noffsinger Chapter 65 Nascent Soul Cultivator
Chapter 65 Nascent Soul Cultivator
At this moment, having received the inheritance of the "Xihe Riyu Jue", he understood that this was not a fire tree at all, but a wisp of the natal fire seed that the ancient cultivator separated before his death, which was then planted into the core of the earth fire and nurtured here for ten thousand years before transforming into a pure yang fire lotus.
Mu Chunfeng put the golden page in his hand into his pocket, after all, he still needed the golden shield it maintained for protection.
He took a deep breath and, following the incantation recorded in the "Xihe Yu Ri Jue" (Xihe's Sun Control Technique), slowly made hand seals while chanting obscure and ancient incantations in a low voice.
As the incantation began, the quietly burning fire tree started to undergo a wondrous transformation.
The flames dancing on the tree slowly subsided, and the crimson trunk and branches began to decompose, turning into countless tiny red specks of light. The specks of light danced and swirled in the air, finally slowly coalescing into a crimson fire lotus about ten feet in size.
Thirty-six crimson petals slowly unfurled, each petal adorned with flowing golden patterns.
In the center of the lotus heart, six lotus seeds, each the size of a pigeon egg, lie quietly, like six tiny suns, radiating a warm and powerful pure yang energy.
However, next to these six lotus seeds, there are seven obvious small holes.
Clearly, this ancient fire lotus originally had thirteen lotus seeds, but seven of them are missing!
Mu Chunfeng's heart sank suddenly.
Could it be that other cultivators have been here? Or did the ancient cultivators use other methods to cause the lotus seeds to disappear?
The thought had barely crossed his mind when he forcibly suppressed it. There was no point in dwelling on it now; securing the six Yang Lotus seeds before him was the most important thing.
These lotus seeds are formed from the fusion of the essence of ten thousand years of earth fire and the natal fire of ancient cultivators.
Although this place is not a pure yang land, these lotus seeds were nurtured by absorbing the essence of ten thousand years of earth fire, and one seed is equivalent to decades of hard cultivation for a fire attribute Nascent Soul cultivator.
If he were to consume a lotus seed, he could not only skip all the tedious processes of condensing his natal fire seed during the Foundation Establishment stage, but he might even be able to condense a natal fire seed with power comparable to that of someone who has cultivated this method for a hundred years in one step!
He immediately moved and flew towards the fire lotus in the center of the stone ring.
Just as Mu Chunfeng's fingertips were about to touch the first lotus seed—
"Young man, stop!"
A cold, sharp voice suddenly rang out, like a thunderclap from the heavens, making his eardrums buzz.
"There are other people here!"
Mu Chunfeng was shocked. He no longer cared about the lotus seeds that were so close to him. He suddenly spun around and flipped back onto the stone platform.
The next moment, a terrifying pressure, as heavy as Mount Tai, descended from the sky, locking the space within a hundred feet around him.
Mu Chunfeng felt his blood freeze instantly, his bones creaked under the strain, and even breathing became incredibly difficult.
The Snow Demon not far from him was the same; the spiritual light around him instantly dissipated, and his body was forced to stiffen.
This oppressive force is far stronger than that of a Core Formation cultivator; could it be a Nascent Soul cultivator?
Mu Chunfeng's heart pounded wildly. He quickly closed his double pupils and, with the last bit of strength in his body, struggled to lift his head inch by inch.
A streak of crimson light, as red as blood, pierced through the orange-red heatwave, hurtling in from afar and landing steadily on the stone ring in the blink of an eye.
The light dissipated, revealing a woman dressed in black palace attire.
She looked to be no more than twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, with skin as white as snow, beautiful features, and long, black hair simply tied up with a jade hairpin.
The woman held a sword in one hand, her temperament as cold as ice, yet her long, narrow phoenix eyes were sharp as knives. When they swept over Mu Chunfeng, he felt as if his whole body had been seen through, and he had no secrets left to him.
The woman's gaze immediately fell on the Pure Yang Fire Lotus in the center of the stone ring, and a hint of undisguised heat flashed in her cold eyes.
