Chapter Seventeen: Xuanwu

  The Golden Realm was fully realized, Chu Ping's mind and spirit were relaxed and refreshed, he got up and walked out of the dormitory.

  From the beginning of practicing Taoist meditation until now, it has been almost a year and a half.

  In late April, the weather is often clear and no longer cold like in early spring. People on the road are also gradually wearing thinner clothes. As for Chu Ping's cultivation, he has long been immune to heat and cold, and doesn't care about this kind of weather either.

  He wore a pair of dark long trousers on the lower body, with a white shirt inside and a large cloak outside, loose and wide, plus his fair skin and the hair hanging down from his forehead, making him look more elegant.

  "What's this Yang Tian guy coming to me for at this time?"

  Just received a call from Yang Tian, saying he wants to have lunch and discuss something.

  Quickly walking out of school, in a restaurant outside the campus, I saw Yang Tian already sitting there.

  "Hey, Chuping, over here!" Yang Tian hailed, the two sat face to face, ordered food, and had a few more bottles of beer, eating and chatting.

  Both of them have a stomach that is biased towards thick and spicy flavors, authentic Sichuan cuisine restaurant, the dishes are all topped with a layer of bright red chili peppers.

  When cultivation reaches the Diamond Realm, there are great changes in external appearance. The complexion is radiant and lustrous, with a refined and elegant spirit. As for eating and drinking, there are also many changes.

  The most obvious is the gradual aversion to foul smells, with a full and seemingly always satisfied true qi, eating not much, but drinking wine is limitless.

  Although it is so, Chu Ping still likes these desires of the mouth and abdomen, and shares food with Yang Tian's chopsticks, showing a happy expression.

  "Hey, I'm telling you Xiaoping, the May Day holiday is approaching, want to go with me to Tianhai City for a trip?" Yang Tian asked, already slightly drunk.

  "Tianhai City? Going to see Han Yu?" As soon as Yang Tian asked this, Chu Ping's mind instantly conjured up the image of Wei Qing. It had been several months since they last met, but the other person's every frown and smile seemed to be right in front of her. Her longing for him surged up suddenly, like a flood that couldn't be stopped, yet she playfully teased Yang Tian instead.

  "Don't pretend to be so innocent, you don't want to see Weiqing anymore! You're not being honest with yourself!" Looking at Chu Ping's smiling face staring at him, Yang Tian glared back, retorting.

  Chu Ping smiled lightly and said, "Alright, let's go together then, when are we leaving?"

  "I knew you'd be eager to go as soon as I called! You're always ready for action. Today's the 28th, so we'll set off tomorrow!"

  "Have you bought your train ticket?"

  "Not yet, let's meet in the afternoon!"

  The two men settled the bill, drank a few more bottles of beer, bought tomorrow's train tickets at the ticket sales office opposite the school, returned to their dormitories to pack their bags, and prepared to set off tomorrow.

  At night, there were finally voices in the dormitory, making a lot of noise for a while, and after lights out, everyone finally fell asleep.

  "Going to Tianhai City, what should I bring for Weiqing?" Chu Ping thought carefully in her mind, but still couldn't decide.

  His gaze suddenly fell on the sarira hanging from his neck, staring at that white and holy object like a lotus flower, and he suddenly had an idea.

  "Just this, and still want to find a silk thread to sew it together."

  Her mind suddenly sank into the ring on her fingers, and she searched the whole scene.

  This ring has a vast space inside, about several dozen kilometers, but only in the middle of a simple pavilion, there are many things stored.

  The attic is built with fragrant wood, divided into two layers. The lower layer stores a vast collection of books, while the upper layer has many rare and precious objects.

  His cultivation had reached the realm of that mysterious person from the Quan Xian Sect back then, and he was no longer confused by external things. The space above was empty and desolate, with not many things stored inside. Even some magical weapons and divine soldiers, according to that person's words, were destroyed under the Universe Tower in the last battle.

  Standing on the upper floor of the pavilion, in the empty and spacious pavilion, although extremely wide, it is all in sight.

  There weren't many messy things, and Chu Ping didn't mind them either. Among them, he picked out some silver-white silk threads that were smooth and tough. Even with Chu Ping's current cultivation, using his full strength to pull or tear them apart was impossible.

