Chapter Eight Harvest
Emotional outbursts are always temporary, and in the end, one must return to a stable track.
Yu Cijin lay exhausted on the ground, regardless of the mud and water beneath him. His limbs were splayed out, and he gazed blankly at the rain-shrouded sky. The raindrops brushed against his cheeks, gradually calming his overly agitated emotions.
The feeling of storing things in the palm of your hand is real, but inside the ring it's empty.
After reason took over, the feeling of heartache also gained the upper hand: too much, too much! Just now when I was ecstatic, I actually poured out everything in the ring, and then kicked it into a mess. The originally clear spoils of war are now a mess, what if something valuable is damaged, wouldn't that be a heavy loss?
However, what Yu Ci wanted to know most was how the traveling bag of a Tong Shen cultivator compared to his own. Perhaps this would open a window for him leading to an unknown world and temporarily satisfy his curiosity.
Driven by this thought, I sat up and saw the scattered objects within a radius of over ten feet, groaning and laughing loudly. The subtlety of my mood is hard to describe.
The rain gradually stopped, but because it had been soaked in the muddy soup, about half of the spoils were already ruined. Yu Ci didn't care if there were any valuable items inside, out of sight, out of mind, and directly pushed them aside, only then did she start to categorize the other things.
Yu Ci found the first valuable item, which was a stone box containing shrimp whisker grass. When she opened the lid, Yu Ci let out a soft "tsk" sound. Inside the box, multiple layers of shrimp whisker grass were densely packed, each with intact roots and stems, of extremely high quality. This was probably because Yan Dao Shi had carefully selected them after taking them down.
Roughly estimating, there were at least 700 or 800 stalks in the stone box. Adding Yu Cibian's own harvest, it was more than enough to exchange for a Three Yang Symbol Sword. Just this one item made him feel that risking his life for this was well worth it.
Secondly, eight pieces of jade products were picked out. A jade slip, about four inches long and two fingers wide, with a warm yellow color. Yu Ci immediately put it aside, followed by seven small jade plaques, each only the size of a palm, with ordinary materials but intricate patterns carved on them in a typical seal script style. Yu Ci immediately thought of the legendary symbol styles commonly used among the Taoist groups.
Yu Fu, this is definitely a Yu Fu! Made of jade material, with symbols carved on it beforehand, storing symbol power, and triggering it in battle to achieve the purpose of instant release of symbol arrows. It's a very useful means. Regarding his own specialty, Yu Ci was particularly careful, carefully examining it for a while, identifying the symbol text system one by one, before carefully putting it away in the storage ring.
The last thing that attracted him was a small dagger with only an inch of length, like a work of art, but with a sharp blade and handle. But such a size, let alone Yan Dao's strong man, even a newborn baby, I'm afraid it can't be used.
Yu Cijun thought this was a small toy, but after trying it out once, he found that the blade was extremely sharp and could be said to cut through stone like mud. The material was also very sturdy, and even the edge of the Jiuyang Symbol Sword could be blocked. After looking at it for half a day, he still couldn't figure out its secrets, so he could only put it away temporarily.
At this point, all the miscellaneous items were sorted out, and the useful ones were seven jade tokens, the jade slips left on hand, and the Jiu Yang Fu sword that was obtained earlier. Is this the entire wealth of a Tong Shen cultivator?
Yu Ci felt a mix of excitement and disappointment, but he quickly dispelled the greedy thoughts, calming his mind and focusing on the jade slip in his hand.
During his time in the Double Immortal Sect, he had seen this object more than once. He also knew that it was used by cultivators to store various information and techniques. However, just like the Storage Ring, without the ability to discern and comprehend, ordinary people were fundamentally unable to understand its mysteries. If not for this, back then when he rushed into the Purple Thunder Great Immortal's bedchamber, he wouldn't have only taken a bound copy of the "Upper Clarity's Gathered Mystery Star Axis Secretly Transmitted Talisman Scripture".