Her gaze then shifted back to Mu Chunfeng, her lips parted slightly, but her tone was devoid of warmth: "Hand over what you just obtained, or else..."
Before he finished speaking, the terrifying pressure surged again!
"Thump!"
Mu Chunfeng could no longer hold on; her knees buckled, and she collapsed heavily onto the warm stone ring.
The dull thud of the knee striking the black stone was exceptionally clear, and the Snow Demon was forced to kneel on one knee, barely able to lift his head.
Despair surged into his heart in an instant. He knew that any resistance against a Nascent Soul cultivator was futile.
He gritted his teeth and used all his strength to take out the golden page from his pocket, as well as the storage bag he hadn't had time to look at yet.
He was about to raise his hand when the woman casually made a single gesture.
The two items automatically detached from his palm, transforming into two streaks of light that flew into her hand.
The moment the golden pages were taken away, the golden shield that had enveloped him also disappeared.
A scorching heatwave swept over him like a tidal wave, instantly enveloping his entire body.
His exposed skin instantly turned bright red from the heat, and the sweat that seeped out evaporated into white mist as soon as it appeared, making a soft sizzling sound. A burnt smell emanated from his sleeves, a sign that the fabric was igniting from the high temperature.
Despite the excruciating pain, Mu Chunfeng's mind raced.
Just as he was anxiously pondering the identity of the female cultivator and how to save his life...
The female cultivator's icy voice rang out again: "Show me again the spiritual eye you just used!"
"Spiritual Eyes?! Double Pupils!"
Mu Chunfeng was startled. He had clearly concealed his double pupils immediately, but he hadn't expected that the other party would still notice.
He took a deep breath, knowing that he would die if he didn't do as instructed, and had no choice but to raise his head with difficulty, gathering his magical power in his eyes, and his double pupils reappeared.
The female cultivator's gaze was fixed on Mu Chunfeng's eyes, looking at the two strange purple pupils of different sizes within his eye sockets, and she spoke again: "What is the name of your spiritual eyes, and what supernatural powers do they possess?"
As soon as she finished speaking, she finally withdrew the terrifying pressure that had enveloped Mu Chunfeng.
Mu Chunfeng was finally able to get up with difficulty and quickly circulated his magic power to condense a layer of spiritual energy shield to isolate the terrifying high temperature around him.
However, the shield he had created was clearly insufficient to withstand the surrounding high temperatures. The surface of the shield sizzled from the heat waves and its light dimmed in the blink of an eye.
Just then, the female cultivator raised one hand, and a crimson light shield appeared out of thin air, enveloping Mu Chunfeng and firmly isolating her from all the heat waves outside.
Seeing this, Mu Chunfeng was somewhat surprised: instead of killing her, why did they do this? Could it be because of the double pupils? What was the purpose of her inquiring about the double pupils' supernatural abilities?
Seeing Mu Chunfeng's thoughtful expression, the female cultivator immediately said coldly, "I'm here to make you answer the question properly! Not to let you daydream here. Tell me truthfully what supernatural powers your Spirit Eye possesses!"
"This junior's spiritual eye is called Double Pupil. Its supernatural power can see through illusions and see through all things, both tangible and intangible."
Mu Chunfeng dared not delay any longer and quickly spoke.
"Is that all?" The female cultivator frowned slightly.
"This junior dares not lie; these are indeed all I have."
After listening, the female cultivator carefully observed Mu Chunfeng's expression. Seeing that he did not seem to be faking it, she pondered for a moment.
She then looked at Mu Chunfeng's double pupils again, her gaze sharp: "Can your double pupils see through spiritual energy restrictions and formations?"
"Can!"
Mu Chunfeng had a sudden inspiration and vaguely guessed what was going on. She probably had come here long ago and witnessed his actions. Her question just now was to confirm her guess.
The reason she spared my life was probably because she wanted me to help her see through some kind of restriction or formation!
Upon hearing Mu Chunfeng's affirmative answer, a barely perceptible hint of emotion finally appeared in the female cultivator's eyes.
She stared intently at Mu Chunfeng's double pupils for a long time, her eyes shifting unpredictably, clearly indicating that she was intensely weighing something within herself.