  "This must be the North Pole Ice Silkworm mentioned in ancient books, a thousand-year-old ice silkworm that can only spit out about ten feet of silk. It's an extremely rare and precious spiritual object. Many ancient divine weapons require it, even many alchemy sects don't have such a thing!"

  Having found what he needed, Chu Ping was about to leave when his gaze swept over the corner of the attic and suddenly landed on a large gray oval egg.

  It's said to be big, but compared to an egg, it's not very large at all. It's only about half a foot high and doesn't stand out when placed somewhere. If Chu Ping hadn't been so perceptive and sensitive to the aura of distant profundity emanating from it, he wouldn't have noticed it either.

  "What is this thing, with such an overwhelming aura?"

  Holding it in one hand, the ancient, greyish-brown orb stood upright on his palm. Chu Ping slowly probed it, and suddenly sensed a calm and serene aura emanating from it, yet full of profound and distant implications.

  The true yuan flows through his hands, slowly flowing on the eggshell, and his heart is full of wonder.

  Holding things, returning to the attic on the first floor, Chu Ping browsed through some ancient books and finally found the answer he wanted to know in "Shenmo Zhiyi".

  The eggshell is gray, ancient and distant, deep and quiet. This is... the Xuanwu divine beast!

  Chu Ping was shocked in her heart and couldn't believe her own answer!

  The Four Spirits of ancient times: Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Vermilion Bird, and Black Tortoise.

  Among them, the Azure Dragon is proud, the White Tiger is true, the Vermilion Bird is fierce, and the Black Tortoise is calm.

  For the four spiritual divine beasts in the ancient Chinese legend, Chu Ping has always yearned for them. Even after entering the cultivation of truth, according to his master Dou Sheng's words, the four spiritual divine beasts have been extinct since the ancient great war, and he did not expect to be lucky enough to see one.

  After all, it's just an egg!

  But after all, there is still a glimmer of life, as long as there is enough time, it can finally hatch!

  His heart was shaken, just as Chu Ping's spirit was slightly distracted, the true yuan xuanjin that was flowing on the eggshell was suddenly swallowed and absorbed by a huge force, like a flood of water bursting into the Xuanwu egg!

  "This... Could it be that the Black Turtle is about to break out of its shell!" Chu Ping's heart skipped a beat, but he didn't withdraw his true yuan. Instead, he activated his technique and sent an even greater amount of true yuan into the egg!

  In a daze, Chu Ping suddenly felt a joyful low hum coming from inside the eggshell. The ancient, iron-like eggshell rippled with water marks, and the light waves undulated, causing ripples to spread out. The suction force emanating from the eggshell suddenly increased by dozens of times, pulling Chu Ping in so strongly that he stumbled backward several steps!

  "Not good!"

  In just a few short breaths, Chu Ping felt that more than half of his true yuan had flowed away. The incredibly powerful force stirred up the true yuan in his body, causing it to become chaotic and turbulent. The dan pills in each of his acupoints shook violently like dust particles.

  A powerful shock caused Chu Ping's indestructible body to flush with a deep red, his blood boiling like bubbling water, his skin rippling like waves, the whole person feeling extremely uncomfortable!

  "It's a huge undertaking, an ancient divine beast, if it wants to break out of its shell, it would need a tremendous amount of energy, how could I possibly control it?!"

  With a thought, the Yu Tower burst out of its body and instantly transformed into several feet high, like the vast and powerful primordial force of the universe, quickly replacing Chu Ping's bitter support, wrapping around the Xuanwu egg.

  The astonishing yuan force stored in the sixth layer of the Yu Tower, under the fierce suction on the eggshell, and after being intentionally urged by Chu Ping, spread into a large piece of misty cloud, heavily wrapping the round egg.

  Chu Ping seemed to have heard the low hum of Xuanwu in the clouds and mist, and the primordial energy of Hundun poured into the eggshell at a terrifying speed, making a "gurgling" sound!

  Its absorption speed is dozens or even hundreds of times faster than Chu Ping's current one!

  Such a scene lasted for nearly half an hour, the suction force on the eggshell finally slowed down slowly, and the cloud of fog condensed by the concentrated true yuan also gradually dispersed, revealing the round egg inside.

  The eggshell shone with a dazzling light, layer upon layer of colorful circles emitting a brilliant seven-color radiance, like the rainbow that appears after the clouds have dispersed and the rain has cleared. The misty brilliance made the eggshell transparent and thin, and Chu Ping could actually see a small black tortoise lying inside!