggestions?"
Chen Yi tapped his knee lightly with his fingers, pondered for a moment, and said, "Tell me briefly about the basic spatial techniques of your Silver Spirit Clan, and I'll analyze it to see if we can find a way to break this deadlock."
"A basic introduction to spatial design?"
Silver Horn paused for a moment, then smiled wryly, "I can talk about it, but this kind of thing is extremely dependent on talent. Without spatial talent, even if you listen for a hundred years, it's like casting pearls before swine."
"It's alright."
Chen Yi remained calm, displaying the demeanor of a master. "All methods in the world lead to the same goal; they are merely the application of spiritual power and rules. Even if you can't learn them, as long as you understand the principles, you can better avoid risks."
"Alright, since you wish to hear, I will tell you."
Silver Horn sat cross-legged and began to speak.
Space is formless and without appearance, yet it is everywhere. To move space, first sense its waves —
He started by explaining how to use magical fluctuations to break through spatial barriers, and then moved on to how the simplest spatial ripples are generated, analyzing everything in great detail.
Chen Yi listened attentively.
Under normal circumstances, given his human aptitude, it would be nothing short of a pipe dream for him to learn the Silver Spirit Clan's signature skill out of thin air.
But he has a devouring system.
Moreover, he had his spoils—the silver-bladed knife.
The blade contained the true essence of space, the culmination of Yinren's lifelong cultivation.
With a slight thought, Chen Yi activated the system.
The verdant foliage falling from the Enlightenment Tree was like a sudden awakening, bringing clarity to his mind.
At the same time, the system began to frantically devour and decompose the essence within the knife.
Silver Horn's explanation, the blessing of the Enlightenment Tree, and the system's absorption and analysis.
A three-pronged approach.
Chen Yi instantly entered a profound state of enlightenment.
In his eyes, the once stable void began to show double images, with countless fine lines crisscrossing like a sophisticated chessboard.
He raised his right hand and flicked his fingers lightly in the air.
Once, twice.
The movements were clumsy, as if they were being waved haphazardly.
Silver Horn shook his head repeatedly as he watched this scene.
He sighed inwardly: This Fellow Daoist Chen, though powerful, cannot truly master the Dao of Space simply through comprehension. Without that bloodline talent, how could he possibly—
Before the thought had even formed...
Silver Horn's eyes widened suddenly, and he gasped as if an invisible hand had gripped his neck.
Chen Yi's fingertips trembled slightly, and he precisely hooked an invisible "string" in the void.
A barely perceptible clang was heard.
Where Chen Yi's fingertips traced, the previously calm air suddenly distorted.
A faint, almost transparent silver ripple spread out like water, disappearing in a flash.
Although extremely faint.
Although it was fleeting.
But Silver Horn, being a member of the Silver Spirit Clan, would never mistake it.
Those are spatial ripples!
It is the purest and most primitive spatial fluctuation!
How is this possible?!
Silver Horn's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared intently at Chen Yi's hand, as if he were looking at some kind of unparalleled monster.
"Chen—Fellow Daoist Chen?"
His voice was hoarse and trembling slightly, "You—you can even learn my clan's spatial abilities?"
How long has it been?
There's not even enough time for a cup of tea, is there?
Can you get started just by listening to the principles?
What kind of monstrous talent is this!
Chen Yi withdrew his hand, looked at the lingering silver light on his fingertips, frowned slightly, and shook his head.
"It's still too difficult."
He sighed, his tone full of disappointment, "I can only touch this simplest level. To make it my major and train it to the level you all have would probably require a huge amount of time, energy, and resources."
Chen Yi looked at Silver Horn, who was petrified, and concluded seriously, "It's not worth it."
Silver Horn:
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His mouth was open, and he couldn't close it for a long time.
Only one sentence kept echoing in my mind:
Is this what I meant?!
Am I referring to the cost issue?!
I'm saying—how the hell did you train like that?!
[Boss, just how high is this mountain? Will I, Silver Horn, even be able to see the edge?!]
At this moment, Silver Horn was completely numb. He increasingly realized how insignificant his shallow knowledge was in the face of true external powers.
The Celestial Race, the race upon which they made their name, was nothing more than a piece of cake in front of such a powerful figure.
