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Chapter 172 - 172 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes)
Chapter 172 - 172 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes)
?Chapter 172: 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes) Chapter 172: 163 Spiritual Surge (Requesting Monthly Votes) Lin An had never imagined that cultivating the Breathing Skill Furnace would first enhance his perception of spirituality.
When he returned home tired from a whole day, the Ugly Head was the first to notice this change—”Lin An, Lin An, you’re too horrible!”
Lin An was startled and looked at it with confusion.
“You’re actually digesting my eyes!” the Ugly Head said sadly.
This…
Lin An pursed his lips and remained silent for a long while before he softly apologized to the Ugly Head, “I’m sorry, but I had no choice.”
“I know, I know,” the Ugly Head sighed, “The Supernatural World is filled with despair, and everyone is struggling. You’ve clung to the only lifeline, spirituality, as you told me.” (63)
“You’ve already compensated me, haven’t you? I have new eyes now.”
Lin An, somewhat tired, sprawled lazily beside the bed, sitting on the ground, and gently patted the Ugly Head, leaving some words unsaid.
He wanted to help Chen Xinmi’s black cat and this Ugly Head, hoping that the spirituality could lead to better outcomes.
But he didn’t know how.
Not a clue.
All he knew was he continued to advance on the path of spirituality without stopping his steps, maybe one day he would find a way to help these spiritual beings.
Miao Miao told him it was the embodiment of all the traces Chen Xinmi had left in the world, but Lin An didn’t see it that way. However, trying to articulate it now, he realized he still knew far too little.
As people increasingly realize their ignorance, they sometimes have to rely on things that are difficult to figure out and grasp.
Such as the ‘Spiritual Intuition’ that extended from the Ugly Head’s prophetic abilities.
In this Transcendent World, where the earth’s aura has ceased, the found path is the Spirit World Aura, thus giving rise to the new general term for a cultivator: ‘Wizard.’
Later, some wizards began to ponder the ancestral knowledge of breathing and so on, eventually developing the Breathing Skill.
The domestic Breathing Skill School (Demon Hunter) did not cease advancement, finding a new direction from miraculous objects like Stone Treasure, starting to condense Furnaces, and now they have abandoned Stone Treasure in favor of using the Furnace to condense the Furnace Core (such as Lu Jiao and Rabbit Eye).
As research proceeded step by step, the Demon Hunters and the Wizards’ pathways of witchcraft have diverged more and more, with the biggest difference being that the members of the Demon Hunter’s school are now all non-Sorcerer’s Bloodline individuals of ordinary constitution.
Research did not stop, and the path forward was ceaseless; Lu Jiao’s lineage across three generations has been seeking ways to reintegrate the group of Wizards into the Demon Hunter’s school system, seeking breakthroughs to dispel the despair of the Transcendent World.
No one has succeeded so far; the previous generations of Lu Jiao were entirely destroyed, and Lu Tingyu, the most promising leader of the previous generation, also died.
Those who died are gone, while the living must continue forward, even if they believe their talents are inferior to those of previous generations.
The methods that Professor Cao taught Lin An…
Remained still only at the theoretical stage, with Lin An as the actual experimenter.
Perhaps ‘experimenter’ isn’t the right word; it was more like a relay race, with each generation of Lu Jiao using their lives to search for the way forward.
Lin An had no choice, the theory that Professor Cao shared might be the best and most suitable cultivation method accessible to him for now.
What he could truly rely on was still the nebulous ‘Spiritual Intuition.’
At least for now, the knowledge taught by Professor Cao felt right to him on an intuitive level.
That was enough.
Lin An was always easy to satisfy.
…
The night gradually deepened.
Lin An yawned, took a bath, overwhelmed by fatigue, turned over in bed, and fell fast asleep under the sheets.
The Ugly Head, after sleeping all day, was now more excited, hopping and singing a song beside him.
Having such a little thing buzzing around while trying to sleep, Lin An had gradually grown accustomed to it.
Scratching his belly, Lin An turned over in bed and lay on his back in bed like the character for ‘big’, under a thin sheet.
At the tail end of the hot summer, he hadn’t noticed that he didn’t feel hot at all.
Falling asleep, his breathing began to adopt the rhythm of the Breathing Skill Furnace that he had practiced all day.
It was as if a lantern was fitted in his chest, emitting an orange glow.
Um~
This made him look a bit like the Stone Treasure fish he had once eaten—(61)
The Spirit World Aura quietly infiltrated his body through some dimension, subtly blending with the moonlight outside the window.
An aura similar to the Breathing Skill Furnace, yet also like the breath of a Wizard casting witchcraft, permeated the room.
Suddenly, countless mottled bloodstains appeared all over the room.
These were left by the mischievous Ugly Head flinging blood from its hair, which had not disappeared into the air as Lin An had imagined.
The bed had the most of these bloodstains.
Nourished by the aura, it seemed that the blood became active, starting to flow down from the cracks in the walls, forming into beads on the floor tiles, and meandering on the mirror of the bathroom washstand.
Suddenly the entire room felt like a haunted house.
An eerie atmosphere quietly spread.
The mirror over the bathroom washstand became somewhat distorted with the spotty bloodstains, and a figure appeared vaguely in the mirror, approaching faster and faster until it slammed into the glass, the clown’s face squished and deformed on the surface.
Bang~
A loud noise echoed.