Facing the jade slip, slightly moving and reciting, a string of extremely logical information poured into his mind, faster than any book. Yu Ci soon knew that the jade slip was not some kind of cultivation method, but rather Yan Daoshi's so-called "fusion and refinement" method, which is the entire process of fusing and refining the Three Yang Symbol Sword into a pure yang symbol sword.
This is very interesting, Yu Cixin has come to the Sky Crack Valley with great difficulty, just to get a Three Yang Symbol Sword and find a way to improve his family's symbol technique from it, ultimately improving his cultivation. However, after this arduous battle, he not only got the sword but also obtained the method of refining the symbol sword, and its quality has become even higher. More importantly, he broke through the barrier of "Mundane Three Passes" in one go, becoming a true cultivator, and the wonders of the world are no more than this.
Yu Ci didn't continue to look, and instead put the jade slip together with the Jiu Yang Fu sword into the storage ring. Then, she moved all sorts of items on her body, such as the book "Shang Qing Ju Xuan Xing Shu Mi Shi Fu Jing", a portable treasure pouch, etc., all into the ring, making her body much lighter instantly.
At this time, he moved his gaze and swept it over Yan Daoshi's headless corpse. He didn't plan to clean up here, so let the corpse be placed here, and let the beasts and birds eat their fill. It seemed that if he died in battle, Yan Daoshi would have been treated no better than this.
Yu Ji returned to the empty mountain forest where the incident occurred.
The rain poured down, the bonfire had been extinguished, Yan Daoshi was busy chasing and killing him, without collecting here, twenty-two corpses were still placed in the moment of death, the strong bloody smell still lingered, temporarily not attracting the attention of others, but attracted a few wild beasts, ready to enjoy this heavenly feast.
Yu Ji brandished his sword and drove away these beasts, but when he turned around to come back, he saw these corpses, and for a moment, he was also stunned.
But he was a man of decision, and soon had the bodies gathered together, dry wood added around them, and Yuan's head placed in front.
Everything was ready, he stood beside the piled-up corpses, took a moment to calm down, and then stretched out his hand to draw an imaginary stroke from top to bottom, starting with the Inviting Soul Seal, followed by the Sun and Moon, and ending with Clouds and Mist, after which there were Coiling Dragons flying about, carrying souls back to heaven. In an instant, a set of Soul-Calming Talismans was completed, radiating a brilliant light that sprinkled all over the corpses.
He stepped forward, raised the Jiu Yang Fu sword, injected his true energy, and a red flame soared, igniting a large fire in an instant. The remains were wrapped in flames and gradually turned to ashes.
In this desolate mountain where beasts roam, there is almost no chance of resting in peace. He can only use the ancient witchcraft ritual, hoping that these people's souls can rest in peace.
Flames burning fiercely, Yu Ci stood beside them, with twenty-two stone boxes neatly arranged at his feet. He held a sword in respect, praying silently for a moment before picking up one of the boxes and opening it to reveal the neatly arranged shrimp whisker grass inside.
After a slight hesitation, he finally picked up the precious herb and threw it into the flames. One after another, twenty-two stone boxes were opened, and the shrimp whisker grass was thrown in one by one.
There were tens or hundreds of them in the stone box, adding up to over a thousand. They were all thrown into the fire by him and turned to ashes along with their original owner.
Perhaps in this pile of ashes, there are hidden unknown private thoughts, and despicable ideas, but their master is dead after all, died amidst the joyful laughter. As the only one left among them, Yu Ci felt that he should express something, and this was the best way he could do it.
So Yu Zhi didn't think he was being extravagant, nor did he think this way of doing things was particularly noble. He just felt comfortable with it, and used this method to distinguish himself from Yan Dao Shi who plotted against people's lives for wealth, thereby earning the qualification to comfort the souls of these dead people.
It was another night, Yu Ci sat in the middle of a recessed area at the foot of the mountain, with the moon hanging overhead, shining brightly on her.
This is his new hideout, which he spent half a day finding in the dense forest on top of a mountain 200 miles away from the battlefield last night. The place is located in a pine forest at the top of a mountain peak, and it is a natural rock depression, with a cliff protruding behind that can block wind and rain. Below are groups of pines guarding, and from below, this hiding place cannot be seen at all.