One must be even more humble in front of powerful figures.
Silver Horn silently said to himself.
The faint spatial ripples at Chen Yi's fingertips finally dissipated.
He shook his head, his brow furrowing slightly.
This spatial magic, though seemingly mysterious and unparalleled, is in reality a gold-devouring behemoth.
To master it, one needs not only immeasurable resources but also an elusive opportunity.
If it is used as the main cultivation technique, it may slow down the entire cultivation progress, which would be a loss.
It's tasteless to eat, but a pity to throw away.
Chen Yi thought to himself, however, if he only cultivated one of them and mastered a life-saving spatial escape technique, it would be a worthwhile deal.
He closed his eyes and pondered, and the complex and obscure spatial patterns in his mind were disassembled and reassembled.
Once the basic operating principles are mastered, there will be a greater chance of success when entering the forbidden land where Silver Horn's ancestors are buried.
Silver Horn had just said that the most terrifying thing about that forbidden area was the violent and chaotic spiritual energy, which would kill any ordinary cultivator who touched it.
A very faint smile appeared on Chen Yi's lips.
berserk spiritual power?
What is poison to others is nourishment for the system.
With his body honed through countless trials and tribulations, and the newly cultivated Void Eye with a rune, those perilous situations were actually his home turf.
If things really get to the worst, with his perception abilities, wind and thunder escape techniques, and strong physical defense, his ability to escape might not be any worse than that of Silver Horn.
Having figured this out, Chen Yi stopped worrying.
He calmed himself down and, taking advantage of the cool green light filtering from the Bodhi tree overhead, began to organize his knowledge.
The sea of consciousness is churning.
Golden lightning surged through his meridians, colliding and merging with the indestructible power of the golden crystal.
The newly gleaned spatial textures are like threads, interwoven throughout, attempting to find a perfect balance.
This was an extremely demanding project.
His spiritual sense receded like a receding tide, and a stinging pain of exhaustion washed over him. Chen Yi's face paled slightly, but he did not stop. Once his spiritual sense was depleted, he circulated his cultivation technique again, waiting for it to recover, before returning to the deduction.
This was repeated several times.
Only when the several supernatural abilities within his body resonated with the power of body refinement, and the sluggish feeling completely disappeared, did Chen Yi slowly open his eyes.
Refreshed.
The great ancestor of this Vajra Temple was truly a good person; even after his death, he was able to inspire the growth of this Enlightenment Tree to help future generations.
Chen Yi stood up and looked to his side.
Ning Bu'er sat cross-legged, his aura contained within.
The once restless demonic flames became unusually docile. Although the flames did not appear to be large, their deep blackish-purple color exuded a chilling sense of concentration.
The fluctuations of the Thunder Crystal Marrow within her body also stabilized.
She was still some distance from breaking through to the fourth level of Body Refinement, but the signs of her possibly losing control at any moment had disappeared, and she had completely mastered the Thunder Crystal Marrow.
Seemingly sensing Chen Yi's gaze, Ning Bu'er's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she opened her eyes.
"I'm all better. Where to go next?"
She stood up, naturally took Chen Yi's arm, leaned forward slightly, and looked up.
The young girl's breath was sweet as orchids, her eyes were bright and her teeth were white. Her face was bare of makeup, yet her lips were strikingly red. Her eyes reflected the soft light of the Bodhi tree, making her breathtakingly beautiful.
Chen Yi's gaze lingered on her beautiful lips and teeth for a couple of breaths, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, before he subtly looked away.
He let Ning Bu'er hold his hand and lean against him, his gaze fixed outside.
"Go out first."
Chen Yi's voice was steady, revealing no emotional fluctuation. "Let's take a stroll around the outskirts of the ancient battlefield and see if there are any opportunities."
If not, then follow that fellow Daoist with the silver horn and explore inside.
He paused at this point, then turned to look at Ning Bu'er.
"It might be a bit dangerous inside, so you should stay outside."
"don't want!"
Ning Bu'er gripped Chen Yi's finger tightly, "I want to be with you!"
"Listen to me." Chen Yi frowned slightly. "I'll go scout ahead first. If there's no danger, I'll take you in."