Also because of the upper mountain cliff blocking, even if someone flies over from the sky, they have to think carefully to find this place.
Although there were fewer escape routes here, it was no safer than the place last night, but Yu Ci didn't care about these. He was anxious to understand his actual cultivation progress, and being able to find such a secluded and quiet place already proved that he had been patient enough.
Yu Ci originally wanted to enter meditation immediately, but felt that his mind was not calm and his state was not good. After thinking for half a day, he suddenly realized something, smiled and shook his head, and took out the Shenguang copper mirror from the storage ring. In recent years, he had made it a habit to hold the copper mirror when entering meditation, but this time, putting it away instead made him feel unwell all over.
He saw the remaining traces of his eyebrows and hair being singed in the mirror, and suddenly he had a burst of childishness, patted the mirror, and made a ghostly face at it: "Old friend, I still have to rely on you!"
Tongjing was silent, Yu Ci then burst out laughing, still holding onto the copper mirror, and went into a trance.
Sitting under the moonlight, bathing in its glory, breathing in and out, like silk threads.
Store thoughts and breathe, always complement each other. The remaining breaths are exhaled during the day and inhaled at night, conforming to the natural law of heaven and earth. The pure essence is absorbed through inhalation and exhalation, circulating through the five organs and six viscera, producing colorful clouds of energy that nourish the organs.
The connection between the body's vital energy and spirit is subtle, the original energy of the internal organs emerges, and the brain also responds. There is a cool energy rising from the Mud Pill Palace, forming a bright moon that shines throughout the entire body.
Take the divine as the moon, take the vital energy as clouds. I have been practicing "Nine Palace Moon Brightness Returning to Truth Wonderful Method" for nearly twenty years. The thought of a bright moon is stored in my brain palace, and it no longer requires intentional effort. My consciousness is as if present or absent, and there is naturally a clear radiance shining down, which connects with the energy and blood vessels of the four limbs and hundreds of joints, while also nourishing the spirit and soul, promoting their growth and expansion.
However, today is different. In the past, when the moon was bright and shining, it would always be in the Mud Ball Palace, guiding the yuanqi of the internal organs up and down. But now, this bright moon has been stirred by the essence of the moon's energy and has spontaneously moved out of the Mud Ball Palace, from the Cavernous Chamber to the Bright Hall, and then ascended to the Heavenly Court and the Supreme Palace, looking as if it wants to tour all the Upper Yuan palaces.
Every inch of the moon's movement brings about immeasurable changes in the vital energy, and all the blood, flesh, organs, muscles, bones, and orifices respond to it. The reaction is extremely subtle, yet extremely wonderful. It is like a faint, delicate sound that penetrates every inch of the body's texture and blood vessels on a quiet night.
Yu Ci's heart and spirit naturally merged with the bright moon above, flowing through the nine palaces, experiencing the novel and delightful flavors within.
Perhaps it was due to his complete devotion, but slowly he forgot where he was and no longer cared about the layout of the nine palaces. In a daze, it seemed as if he were inside the bright moon, wandering in the infinite void, following its rise and fall, waxing and waning.
The aura flows through, feeling suddenly changed, the infinite void remains, the bright moon is like a boat, and he rides on it to float and travel in the starry sea. Wherever he passes, there is spiritual light shining, the celestial bodies are arranged in order, thousands of billions of stars, densely covering the vast expanse, vast and boundless.
The bright moon moves in its orbit, without seeing its beginning or end, above or below. It reaches the four directions and eight sides, all of which are boundless starry seas, shining brightly. I want to follow my feelings and respond to the situation, but there is no place to rely on, only a feeling that the void is not empty, as if countless spiritual responses are hidden within it, intertwined together, yet hazy and obscure, without knowing what's going on.
Eagerly awaiting collection, of course, the red ticket is also essential. Brother Yuzhi wants to take care of the treasure mirror, and I also want book friends to take care of it.