Ning Bu'er looked at Chen Yi's unquestionable gaze, pursed her lips, and her stubbornness persisted for a moment before finally softening.
"Okay~"
She released her grip, lowered her head, and lightly kicked at the pebbles on the ground with her toes.
A sense of unease welled up inside him; he was still too weak and always a burden.
Ning Bu'er lowered his eyelids, concealing the glint of shrewdness that flashed in his eyes.
Actually, she wasn't telling the truth.
Her gains under the Bodhi Tree far exceeded Chen Yi's expectations. The raging lightning crystal marrow and the high-level demonic flames miraculously fused together in her state of enlightenment.
Thunder Demon Flame.
This is a form that has never appeared in the Nine Yin Demonic Path for tens of thousands of years.
That power lay dormant deep within her dantian. Although it was not yet fully formed, its quality and power were several times stronger than before she was injured.
She even dared to assert that even her master, Fairy Xuan Yin, might not have possessed such power when she was in the early Nascent Soul stage.
But she held back and didn't say anything.
She took Chen Yi's idea of concealing one's shortcomings to heart.
If those bald monks at Vajra Temple knew that she had cultivated such powerful supernatural abilities, they would probably stop at nothing to kill her in advance.
Ning Bu'er glanced at Chen Yi's tall and straight back, a slight smile playing on her lips.
When you need it in the future, I'll give you a big surprise.
The two walked out of the enlightenment area side by side.
Silver Horn was already waiting outside. When he saw the two of them come out, he silently followed not far away, without saying much, just like a fellow traveler.
Under the Enlightenment Tree, Yuan Lingling, who was still cultivating by borrowing the afterglow of the tree, opened her eyes and looked at this scene, her little face scrunched up.
She scratched her head, her eyes darting back and forth between Silver Horn and Chen Yi.
"strangeness----"
Yuan Lingling muttered, "Silver Horn is a genius of the Silver Spirit Clan. He was a master who chased me and beat me up before, leaving me powerless to fight back."
Why are you treating Chen Yi like this...? It's strange.
She tilted her head, an absurd thought popping into her mind.
"Could it be that this Silver Horn guy... has a thing for handsome men?"
She shuddered and quickly banished the terrible thought.
Beyond the illusion lies the ruins of an ancient battlefield.
What should have been a desolate place was now bustling with noise, and the air was thick with the smell of gunpowder.
As soon as Chen Yi and his two companions stepped out of the illusionary ripples, they stopped in their tracks.
In the open space ahead, Ji Wuchen and Qiu Li stood on a high place, their expressions solemn. Around them were more than a dozen cultivators, each with an unfriendly expression and surging spiritual energy.
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"Is Chen Yi inside? Make him come out! Give Fellow Daoist Huo Yuan an explanation!"
A middle-aged cultivator dressed in a crimson Taoist robe shouted sternly, his magical artifact spitting out tongues of fire.
"Good! The seniors outside are all waiting; let him go out and explain himself now!"
"What good can someone be who colludes with a demon? Fellow Daoist Ji, even though you come from a prestigious family, don't protect such scum!"
Accusations and insults rose and fell, surging towards Ji Wuchen and his companion like a tidal wave.
Behind the enraged crowd, a figure draped in a cassock appeared and disappeared.
Yuanzhen mingled in the crowd, head bowed and eyes downcast, as if he were merely an observer. But in his half-closed eyes, a sinister and smug glint flickered.
He left two days early.
These past two days, he hasn't been idle. He's been secretly stirring up trouble, spreading rumors about Chen Yi's collusion with demonic cultivators and his harming of fellow cultivators. He's even embellished the story of Chen Yi's "evil deeds" in the illusion.
"Chen Yi, oh Chen Yi—"
Yuanzhen sneered inwardly, gently rubbing the Buddhist prayer beads in his hand with his fingers.
"You prevented me from cultivating the Vajra Indestructible Divine Power, cutting off my opportunity. Today, I will make you the target of everyone's criticism, making it impossible for you to move an inch."
He looked up, his gaze passing through the crowd, and met Chen Yi, who had just appeared.
Yuanzhen's lips curled into a barely perceptible sneer before he disappeared into the shadows of the crowd.